If it weren't for knowing that the dragon clan wouldn't be untargeted, and wouldn't just find a little poisonous Jiao to fool himself, Yang Jian would really look away this time.

It's not that he is not thoughtful, but these three Bibo Jiao are too cunning and do the opposite......

Speaking from the heart, if a monk came to capture and kill the whereabouts of the poisonous Jiao here, and saw the scene of the mortal sacrifice, he would subconsciously believe that the poisonous Jiao was the dragon hidden under the well.

Who will set their sights on that old Taoist who sacrifices dragons?

That old way is at most a crooked demon, if you are in a good mood, it doesn't matter if you don't kill him.

But on the contrary, this old way is the main master, and the black Jiao who has just been killed by Yang Jian is just a 'substitute ghost' raised by this old way, specially designed to deal with such a situation at this time!

If Yang Jian didn't open his forehead and raised his eyes, but he couldn't distinguish this old way of hiding at all, if he returned to the clouds like this, although the elders of the Dragon Palace would give Yang Jian a point or two, but Yang Jian's face was also completely lost.

Moreover, the masters of the Dragon Palace did not mention this matter at first, I am afraid that they are also teaching the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace, to see if outsiders are rumored to be Yang Jian's excellent mind, whether it is just a false name.

Recognizing the true body of the Qingfeng Viewer, Yang Jian was also a little annoyed, and he shot mercilessly.

One after another gunshots smashed into the well, and after the old man opened his eyes, his body turned into a dark green mist, which seemed to appear slowly and quickly outside a hundred zhang, turned into a human form, stood on the treetops, and looked at Yang Jian from a distance.

"I have no enmity, no grudge, no cause and effect with you. ”

Then, he looked up at the large cloud in the sky, "The dragons don't recognize me, and I don't ask for dragons." If you want to stay in trouble today, you will be dead. ”

In a few words, but it was calm and ruthless, the old way that was light and light seemed to have long disappeared, and the long gray hair gradually turned into turquoise when it fluttered in the wind.

But he didn't turn into the main body, but just used this human body, raised his hand, and started with a blood-colored long sword, which increased his power by a few points.

Holding a sword flower, Qingfeng Guan looked at Yang Jian and said, "Leave a line for doing things, and see each other in the future." ”

"Life and death today, why do you have to see each other in the future?" Yang Jian asked rhetorically, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but a cloud of anger burned in his eyes.

"Why do you have to kill me?"

"Take the soul, refine the gun. ”

"Good!" said the Qingfeng Guan Lord, "Happy! It's a little stronger than those bastards who are sanctimonious and full of benevolence and morality! Hahahaha! Come on! If you can win me with dignity, what if this soul belongs to you!"

Yang Jian also praised in his heart, holding the pointless spear in his left hand, and his figure rushed forward.

Qingfeng Guan Lord also took the path of physical combat, grabbing the blood-colored long sword and facing Yang Jian.

The two are only a hundred feet apart, and getting close is only a blink of an eye!

Gun smashes the blade of the sword!

It's just that the first time they rushed to each other, it was all kinds of divine lights swaying, thousands of thunderbolts smashing down, and there seemed to be thousands of horses galloping from near and far.

Yang Jian had the upper hand, and with his own strong strength, he beat the Qingfeng Guan Lord's body and retreated, and the latter also looked at Yang Jian with some surprise, but he had never seen such a 'arrogant' person!

The heavenly palace is clear and beautiful, and the dragon is torn apart!

"Huh!" Qingfeng Guan said that the main tongue bloomed with spring thunder, intending to shock Yang Jian's soul.

Behind Yang Jian, the little Yuanshen tree was manifested, the branches shook slightly, and Yang Jian's eyes were always clear and transparent, not muddy at all.

Guns and swords face each other, and the fight begins!

Yang Jian's spear power is heavy but varied, killing moves are endless, and the offensive is endless;

The blood-colored sword of the Qingfeng Guan Lord is fierce and vicious, and the blood light contained in the sword is a first-class poison, if it is cut through the skin, the consequences are unimaginable.

The swordsmanship of this Qingfeng Guan Master is quite messy, and it seems that they are all easy moves, but the moves are all tricky angles, focusing on Yang Jian's weakness, and sometimes forcing Yang Jian to resist it.

They fought to the mountain in the ruins, and fought from the mountain to the clouds, Yang Jian became more and more brave the more he fought, and the sharpless spear became more and more 'spiritual' in his hands, and the strange tricks were repeated, and the Qingfeng Guan Lord was gradually unable to parry.

Speaking of this breeze view, it also has a great background.

At the beginning, the dragon clan strangled many descendants of the dragon clan who did evil and dragged down their luck, and the whole clan of the three-headed blue wave Jiao suffered a great disaster;

The Lord of the Clear Breeze often thinks that perhaps, he is the last bloodline of his clan, so he suppresses his resentment against the dragon clan, gives up seeking revenge, and ponders how to escape the dragon clan's stranglehold.

This hiding has come to this day.

In this small world, he took on a human form, became an emperor, a general, a beggar, and experienced the life of the human race in a thousand forms, and then became a Taoist priest, practicing Taoism, and never recovering his body for millions of years, and this humanoid incarnation has long been flawless.

It is precisely because of this that he has escaped several inspections by the dragon clan's powers, and he has survived in this small world to this day.

By chance, the Qingfeng Guan Lord found a small Jiao, which was not of the same clan as him, but had the same bloodline.

He kept this little Jiao in the backyard of the Taoist temple, and used the power he cultivated in the human race to station it in three hundred villages within 10,000 miles, and since then he has been isolated from the outside world and concentrated on cultivating this 'descendant'.

