Tianzhu Zhuoma and Long Jiaoyang were in the same ring, and she could clearly sense that Long Jiaoyang's breath was weak, coming and going, as if she was at the last moment of her life and was about to die.

"Long Jiaoyang, you are not allowed to die, you can't die!" Tianzhu Zhuoma's heart was very distressed, and she blurted out this sentence!

Wu Xinmi didn't make a sound to tease Tianzhu Zhuoma this time, Long Jiaoyang's ability to attract the strength of the emperor-level Dao pattern made her extremely moved. This is the strongest man she has ever met besides her eldest brother.

Qi Yu is also very strong, but he is in the blood of immortals, and he is a descendant of Emperor Xuan, so there are too many lucky elements in his body. If it weren't for the immortal blood bloodline, Qi Yu would definitely be defeated at the hands of Long Jiaoyang. So in Wu Xinmi's heart, Qi Yu is not a stunning person.

The red dragon in the sky wailed and disintegrated, and the blood stained the blue sky. And in the rolling blood, Long Jiaoyang did not fall into a coma, let alone die. His body was severely torn and wounded, but his mental mind was not affected in any way!

"Blood is like the North Sea, and the kun leaps into a peng......"

Long Jiaoyang recalled the art of sacrificial combat he had learned in the Stargazing Tower of the Exiled Domain, which was one of the most lethal changes among them. Back then, Long Jiaoyang couldn't understand why Kunyu would incarnate into Peng in the sea of blood. Now his life is hanging by a thread, and Long Jiaoyang, who is bleeding like a river, understands the meaning.

The kunyu is the overlord of the sea, but it wants to cross the sky against the sky, which must pay the price of blood.

Burning up the blood, but also against the sky, at this moment Long Jiaoyang realized the meaning contained in this sacrificial spell.

The blood flowing from Long Jiaoyang's body suddenly turned into an endless sea of blood. In the disintegrated body of the red dragon in the sky, the dragon scorching sun stepped out. His flesh was cracked, and blood would seep with every step, but his eyes were extremely bright, and there was a momentum in him that was going against the sky, and there was nothing to stop him!

Countless strong people changed color, especially the enemies of Long Jiaoyang, whose faces were blue at this time. Long Jiaoyang is becoming more and more terrifying, and his willpower is becoming more and more powerful, in this case, he can still fly in the sky, and he still has a momentum that looks at the world. Once such a character grows up, it will inevitably be a big trouble.

Qi Yu suffered a bloodline backlash, and he couldn't use the power of the immortal blood bloodline at this moment, he stared at Long Jiaoyang in horror, not understanding why Long Jiaoyang was still supporting at this moment, and his body was about to crack!

Long Jiaoyang's body is changing again, he is standing in the sea of blood, changing into Kunpeng!

Toll......!

Kunpeng shook the sky, his huge wings swept across nine thousand miles, and with one blow, Qi Yu was blasted out of the ring. Long Jiaoyang's spirit and spirit got an indescribable improvement at this moment, and Long Jiaoyang shook the sky and roared.

Qi Yu was really powerless to resist, he was shocked out of the ring, the pain on his body was nothing, such a blow was too big, he tried all the methods, but in the end he lost. From the moment the immortal blood bloodline awakened, Qi Yu never thought that he would lose to his peers. And this time he was defeated, and he was defeated very wolf!

Wu Xinmi was the first to clap his hands and applaud, "Okay, Long Jiaoyang, you are a real man." ”

The demon clan's ghost Shaotian raised his head and stared at Long Jiaoyang, he was frightened by Long Jiaoyang's combat power, and wanted to make a move at this moment to hit Long Jiaoyang hard, because Long Jiaoyang had killed his good brother Ghost Shaoyu, and also made their eldest beauty in the clan, Xue'er, pregnant. However, recalling the moment of the decisive battle between Long Jiaoyang and Qi Yu just now, the emperor-level Dao pattern condensed by Long Jiaoyang, he couldn't resist the idea of making a move.

