Sword Master Ling Tian

"The bloodline of the Azure Dragon clan returns to the ancestors and mutates, what kind of dragon blood line would that be?"

Ao Zishuang also exclaimed, and then he took a breath, and the dragons present all said, "Ying Long!?"

"As long as I have a trace of Yinglong blood."

"No wonder the Qinglong King is so anxious to let Ao Chen go back. He not only needs the gun of judgment, but also worried about Ao Chen's safety."

"If Ao Chen can enter the realm of Immortal Venerable with this bloodline, then holding the gun of judgment, his combat power can definitely surpass the five-color dragon king."

"At that time, even with that Long Xuan, there is definitely a possibility of a battle!"

"In other words, Ling Tian really don't underestimate this Ao Chen this time!"

After Ao Baiying said, the faces of the other dragon races also became solemn.

They know better than anyone else that the nobility and tyranny of Yinglong's blood is definitely not under the Tianyao Dragon Clan.

"Ying Long!? Ha ha, then Ling Tian hit her luck!"

But Kwai Cailin suddenly laughed.

She knew that Ling Tian's True Dragon Nine Transformation wanted to advance, and what she needed was the blood of Azure Dragon.

And for the blood of the Azure Dragon, Ling Tian has been from Dahan to this Qingchen Xianzhou.

Now, he can be regarded as satisfied with the blood of the Azure Dragon.

The blood of the Azure Dragon with a trace of Yinglong's blood should satisfy him.

The fact is also true, on Mingjing Lake.

When Ling Tian sensed the Yinglong breath erupting from Na Ao Chen's body, his face was overjoyed.

Originally, he still looked down upon this Ao Chen's Azure Dragon bloodline, but now, he can't wait to kill it directly and absorb his dragon blood, so that his Azure Dragon can become great.

"Hehe, can you still laugh me?"

"Do you know that you are going to die!?"

Ao Chen urged his breath to the peak, and the spear of judgment in his hand pointed at Ling Tian.

Just the breath erupting from the spear light made the space within a radius of thousands of miles faintly vibrated.

That breath turned into a storm, continuously cutting the surrounding space.

A hundred thousand sword shadows from Ling Tian broke out of the body, condensed into the realm of the Immortal Venerable Realm around them, and with the original sword intent permeated, this was able to withstand the breath of the spear of judgment.

But still being forced by Ao Chen's breath, he kept backing away.

But despite this, Ao Chen discovered that Ling Tian's face still had a smile that seemed like nothing. Moreover, that gaze seemed to be looking at a delicacy, which made Ao Chen extremely uncomfortable.

Ao Chen's voice fell, and a cold wind hit, and everyone felt a bleak coldness.

Ao Chen had already activated all the aura of combat power. In the Ten Thousand Dragon Region, at this time, Ao Chen with the spear of judgment in the palm of his hand was definitely a leader among the younger generations.

Under the circumstances that the imperial arrogance in the imperial palace can't be seen, this Ao Chen is definitely the undisputed pinnacle of the dragon descendants.

And Ling Tian!

He himself is the legend of the human race.

From the establishment of the big man, to the turmoil of the Ten Thousand Demon Xianzhou, to the extermination of millions of dragons in the Qingchen Xianzhou today, Ling Tian is definitely refreshing his position in the hearts of all immortal warriors.

This battle will be the pinnacle battle between the descendants of the human race and the dragon race.

Who can win?

In the realm of the sword, Ling Tian stepped out, the wind was blowing, and his white hair was flying. He looked at the seemingly invincible Ao Chen and said: "Really!? I have said countless times that I want to Ling Tian. The dead, in the end, they all died in my Ling Tian's hands."

There are too many people who want to kill Ling Tian. This sentence will not touch Ling Tian at all.

"Hehe, yes, then I will let you know that I am not the same as the guys you saw before." Ao Chen said coldly, his voice fell, and an extreme chill suddenly appeared between the world and the earth. The space seemed to be floating in snow. Many people couldn't help but shudder. The coldness penetrated into the bone marrow and soul, making them feel paralyzed in their bodies and thinking as if they were about to stop.

This artistic conception is not aimed at them yet, one can imagine what kind of pressure Ling Tian is under at this moment.

This is the coercion of Yinglong's blood on Ao Chen.

As long as there was dragon blood in Ling Tian's body, he would be crushed by the breath of Yinglong.

At this moment, the dragon blood flowing in Ling Tian's body was only the blood of Qinglong and Panlong, which was quite weak in rank.

Therefore, under such pressure, even if Ling Tian was in the sword domain, his expression changed.

Ling Tian frowned slightly. Of course, he knew that Ao Chen was tyrannical at this time. If he was not in the Ten Thousand Dragon Region at this time, Ling Tian would naturally release all his cards without fear of Ao Chen at all.

However, he still couldn't use the quasi-emperor's will, and the same was true of the mysterious origin.

This made Ling Tian a little embarrassed.

It seems that now, the only thing that can be used is his own Dragon Slashing Sword and some magical martial arts.

But these seem to be not enough to deal with Ao Chen who has the gun of ruling!

Ling Tian kept backing away under Ao Chen's breath of Yinglong.

It seemed that he couldn't resist without sacrificing the will of the primordial age.

"Do not!"

However, just as Ling Tian was about to use the primordial martial arts soul, he suddenly felt that in the sea of ​​qi, the purple dragon soul that was swimming in the sea suddenly surfaced.

At this time, the purple dragon soul seemed to be stimulated by the aura of the dragon from the outside world, and suddenly rose to the sky, suspended around Ling Tian's Daoji.

An ancient and noble dragon breath also burst out of his body in an instant, causing Ling Tian's entire vast sea of ​​Qi to boil in an instant.

That sacred dragon breath not only urges Ling Tian's sea of ​​qi, but also circulates in his own limbs in an instant.

The bloodline and bones were all flooded with this breath in an instant.

Although it is still impossible to completely evolve Ling Tian's bloodline, this aura is attached to Ling Tian's bloodline, making Ling Tian at this moment as if he was blessed by the ancient dragon in an instant!

Hum!

In an instant, Ling Tian opened his eyes, but at this time, his eyes were shining with purple-red light.

Behind it, a dragon soul that couldn't see the dragon race surged out, then turned into wings and bloomed behind Ling Tian.

Ling Tian's palm stretched out, and between the heaven and the earth, the terrifying dragon energy gathered on the Dragon Slashing Sword in his hand, and the blade slowly raised.

At this moment, there was a terrible light blooming on Ling Tian's body, so that Ling Tian at this moment seemed to have infinite power.

In the sea of ​​qi, the purple soul of the ancient dragon is still blooming with energy, and that terrible energy spreads toward every part of the body, and then the wings tremble, making Ling Tian, ​​who is holding the dragon sword in hand, It is majestic and has the meaning of swallowing the world.

Around him, there is a strong coercion, forming a storm, crushing everything, getting stronger and stronger!