Chapter 809: The Danger of Extermination

Snow flies like catkins, and the rolling mountains are completely covered in snowflakes.

Under the flying snowflakes, several figures emerged one after another, led by a teenager.

The expression was gentle, the thin martial robe was hunting, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, looking down at the undulating mountains below, the young man whispered: "This mountain range is the Wolong Mountain Range?"

"Well, this mountain range is the Wolong Mountain Range, and the Qinglong Clan lives in the depths of the mountain range!" a gray-haired old man whispered, looking at the young man with a little respect in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, my Ye family has some connections with this Green Dragon Clan!" the young man muttered, "Green Dragon Bloodline!"

This group of people was Ye Chen and the others, the young man led by Ye Chen, and the white-haired old man was Jue Lin, as well as dozens of White Tiger Clan people behind him.

After Ye Chen left the customs that day, Ye Chen agreed to come to this Wolong Mountain Range with Jielin and the others, which is also the place where the Qinglong clan lives.

Compared with the White Tiger Clan, the Qinglong Clan, which was originally the head of the four ancient clans, was even worse, and had fallen to the end of the four ancient clans.

"The Four Great Ancient Clans can only be hidden in the mountain range, while the Three Palaces are in control of the entire continent!" Ye Chen muttered softly, "The gap between the two is huge!"

Hearing this, the Jielin Sword couldn't help frowning, if it weren't for the suppression of the three major halls, the four ancient clans would not have fallen to the point where they are now.

"If the Qinglong Clan really wants to return, then return, if you don't want to, then don't force it!" Ye Chen whispered, his body stepped on the snowflakes, and jumped lightly into the distance.

"The Blue Dragon Clan will definitely return!" Jue Lin whispered, following closely behind Ye Chen.

In the wind and snow, several of its figures dissipated. Below, there are white peaks, and the cold wind blows up the snow on the peaks, and the snow is sprinkled among the mountain streams.

The Qinglong Clan, this ancient clan that once dominated the entire Martial God Continent, in its heyday, there were no less than dozens of martial artists in the Martial Dao Realm of the Qinglong Clan.

And now the Qinglong clan has been defeated. The martial arts realm martial artist is no more.

Wolong Mountains. This mountain range was once famous for the Qinglong clan, but now, this mountain range has gradually faded into obscurity.

The snow-covered mountains and their magical beasts are hidden in stone caves. For a moment, there was utter silence in the mountains.

However, in the depths of the mountain range, a battle was raging there, and countless men in black were jumping above the snow, their sharp swords bringing up scarlet blood flowers.

Among these swaying figures, there are some strange humans, these people are covered with faint dragon scales. Two apex horns emerge from the top of the head.

The sound of dragon groans rang out, and these strange humans were fighting with the man in black, and when the sword of the man in black pierced a strange human, the human body turned into a dragon.

Apparently. These strange humans are from the Blue Dragon Clan, and the sound of dragon groans resounds, shaking the void around them.

Above the void, three huge green dragons stood in the air, and their endless wind surrounded the three green dragons, and even thundered from time to time.

"You actually collude with foreign enemies!" A roar resounded in the mouth of the green dragon led by him, turning into thunderous sounds that spread out.

Looking at the three green dragons in the air were six black-clothed people, and only four of these six black-clothed people were from the Martial God Continent. And the other two are alien nebulae.

In any case, the aura on these six people is extremely similar. Obviously, these six people practiced the same exercises.

"This is the Qinglong Ancient Clan. According to the instructions above, after today, there will be no more Qinglong Ancient Clan in the Martial God Continent!" A deep voice sounded in the mouth of a black-clothed person.

The deep tone was full of endless killing intent, and as the words of the man in black floated out, the sound of fighting was coming from below.

Wolong Valley, looking at it from afar, this Wolong Valley is like a giant dragon coiled in the mountains.

Around Wolong Valley is the roaring Gangfeng, and endless Gangfeng emerges from the outside of Wolong Valley, forming a natural Gangfeng array.

And at this moment, the Qinglong clan jumped out of the Gangfeng array with swords, blocking those black-clothed people like a tide, and a battle was going on around Wolong Valley.

