Chapter 122 Dragon Bones Transformed into a Sword
While Qing Chen was thinking, a sword light came towards him. After all, he had experienced hundreds of battles. Qing Chen reacted very quickly. He used the turtle jade to shine brightly and built an indestructible barrier. defense.
The sword light hit the turtle jade barrier, and the sword energy spread like a whirlwind, stirring up the rain curtain.
The sound of wind and thunder shook the sky and the earth. The air waves set off by the sound attack and the sword energy collided together like a mountain, triggering a strong explosion.
Xiao Yin suddenly interrupted.
A streak of scarlet appeared on Qingchen's lower eyelids, and her turtle jade was broken!
The long sword stabbed into the chest. Qing Chen suppressed the surging energy and blood, flicked the jade flute, opened the edge of the sword, and jumped up. The rain-stained clothes made a hunting sound with the strong wind.
The golden aura fell, like a seed, quickly taking root and sprouting, growing into a towering tree.
Qing Chen shouted coldly: "Strangle!"
The corners of Ning Fusang's lips gradually drooped, and her eyes were filled with indifference and coldness. She held the Su'a sword in her hand. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was split and the trees and vines were destroyed.
But these trees and vines continued to grow wildly, and in an instant, they covered the sky and the moon!
Ning Fusang swiped her sword back, shattering the vines coming from behind, and her feet were entangled with a tree vine as thick as an arm. She lowered her eyes and sneered, and sword energy burst out from her body, shattering the vines in all directions.
At this time, the dragon's tail curled around the ancient tree and uprooted it!
Ning Fusang raised her sword and went straight towards Qing Chen. The sharp edge was thrust into the corner of Qing Chen's eyes, and her heart beat violently.
As a music cultivator, Qing Chen knows where his weaknesses are and must never let anyone get close to him! Especially when the other party is a swordsman!
It's not that Qing Chen is only good at attacking from a distance. If an enemy comes close to her, the jade flute in her hand can also pierce the opponent's Dantian.
It's just that in comparison, she doesn't have the advantage in close combat.
Wherever the sword edge passed, the air was violently torn apart. Ning Fusang used the force of his energy to kill Qing Chen.
Although the latter dodged quickly, blood flowers still bloomed from his arms. The patter of rain extinguishes the bloody atmosphere.
Qing Chen had already distanced herself, a pair of red and phoenix eyes gathering chills, and the snow-white sword edge just now gave her a sense of threat that she had not seen for a long time.
Ning Fusang didn't hold back, and immediately handed out several swords. The wounds on his body burst open due to the violent movements, and blood stained most of his back.
Woo——
The flute sounded like a cry, and the dragon girl who was fighting Qianyuan seemed to sense something, her expression changed ferociously, and a wisp of dragon soul floated into the jade flute uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a sonic boom roared, and Ning Fusang felt murderous intent from all directions, and the momentum suddenly increased.
The needle-like pain spread densely across the sea of consciousness. The girl's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Ning Fusang gritted his teeth and spit out a complete sentence: "It's so unpleasant to play the flute, so it's better not to play it!"
The words and sword energy fell at the same time.
The wind and rain are dim, the sword light shines brightly, as if there are countless terrifying demons lurking in this world, roaring and roaring, and like a raging river, rushing endlessly.
The coolness of the rain penetrates into the skin.
Qing Chen, who had a ray of dragon soul fused into the jade flute, showed no fear. He pressed his brows lightly, and the lonely flute sound, like the whisper of a god, gradually became duller.
The sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible!
The boundless and mighty pressure was suppressed, as if there was an invisible giant hand holding Qianyuan firmly in the sand.
Ning Fusang's eyes became even colder, and he slashed straight with his sword. The majestic rain was cut off by the sword. In two breaths, Qianyuan broke free from his imprisonment, rushed out, and killed Qing Chen.
The color of Dragon Girl's colorful rosy clothes became a little more transparent, and she stopped her on the road.
