One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Eight. Slay the Dragon and Capture the Immortal

Although the brilliant sea of ​​clouds shattered and turned into streams of light that flew around, the light quickly turned and drew arcs in the void, like a startled dragon, and turned to attack Yan Zhaoge.

"Haha, Meng Zhang Cang Yun Lu." Yan Zhaoge knew what he was talking about as soon as he touched the brilliant sea of ​​clouds.

Meng Zhang is the Azure Dragon, the leader of the Four Spirits, also known as Meng Zhang Shenjun.

Just like the Vermillion Bird is also called Ling Guang Shenjun, this is a Taoist title for the Four Spirits.

Before the Great Destruction, there was a unique learning called Ling Guang Fei Xian Shu, which inherited the Taoist conception of Ling Guang Shenjun and had a unique mystery.

The martial arts practiced by the Immortal Court Heavenly Lord in front of him was called Meng Zhang Cang Yun Lu, which explained the power conception of Meng Zhang Shenjun before the Great Destruction.

The Taoist traditions of the two sides have no connection, but because they both try to figure out the image of the Four Spirits, they have always been called together.

Before the Great Destruction, these two unique learnings were included in the library of the Heavenly Palace.

Although Yan Zhaoge had not practiced this method before, he had read it before, so he recognized it immediately when he saw the opponent's move.

"Compared to Meng Zhang Cang Yun Lu before the Great Destruction, it has some development and progress. For a warrior from the Immortal Court, it is really rare." Yan Zhaoge was amazed, and he had the leisure to experience the changes in his opponent's martial arts.

Although he was admiring, Yan Zhaoge did not slow down at all, using his fingers as a sword to circle around.

The blue dragon was bleeding, and the purple-red sharp light suddenly spread all over the sky.

Those light dragons were killed one after another!

For a while, the void was full of broken dragon bodies.

The shrill dragon roar and bloody murderous aura filled the four directions of the universe, and this area seemed to have turned into a bloody hell.

The light dragon was killed, and the broken dragon body turned into countless strands of light streams and dissipated.

This time, these light streams could not continue to differentiate, as if real creatures could not be resurrected after being killed.

The scattered light stream spread out, making everyone's eyes seem to be covered by a layer of light fog, which was boundless.

In the light fog, the figure of a middle-aged Taoist priest gradually emerged.

"This sword technique..." The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Yan Zhaoge,

his eyes showed shock.

"Oh, this is the sword technique created by Yan, named..." Yan Zhaoge smiled very sunny: "Zhan Qinglong."

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face darkened when he heard it.

He clasped his palms together, suddenly boosted his strength, and then pushed forward together.

The light fog in the sky turned into a pale blue color at this moment.

As the blue light flashed, the auspicious clouds reappeared, and then the dragon roared, shaking the universe.

A blue dragon roared and poked its head out of the cloud, rushing towards Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge was about to make a move, but he saw the scales of this blue dragon open and close all over its body.

Each dragon scale seemed to have turned into a precious mirror at this moment. Thousands of dragon scales were like thousands of precious mirrors, with countless rays of light shining out from them, crisscrossing.

As the rays of light intertwined, they quickly formed a barrier that enveloped and suppressed Yan Zhaoge, making him seem to have thousands of chains on his body, restricting his movements.

As the blue dragon roared, the real dragon stretched out its claws, picked the stars and took the moon, blocking Yan Zhaoge's sight.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and stood still, with streams of air flowing around him, covering his whole body.

In an instant, he seemed to have turned into something that looked like an axe but not an axe, like a flag but not a flag.

The magnificent artistic conception of creating the world and changing the tripod was revealed, sweeping in all directions, breaking the green light barrier that enveloped him.

His body shook, and the illusory sky-opening flag swayed, and the blue dragon's claws could not move forward.

Yan Zhaoge stretched out his left hand slowly, passed the stiff dragon claws, and pressed directly on the head of the blue dragon!

The huge blue dragon head, which seemed to be like the ancient sacred mountain, seemed to shrink instantly in front of Yan Zhaoge's palm.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest, he saw the palm of Yan Zhaoge stretched out suddenly became larger and covered the universe.

The head of the blue dragon was caught by Yan Zhaoge's hand and could not move.

He allowed his huge body to twist, disturb the void, sweep the universe, and even smash many small stars with one tail, but he could not break free from Yan Zhaoge's palm!

Yan Zhaoge calmly watched the blue dragon that seemed to be thousands of miles long struggling in his palm, and raised his right hand calmly, with the index and middle fingers standing together, like the edge of a sword.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge raise the sword, the blue dragon could not help but struggle more violently.

But everything was in vain, he could only watch the butcher's knife fall towards him slowly and closer and closer!

The sword that cut the Azure Dragon reappeared, and the sword light flashed, piercing through the void of the universe.

It was as if the top of the ancient sacred mountain broke and collapsed, and the huge Azure Dragon head was cut off by Yan Zhaoge's sword!

Yan Zhaoge held the Azure Dragon head in his left hand, and continued to move forward with the sword in his right hand.

The purple-red sharp light cut through the green light, revealing the figure of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest finally showed a look of horror.

He did not dare to stay any longer, turned around and turned into a green light, trying to fly away.

This turn was tantamount to selling his back to Yan Zhaoge, and the shrill sword that cut the Azure Dragon would definitely cut him without any obstacles.

However, this Immortal Court Heavenly Lord also had his own plans, and was ready to take Yan Zhaoge's sword hard in order to get a chance to escape.

No matter how fierce and murderous Yan Zhaoge's sword that cut the Azure Dragon was, the Xuanxian Immortal Gang could not break his body of five qi.

But if he continued to entangle, he might be suppressed and captured alive!

After just a few rounds of fighting, he had clearly felt the gap between himself and Yan Zhaoge.

Moreover, Long Xingquan, Yan Di and others were right beside him.

God knows whether other direct descendants of the Taoist sect will come here. If that happens, his life will really be in danger.

So the middle-aged Taoist priest made a prompt decision and retreated immediately.

At this moment, he relied on his realm to suppress others and seek opportunities through the gap between Xuanyuan and Xuanyuan, and he had no time to care about his face.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the sword light that was about to come behind him seemed to have changed.

The murderous intent was no longer there, but it was more lofty and vast.

However, this mysterious and infinite sword intent made the middle-aged Taoist priest's heart suddenly cold, which was more threatening than the sword that cut the blue dragon!

When the sword light was brushed, his body suddenly froze.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes were illusory and full of strange visions. He felt as if he had fallen from the clouds.

His Five Qis to Yuan were broken!

Although it was only for a moment, at this moment, the second sword with extreme ferocity came!

As the sharp light flashed, the middle-aged Taoist priest screamed and his body was directly cut in half!

Yan Zhaoge followed behind leisurely, then stepped forward, tightened his left hand, and the head of the blue dragon he was holding shattered and scattered into a stream of light.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged Taoist priest who was still struggling.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was lingering on, in extreme pain, and bleeding. The five energies of the immortal family gathered again, and there was a faint tendency to re-transform into immortal essence, protecting his life, so that he could survive even if he was cut in half.

But Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and the power suppressed him, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was simply living a life worse than death!