Dragon Tamer

Nan Lingsha retracted her gaze.

At this time she saw Zhu Minglang's palm, and his palm was covered with sword patterns glowing with blood!

Looking at the sword spirit dragon again, it finally drank the last trace of blood, which came from the blood of the sword master Wen Mengru, just like the blood that fell on the sword spirit when Zhu Minglang practiced the sword every day.

Many times, the man in front of Nan Lingsha felt a kind of refined and easy-going, even introverted and undisciplined, but at this moment, Zhu Minglang, the flames in his eyes make it impossible to look directly.

The temperament on his body has undergone tremendous changes with the spread of the sword pattern. The heroic aura is pressing and fierce...

"Let's see your true face." Nan Lingsha shook her head, saying that she didn't plan to choose any other opponent.

These people, since they are all here for Zhu Minglang.

Then Zhu Minglang will solve it by himself.

And Nan Lingsha also knew that it was actually a little redundant to come to protect him.

All I have to do is to watch...

"it is good."

"I thought I would never have a sword again in my life, but the existence of Mo Xie made everything change again."

Zhu Minglang said to Nan Lingsha, these remarks seemed to be speaking to himself.

On the peak of the tomb, behind the colossus of the general, two sneaky figures have arrived.

One of them was holding a black sword in his hand, and that sword was surrounded by dark mist, and at the same time, Zhao Wu's whole person was also enveloped in a strange shadow.

He is close to Zhu Minglang.

He was also watching the sword spirit dragon in mid-air.

And Zhao Chen was a bit further behind, but there was a bone dragon in front of him. This bone dragon was extremely yin and terrifying in this tomb area.

In terms of size, the bone dragon is not huge, but the people on the fascinating wall can see that it is a skull dragon!

It's a king again.

Those who dare to climb the highest mountain in this mausoleum seem to have this monarch-level strength!

The two brothers of the royal family were determined to attack Zhu Minglang, and they did not want to waste their energy entangled with the sword spirit dragon.

They are very close to Zhu Minglang!

Finally, Zhao Wu took the lead.

He was like a night dove, passing by the colossus of the general very quickly, and the black sword in his hand was even more dazzling with a black wind and sword aura, making his move more swift and weird!

At the same time, Zhu Minglang's palm prints are extremely bright.

Knowing that there was a murder intent behind him, Zhu Minglang did not turn around. He stretched out his hand and exhaled:

"Sword Spirit Dragon-Sword Awakens!"

The sword spirit dragon flew in the air, and its blade was so hot that it had just been taken out of the furnace.

It flew to Zhu Minglang.

It flew into Zhu Minglang's hands!

Zhu Minglang held it firmly, and suddenly, a sword force swept across with Zhu Minglang as the center.

This sword is not a breath, but more like a wave of heat released in a furnace. You can see the hot and hot air falling into the earth like a sky, surging and turbulent, magnificent and terrifying!

Jian Xu was wrapped around Zhu Minglang's arm.

The sword pattern on the palm and the texture on the hilt of the sword echo each other, and the blue blood inscription inside the sword is completely awakened at this moment!

However, the power is no longer purely erupting on the body of the sword spirit dragon.

The sword spirit dragon and Zhu Minglang have become one body, the soul of blue blood seems to wake up from the soul of Zhu Minglang, the ancient sword is mighty, but on Zhu Minglang's body!

"I am a mayfly."

"The sword is Tianhong!"

Zhu Minglang whispered, but at this moment he slashed gorgeously behind him! !

He made the sword cleanly, without the slightest change, but the sword style was so familiar to him, as if it was imprinted in his soul, so that in the eyes of others, Zhu Minglang was like standing still with a sword...

But he had already used his sword, and his sword power was like the dawn of dawn, and the moonlight in the dark night.

The black sword Zhao Wu who came to surprise him, his shot was utterly desolate in front of Zhu Minglang, and when this stroke passed over him, his action came to a halt!

Stopped there, a red mark appeared on his chest.

Suddenly, this blood spray spurted wildly, and people around could even hear the sound of the blood spurting out, which was extremely shocking.

The black sword fell off from his hand, Zhao Wu knelt down on the ground, his head buried, motionless, but blood continued to spurt out from his chest, staining a large piece of black soil in front of him.

"Ka!" The colossus of the general suddenly cut off at the upward trajectory.

The huge colossus of the general, its legs and the parts above the legs are sliding apart.

"boom!!!!!!!"

The colossus of the general smashed down, causing a shock to the tomb of the Ninth Army.

On the fascinating wall, tens of thousands of people felt a chill of soul at the same time.

The largest stone statue standing on the general tomb hill like a sign was cut off by a sword! ! !

And this person is the fallen person who provokes the geniuses of all forces-wish Ming Lang!

The mausoleum hill is towering high in the tomb of the Nine Army, and Zhu Minglang is standing at the highest position at this time. He stood there as if he had never taken a shot before, but the simple stroke of his back shook the capital. One hundred thousand! !

...

The wind curled lightly, dazzling the hair.

Obviously the momentum is like a rainbow, but the surrounding airflow is still as quiet as before.

Wen Mengru couldn't calm down for a long time, she could feel the power of that sword, but this sword was so fast that even the wind couldn't make any reaction! !

To practice sword, first practice the sword style.

That is, the force of the sword is strong enough, fast enough, so that the airflow is driven, forming a strong sword wind whizzing past.

But with Zhu Minglang’s sword, Zhao Wu’s chest was clearly torn apart, and the colossus of the general was clearly cut off. It was so powerful that it could generate a violent storm because of the sword’s strength, but there was no air wave, but it did not disturb the wind... …

Wen Mengru took a deep breath.

She slightly squeezed the sword in her hand. Although the tiger's mouth was still painful, as a swordsman, this kind of injury was nothing at all.

Swordsman, not only masters his cultivation.

It will be in the Sword Realm.

People with advanced realm, even if they only use the master-level cultivation base, can compete with the monarch-level powerhouse.

At the beginning, Wen Mengru asked her sister why her cultivation level was not weak, but she lost so miserably. Her sister told her that Zhu Minglang’s sword realm is extremely high. If the cultivation base can be further precipitated and improved, even she is not Zhu Minglang’s opponent. .

However, at that time Zhu Minglang was only seventeen years old.

She didn't know what the sword realm was before.

Now that she knows, she wants to know how far she is from him!

Wen Mengru walked towards the highest point of Mausoleum Hill.

Since I wish Minglang to hold the sword again.

Then she should fight again!

"Perhaps, as he said, it is impossible for us alone to defeat him, but there are some things, I will not give in!" Huo Shangjun said in a deep voice.

Ye Guang from Shenfan Academy glanced at the wound on his shoulder.

Not very deep.

Similarly, he looked at Zhu Minglang.

In Shenfan Academy, no one is more dazzling than him...

In this imperial capital, neither!

He once again climbed the tomb mountain ~www.ltnovel.com~ At the same time, other powerful forces who relied on their strength also went up the mountain.

What Zhu Minglang wants is for all of them to get out. Now that he has shown great strength, the best way to deal with it is for everyone to join hands and solve Zhu Minglang first!

How could it be possible to give Zhu Minglang the spiritual resources of so many forces?

Only by killing Zhu Minglang can they slowly divide their fights.

The power genius is not convinced.

More people are not willing to wish Minglang monopolize!

For a time, all the disciples of the forces in the tomb of the Nine Army, the big disciples, the chief, or the people who have always hidden their strength, they flocked to the peak of the tomb!

Zhu Minglang's sword has already made everyone realize that he is the biggest threat.

More importantly, he has declared before that he is the enemy of all of them!