The first chance to see the Immortal Sutra is far more important than dealing with Long Jiaoyang.

In the ground grid ring, the second prince Li Ming, Xuan Yuxi and others were celebrating Long Jiaoyang's victory over the immortal blood bloodline. Long Jiaoyang has broken the myth that the immortal blood lineage will not be defeated as soon as it is born.

In the Tiange ring, the Seven Absolute Sword Saints looked bad and said, "Long Jiaoyang, this kid stayed in the duel with me. When it comes to the next duel, you must let him show his current form. ”

The Immortal Medicine Pool also turned into a middle-aged cultivator at this moment, and it was in the Tiange Ring along with the Qiankun Ding and the Seven Peerless Sword Saints. Hearing the words of the Seven Absolute Sword Saints, the immortal medicine pool shook his head and said, "The young master's physical body can't withstand the emperor-level Dao pattern, he barely fights, and he has already injured his body. His physical condition must be very bad now, otherwise there would be no immortal pool water that would not be able to repair the injury. ”

The Seven Peerless Sword Saints disagreed, "If young people don't fight, where can they comprehend their own Dao?" I really like this kid Long Jiaoyang, he has a persistent force that does not admit defeat. ”

The immortal medicine pool turned into a human form, Chu Ling'er turned into its belly, Chu Ling'er was very worried about Long Jiaoyang's safety, hearing the immortal medicine pool's words just now, she excitedly said, "Immortal medicine pool senior, what happened to Brother Jiaoyang, can you let me go out to take a look at him?"

"The young master is injured, but nothing serious. The old man of Tianxuan is not dead, I can't let you come out, don't embarrass me. "Immortal Medicine Pond said, "No, I want to come out!" Chu Ling'er heard the news that Long Jiaoyang was injured, she couldn't wait for a moment, she urged the sword intent to kill.

Immortal Medicine Chi persuaded him, "Fellow Daoist Chu Ling'er, what's the use of you coming out now? We are separated from the young master in different rings, and you won't be able to see him when you come out, but it will distract him." ”

"I don't care, I want to come out!" Chu Ling'er has already begun to operate the Sword Emperor's swordsmanship, this kind of swordsmanship is too terrifying, and the immortal medicine pool can't dodge, because Chu Ling'er's sword intent is too strong.

The immortal medicine pool had no choice but to hurriedly ask Qiankun Ding and the Seven Peerless Sword Saints to persuade Chu Ling'er.

Before Qiankun Ding could speak, the Seven Absolute Sword Saints waved his big hand and said, "Xiao Chi, let Chu Ling'er out, this is a battlefield for young people, she shouldn't be protected, so she will never be able to grow up." ”

The immortal medicine pool couldn't wait to pump its mouth, how could it go to the unreliable Seven Peerless Sword Saints for help, and it couldn't let Chu Ling'er come out this time.

"There is a barrier to the Dao pattern formed by the 'immortal qi', and the curse power in Chu Ling'er's body cannot be induced. "The Seven Peerless Sword Saints know what the Immortal Medicine Pool is worried about.

"Really?" The immortal medicine pool was stunned, if so, why did it want to be a wicked person who insisted on imprisoning Chu Ling'er?

"Won't it be clear if you let Chu Ling'er come out?" The Seven Absolute Sword Saints glanced at the immortal medicine pool with the eyes of an idiot.

The immortal medicine pool did not continue to insist and released Chu Ling'er.

Chu Ling'er's white hair was flying, as beautiful as a fairy, and as soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted the amazing eyes of countless men in the Tiange ring.

After Chu Ling'er left the immortal medicine pool, the power of the sacrificial curse really did not continue to appear, which made the immortal medicine pool breathe a sigh of relief, and also made Chu Ling'er's only worry disappear.

