Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5536: Wild ancient dragon

If there is no real spirit’s guidance, this process will probably take a long time.

Jian Wushuang himself is the same.

Without the appearance of the Temple of Discord, there would be no army of bones, and when you didn't control your heart power, you accidentally entered the starry sky, and then mastered the ultimate path.

That's a road that was groped out of my mind.

In normal times, even if you throw it to you, you can't practice.

In this, there are external reasons and own efforts, but more people are pushing all this.

Push an immature river of time and space to its peak.

It's a kind of growth.

In the Temple of Qishen, after growing up to the top, there is nowhere to go. There are not many tops in the outside world, and the inheritance and chance are very common.

This will allow them to reach that level without a sense of crisis, and then stagnate.

I don't know if it is good or bad.

Jian Wushuang's heart moved, but he was a little prepared for a rainy day.

At the moment, planning is still at the core.

It's still far away to master things like the Temple of Qishen.

Gong Miaoyi on the side spotted Jian Wushuang's distraction, and asked:

"Go straight?"

Gong Miaoyi turned his head and glanced at the sanctuaries.

Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "I never kill the weak. Don’t forget that this place is a wasteland. Even if you can go out alive, it may take tens of thousands of years. The core of the Blue Bird Palace has been destroyed. The protection of the Blue Bird Palace is not bad if it can survive!"

But as soon as his voice fell, a huge black dragon appeared in the distant sky, rushing towards the two people's position without looking together.

The Blue Bird Palace, compared to the dragon, is like a grain of sand, and disappears in an instant.

"Ancient Desolate Beast?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

They shouldn't be so unlucky!

First, there was a problem with the Blue Bird Palace, and then I encountered an ancient beast of this level.

Some places in the heavens where there are no practitioners are deserts.

It is said to be a deep desolation, only desolation is left, there are very few desolate beasts, especially the powerful desolate beasts.

Like this barren ancient flood dragon, it has the fighting power of a sixth-order emperor, and it is even rarer.

Once it appears, I am afraid that it will soon attract a large number of strong people to come and besiege.

This is a gluttonous feast.

A wild ancient flood dragon, I'm afraid it is worth 10,000 cosmic crystals.

It's still a Mahayana dragon in its mature stage.

If it were normal, Jian Wushuang would feel that he was the chosen one, and he would be able to encounter this kind of genius and treasure in the Great Wilderness.

It's different now.

He was hunted down, but he didn't have time to enjoy this.

"Its goal is us!" Gong Miaoyi frowned, her strength is only the fifth-order peak, if it is the sixth-order emperor of the four secret realms, she can still fight.

The wild ancient flood dragon in front of him is not only stronger than the practitioners of the four great secret realms, but even stronger than some of the sixth-order emperors among the inheritors.

According to the strength of the North Tower, this flood dragon probably already has the top level of Tier 6.

Similar to Jian Wushuang's current strength.

Once you are entangled, it may be difficult to get out.

It’s not that easy to go.

"Since we encountered it, kill it!" Jian Wushuang leaked a trace of murderous aura.

The sword aura came in an instant, and the breath that was ingested broke out in an instant.

The desolate ancient water dragon screams up to the sky, hovering in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

"Little Daojun, dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat!" Huanggu Jiaolong uttered a word, his huge eyes staring at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang sneered, "It's a beast, I really thought I couldn't kill you?"

The Jueyun Sword was pulled out in an instant. He didn't want to waste time. He would fight if he failed, and leave as soon as he failed.

The appearance of this barren ancient flood dragon was unexpected, and it was even more strange to see that he was a Taoist monarch.

Although he actively leaked his breath, the sharp sword aura was comparable to a sixth-order emperor, and the other party was not surprised at all.

There may be some conspiracy in this.

It's just that Wu Zuo has never heard from him, and he doesn't know, who is planning behind this?

Maybe it's a god, maybe it's another strong man in the law enforcement hall.

But if someone from the Law Enforcement Hall found him, Uzuo must have known it.

Jian Wushuang, holding the Jueyun Sword, took a step forward, and he had already reached the side of the ancient giant beast.

"Dead!"

As soon as he came up, he didn't have any hands left.

This sword pierced through the body of the ancient flood dragon. The opponent's size was too large, and the speed was so slow that there was no way to hide.

But then Jian Wushuang was stunned. He only knew that the strength of the desolate beast was very strong, and it was not clear which aspect was the specific strength.

Now he understands.

His strongest sword actually just broke some of the opponent's soft armor, not even a minor injury.

This terrifying defensive power, the level of the physical body is probably not lost to the super-grade physical body, and the divine body is even comparable to the emperor who can be 60,000 times the divine body.

"You!!!"

After feeling the wounds on his body, the ancient flood dragon threw up to the sky and roared: "You can break the scales of this seat, you **** it!"

A jet of black mist sprayed from the opponent's mouth, and the originally dim sky plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, the Jiaolong was swimming, and the claws of the Jiaolong suddenly grabbed Jian Wushuang directly.

The sharp claws made Jian Wushuang's heart palpitations.

Seeing in a daze, he saw the claws that used to tear the sky.

Then my heart was overjoyed!

This Jiaolong is related to the Candle Dragon.

The power of blood.

This wild ancient dragon must have the blood of the candle dragon, and there are some innate inheritance in the blood, and that inheritance is the claw technique of the candle dragon.

At first I thought it was very tricky. I was going to give up fighting with this dragon. It's better to leave directly. With his speed, I can get rid of it very quickly.

But this is no longer necessary.

It has a blood relationship with the Beast God Candle Dragon. If you can kill it, you can use the blood and flesh of the opponent to restore the Beast God Weapon.

Thinking of this, in order to stimulate the opponent, Jian Wushuang showed his body and the beasts and soldiers who had lost their power.

Om!

The candle dragon's wings tremble suddenly, directly removing the black mist.

Then the wings shook behind her back, and she instantly came to Gong Miao's figure and hugged her directly.

She can no longer get involved in this level of battle.

"You leave first, hand it to me here!" Jian Wushuang put down Gong Miaoyi, handed him a token, and said, "Take it and go north, I will find you soon!"

Gong Miaoyi is not an indecisive person. After nodding, he still said: "Be careful!"

Then quickly left here.

The wild ancient flood dragon poked out a huge head from the black fog, billowing black mist from its rough nostrils, staring at the candle dragon wings on Jian Wushuang's body.

Jian Wushuang also noticed the opponent's gaze, and then the candle dragon's inner armor also appeared.

"And this!" Jian Wushuang shouted angrily.