To be honest, he has no feelings for this black Jiao, but this black Jiao is a female Jiao, and after it turns into a dragon, the three-headed Bibo Jiao will have another chance to reappear.

Female?

When the black Jiao and Yang Jian were fighting just now, they really couldn't see the slightest bit of motherhood and half femininity, cough, it was also difficult for this breeze to be old-fashioned.

In the past few years, the Qingfeng Guan Lord has been ready to carry out racial reproduction anytime and anywhere. But not long ago, traces of dragon masters frequently appeared in this small world.

Although the Qingfeng Guan Lord knew that eighty percent of the black Jiao had been exposed, he did not leave quietly, but wanted to tease the dragon clan who came to find it.

How do you know, the master of the dragon clan didn't make a move, but ushered in Yang Jian's evil star.

The black Jiao that had been cultivated so hard was killed, and the Qingfeng Guan Master didn't feel anything at all, so he could cultivate another one.

But when he thought that he had perfectly deceived the young man of the Terran race, the other party suddenly fell, as if he had identified his identity, and asked that sentence.

Fraud?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, how could he expect that this Terran man had already spilled a wave of offensive......

Qingfeng Guan wanted to break his head, but he didn't know why he was exposed, and how the other party saw through his identity.

But at this point, he had no choice but to get up and fight.

As soon as they fought, the Qingfeng Guan Master, who had some contempt for Yang Jian, sank in his heart.

He has lived here for a long time, could it be that this great world is no longer the great prosperity of the Yuan Shen Dao? This person actually fought hand-to-hand with himself as a dragon, and completely suppressed himself in strength!

This......

After more than 100 rounds, the Qingfeng Guan Master had been chased and beaten by Yang Jian, and there were also a few injuries on his body, seeing that if he was defeated in one move, he would be doomed, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Most of his heroism is a delaying tactic, he has been hiding for so many years, if he had a glimmer of life, he would have fled for his life today.

But he didn't, and he didn't have the slightest chance of escaping.

The dragon clan master who swept the formation for Yang Jian in the sky faintly sealed this small world with an inexplicable formation, so that he had no door to go to the sky and no hole in the ground, so he had to fight with Yang Jian.

Why do dragons bother so much about arranging for a mere one-man youth?

What's more, the courage of this young man of the human race made him also frightened, and he only felt that it was rare in ancient times. But even so, the dragon clan still has a good sake, and there are several dragon head elders who are ready to take the help of this human youth at any time......

Qingfeng Guan is not stupid, and after thinking about it carefully, he feels that the identity of this son must be extraordinary.

If you can't escape today, it's better to fight to the death, and if you can get lucky enough to kill this son, maybe it will cause some big trouble for the dragon clan.

"Aren't you afraid that the poisonous Jiao will drag down your luck?" heh, I want you to taste this bitter fruit!'

Thinking of this, distant resentment echoed in his chest again, and the Qingfeng Guan Lord suddenly began to fight for his life.

Yang Jian didn't panic at all, and temporarily stabilized his position on the defensive, and then approached step by step, fighting left and right, and once again suppressed this Qingfeng old way.

Looking at the appearance of the two of them at this time, Yang Jian's pale yellow robe was not stained with the slightest dust, but the Qingfeng Old Dao robe was already tattered, and even the blood-colored long sword in his hand had some cracks added to it.

At this point in the battle, Yang Jian was already victorious, but he was still seeking victory steadily, wanting to drain the physical strength of this old way little by little, and then cut off his head, take his poisonous miasma beads, and take his dragon soul.

"Bastard, do you really think I can't take you?"

Qingfeng Lao Dao scolded angrily, and plumes of thick green smoke bloomed on his body, and this smoke actually condensed into a ghost face, opening his big mouth and swallowing it at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian waved forward with his left hand, and there was an extra cyan pu fan in his hand, just with a slight wave, the sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and a large dark cloud condensed in an instant.

In the next moment, ten thousand thunders fell, and there seemed to be a brilliant waterfall between the heavens and the earth!

Five Thunders and Righteous Laws!

The pu fan that Yang Jian used was naturally a thunder fan obtained from the hands of the miasma old dao, which was originally given to his mother, but his mother asked him to take it with him.

With the help of this treasure, Yang Jian's Yuan Shen cultivation is not high, and he can also exert a bit of the power of the great divine power of the Five Thunder Righteous Law.

Ten thousand thunders blasted, the figure of the old Taoist was crumbling, and the green mist ghost face was long gone.

But Yang Jian was not too careless, and swung out a series of gun shadows from a distance to smash at the old Dao, who suddenly became energetic, and glanced at Yang Jian fiercely, as if he was scolding Yang Jian for being cunning and not being fooled, so he had no choice but to show his ontology to fight.

"Thou shalt die here today!"

Lao Dao's voice became thicker and thicker as he went to the back, and finally it was like thunder rolling in the sky.

With his roar, the thin body was planted directly to the ground, and Yang Jian controlled those Xuangang gun shadows to chase after them as if they were following the shadows, but before the gun shadows could blast down, a domineering aura rose to the sky!

Rumble!

The earth trembles, the mountains crumble!

An incomparably huge dragon claw pressed against the edge of a cliff, and the cliff shattered, but the huge body to which the dragon claw belonged had already risen to the sky.

Three heads and three sides, three thousand feet long! The three dragon heads are all complete, and there are no defects!

The scales all over the body reflected the sky and the earth in turquoise, and when the wind blew, those clouds seemed to wave up layers of waves!

Ancient strange beasts, three-headed blue waves!

No, it's real, the three-headed blue wave dragon!

The old dragon roared angrily, and it was still the same sentence: "Don't report your name when you die!"