The petite body contains an aura even more majestic than Qianyuan.
Ning Fusang held the sword and attacked the dragon girl. The latter raised her eyes slightly, as if to say, what can you do to me?
Su'a's sword slashed down vertically in an instant. The dragon girl held the blade with both hands. When she touched the cold sword body, her hands seemed to be burned for a moment, and she said as an old saying: "Su'a?"
Ning Fusang only saw her lips opening and closing, but due to the heavy rain, he couldn't hear what she said clearly. However, Ning Fusang did not miss the flash of shock in the other person's eyes. She guessed that Longnu knew Su Ajian.
It was only when he touched the sword that he recognized it.
After all, the seal set by Headmaster Shen on Su'a Sword could not be so easily seen through.
The emotion in Long Nu's eyes receded, and she seemed a little confused.
Then, she made a hand seal with her hands and said: "Take my dragon body, cast it into a bone sword, and summon it!"
Under Ning Fusang's feet, the dust and sand flowed violently, and dots of golden light flew out from the ground. The remains of the real dragon disappeared in a few breaths!
In Dragon Girl's hand, an elegant, beautiful, and domineering sword appeared in her hands at some unknown moment.
Even Qing Chen was caught off guard by the sudden change. The surprise in her heart kept coming one after another, and she always felt that things were completely beyond her expectation.
She bit her back teeth and kept hinting to herself that as long as the hole was not poked out, there was nothing that could not be fixed about the mess of Yanzhi Mountain?
This is Qing Chen's pride and confidence in himself.
Ning Fusang stared at the sword in Long Nu's hand. A faint light flashed in her eyes. Her palms were itchy, but she didn't care. She knew it was the sword's heart diagram that was at work.
But she didn't expect that the sword heart map would react to the dragon bone sword.
This is obviously a sword that has just been cast, but it has already had its place on the sword heart map.
The momentum of the dragon girl and the sword are integrated into one, slashing and slashing, driving the energy of heaven and earth, and slamming towards Ning Fusang!
Boom!
Countless sonic booms sounded densely.
Snowflake-like sword light pierced the sky and the earth, and drops of blood mixed with rainwater and soaked into the soil.
Ning Fusang waved her long sword, and the sword energy of the storm hit the dragon girl overwhelmingly.
One move, five moves, twenty moves...
Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, a dragon's roar could be heard. A vast and heavy pressure stirred people's spiritual energy to boil, ready to burst out, and there was a faint tendency to lose control.
Ning Fusang remained calm and clenched his right hand, suppressing the sea of energy while drawing out his sword to defend.
The dragon girl's moves were murderous, without any fancy sword moves. The edge of the bone sword was only half an inch away from the girl's throat.
Ning Fusang moved the sword like the wind. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still had enough strength to avoid the sharp edge.
Zheng!
The long swords intersected, making a piercing sound that made everyone tremble. The dragon girl's eyes contained murderous intent, and every move she made seemed to be accompanied by wind and thunder.
At this moment, a cluster of golden light pierced the dark night sky.
The dragon girl paused in her steps and looked sideways. Golden light burst out from under a wide bamboo orchid umbrella.
The young monk has a noble temperament, like the snow lotus on the mountain, with gentle and compassionate eyebrows and reciting Buddhist words.
The obscure pronunciation resounded in Dragon Girl's mind. She grabbed her head, roared ferociously, and slashed at the little monk's head with her sword!
Clang!
Ning Fusang drew the sword very quickly, just in time to stop the bone sword, but she found that the dragon girl's hand holding the sword was not as steady as before.
At this moment, it’s time to seize the sword!
Ning Fusang curled her lips, and used her hands to pick up Fei Longnu's bone sword. The dragon girl had no time to look at the sword, clenched her hand into a fist, and struck it at the golden head that was in her eyes!
boom--
The bamboo orchid umbrella condensed into a transparent wall of air, which was blown away by the dragon girl's punch.
(End of chapter)