The flying sword light, the shattered void, the rolling wind, the roar brought by this great battle wafted out, but the difference in numbers undoubtedly led to the defeat of the Qinglong Clan.

For a while, the Qinglong Clan was defeated one by one under the stormy attack of the men in black.

Scarlet blood flew among the snowflakes, the pungent smell of blood spread, and the sound of cold cheers, fights, wind whistles, and all kinds of sounds converged.

In the void, the three green dragons turned into human shapes, and they were three old men, and the three old men looked down with angry eyes, and the old man at the head of them was the patriarch of the green dragon clan!

Qing Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the six people in front of him: "The order from above, the three major halls?"

A chill erupted in Qingjue's eyes, and his gaze was like a substance towards the six black-clothed people, but the expressions of the six black-clothed people did not change, and they still looked at Qingjue indifferently.

"Isn't it a person from the three major halls?" Qing Jue muttered, his eyes becoming more and more solemn: "If these six people in front of you are not removed, then the Qinglong Clan will be in danger of extinction!"

A majestic dragon groan rang out, and a strangely shaped long sword emerged in Qing Jue's hand, and Gangfeng wrapped around the sword.

"Six Spirit Martial Realm martial artists, I'll hold the four of them for a while, and the other two of you can solve them quickly!" Qing Jue whispered to the two clansmen beside him, and at the same time, Qing Jue came out with a sword, and his figure shot out violently.

The dragon's groan resounded again, and the pure figure suddenly turned into four paths, forcing towards the four black-clothed men respectively.

Four extremely brilliant sword lights burst out, piercing through the figures of the four men in black, but the figures of the men in black immediately turned into a cloud of black mist, and their true figures emerged not far away.

The black-clothed man who spoke out earlier continued: "Qingjue, the patriarch of the Qinglong Clan, is also the strongest person in the Qinglong Clan, the peak of the second layer of Lingwu!"

Speaking of this, six cold killing intent erupted in vain, and the four black-clothed men came out with swords, directly surrounding Qing Jue, and their sword qi converged into a sword net and fell towards Qing Jue below.

And the other two Qinglong clansmen also came out with swords and confronted the remaining two black-clothed people.

For a while, the entire void was filled with figures, flying sword qi, and all mystical rules.

Lingwu Realm comprehends the rules, evolves supernatural powers, uses sword intent as a point, and ignites supernatural powers! Facing the dense sword shadows around him, Qingjie's face froze, and the sword momentum changed in vain, and the left hand that did not hold the long sword played some mysterious hand postures in vain: "Wind Shadow - Change!"

One of the rules of the wind of the clear sense, melt the wind, and transform into a phantom, similar to a clone, each phantom contains a pure sword intent and a little soul.

If the Qing Jue evolves this rule, it will become a supernatural power, and then these phantoms will be the real clones.

Several phantom shadows spread out again beside Qing Jue's body, and four extremely brilliant sword lights converged together, shooting directly at the sword shadows around him.

"The rules of the wind!" Looking at the phantom that shot in, a man in black had a rare solemn look on his face, his Lingwu layer had only come into contact with the rules, and had not really comprehended the rules.

"It's good to be able to use the rules, but how long can you hold on?" the man in black sneered, his sword momentum changed in vain, and he snorted coldly: "Wind Sword Shadow!"

Although the man in black had only been exposed to the rules of the wind, he had already incorporated these perceptions into his sword intent, and with this sword alone, the void was filled with a thousand sword shadows, and the sword shadows surged towards the rushing phantom like a flood.

Bang bang! The sword shadow drowned the phantom, and its shattered spatial turbulence formed a vortex in vain, and this vortex immediately submerged the sword shadow and the phantom around it.

An illusory shadow was broken, one after another, and the rest of the black-clothed people also displayed terrifying sword skills one after another, shattering the phantom one after another.

Two of the black-clothed men were even second-layer martial artists of Lingwu, who also understood the rules, and used the rules to suppress Qing Jue to death, and under the siege of the four people, Qing Jue seemed to have no chance to break through.

"Completely suppressed, these two hateful rules!" Qing Jue whispered, sensing the increasingly tragic battle situation below, Qing Jue couldn't help but get anxious, if this continued, the Qinglong Clan would definitely be wiped out by the black-clothed man in front of him

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