"No, I'm going to help Brother Jiaoyang!" Chu Ling'er saw the cracked body revealed after the Kunpeng phantom on Long Jiaoyang's body disappeared, and it was the first time she was so angry, and her heart and blood were burning!

Qiankun Ding hurriedly grabbed Chu Ling'er and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu Ling'er, this is the ring formed by 'immortal qi', you can't get to the ring where the young master is, you will only be teleported outside the Heavenly Burial Lake." ”

Chu Ling'er really wanted to speak, and the situation in the ring changed abruptly. A man dressed in a golden cloak with an indifferent expression made a move.

This man slashed his sword at the dragon sun who cracked his flesh and kept flowing blood, but did not fall to the ground.

This person's swordsmanship is extremely fast, and he has endless ruinous Dao intent, Long Jiaoyang was caught off guard, and a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off by a sword, and his injuries were even more serious!

"This is the Sword Emperor's Sword Emperor Technique!He is a descendant of the Sword Emperor!" Someone recognized this sword technique and shouted loudly, "The Sword Emperor's descendant, he actually fought without declaring a war?" and he was also the injured person who fought with the Immortal Blood Bloodline Inheritance just now? Is this the heart and bearing of the descendants of the Emperor of the World? It is really disappointing!" Someone scolded extremely angrily, "The descendants of the Emperor of the World are nothing more than this, he must be afraid that Long Jiaoyang will come over and defeat them all, so he must take advantage of Long Jiaoyang's weakest time to make a move!"

"The Emperor of the World is an invincible person, and their descendants are just a group of people who are brave and brave, and they have really lost the face of the Emperor of the World. ”

“......”

Countless people were angrily attacking, but the descendant of the Sword Queen did not stop, his swordsmanship was unparalleled, forcing Long Jiaoyang to be unable to heal.

Wu Xinjie was tolerated, and suddenly rushed to Long Jiaoyang's side, and burst a sword qi with one punch!

"Can't you hear what they're shouting?Do you want to lose the face of the descendants of the Emperor of the World?" Wu Xinjie raised his sword eyebrows, and said angrily, "Compared with the face and the Immortal Sutra, which one is more important?" The Sword Queen's descendant looked indifferent, Wu Xinjie's fists bloomed, and a set of black battle armor automatically appeared on his body, "The Immortal Sutra is very important, but if you don't even want face, what qualifications do you have to compete for the Immortal Sutra?"

"The Xuanwu battle armor of the Martial Emperor family, are you a descendant of the Martial Emperor?" the Sword Queen descendant recognized the battle armor on Wu Xinjie's body.

"Yes, I am a descendant of Emperor Wu, so I don't allow you to defeat Long Jiaoyang at this time, you want to duel him, wait for him to finish healing!" Wu Xinjie said domineeringly, "Hehe, you are a descendant of Emperor Wu, I am a descendant of the Sword Queen, am I worse than you?"

The descendant of the Sword Empress retreated quite wolfly, his hair was cut off by the fist wind, and he said extremely angrily, "Descendant of Emperor Wu, are you going to fight me?"

"I'm not going to fight you, I'm going to send you out!" Wu Xinjie was domineering, and his momentum soared wildly!

The descendant of the Sword Queen did not dare to slack off, so she could only prepare for a big battle with Wu Xinjie with all her might.

Wu Xinmi said to Tianzhu Zhuoma with a smile, "Female Buddhist Taoist friend, my eldest brother is interesting enough, at this critical moment, I will help you save your lover." ”

Tianzhu Zhuoma heard the word 'lover', and suddenly woke up from the state of worrying about Long Jiaoyang's safety, she is a tantric female Buddha, how can she have love, how can she be so worried about a man?

"Amitabha, the poor nun is a monk, and there is no lover!" Tianzhu Zhuoma's expression changed instantly, and her eyes when she looked at Long Jiaoyang changed from worry to murderous intent.

"You're a dog, right? Why do you say that you turn your face and turn your face, so moody?" Wu Xinmi scolded very annoyed.