Wei Yuan naturally also enjoyed the big insect turning back. After all, although the sword intent in the sky was all done by him, it was still stored by the power of the talismans until now. It finally disappeared. The longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him.

"roar!"

The dragon roar shook the sky and the earth, the poisonous fog scattered everywhere, Wei Yuan's sword intent rolled forward like a wave, and both sides rushed up above the sky, and the huge body of the poisonous dragon was completely submerged by the sword shadows all over the sky.

The disciples of Tai Sui Palace who stopped and forgot to escape were dumbfounded. They seemed to recall that they didn't know anything except knowing that he was brought back by Lord God. Now it seems that the Lord God God came back not only because of his beautiful face, but also because of his talent for swordsmanship that shocked the world and was amazing.

"Is this...Is this still the Wei waste I know?"

"Shut up, you are not obviously cursing people. If you are still useless, then what will we become!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone present had a look of empathy. This is true. If Wei Yuan's existence is still a waste, they would be more than just a waste than that.

Of course, Shen Yuangui would not have such a thought. The murderous intent in his eyes can no longer be concealed. Unexpectedly, Wei Yuan hid so deeply. If he wanted to compete with him for the heart of his junior sister Chang'an, he would probably have no chance of winning at all. If not, this person must die, and he must be as soon as possible.

At the same time, in the sword curtain above the sky, the poisonous dragon was still on the photogenic scene. Even though he was seriously injured, he rushed out of the overwhelming sword curtain with blood and rushed to Wei Yuan.

Compared with human cultivators, the only advantage of the wild beasts is that this arrogant physical body can gain the upper hand. It is not only a little bit stronger, but also a lot. Even the cultivator of fortune may not dare to fight against the wild beasts of the same realm with the power of the Taoist beasts. What's more, although the strength of this poisonous dragon has fallen, the physical body is still a photogenic existence. How can a small cultivator of the Yuan-Slaying Cultivator compete with it?

However, even though the giant dragon had arrived in front of him, Wei Yuan's face did not change at all. He just stretched out his hand slightly and a drawing with mountains and peaks suddenly appeared. He held it in his hand. In the drawing, a huge sword that seemed to be able to break the world was inserted into the mountains and mountains, with a powerful sword.

Wei Yuan held the picture with one hand and waved it gently. The next moment, a mysterious force in the drawing dispersed everywhere, invisible and intangible, but it covered several miles in a circle.

After doing this, Wei Yuan looked up at the giant dragon rushing towards him, raised his hand and gently stroked the drawings, and said in a plain tone, "The wind and clouds under the pen!"

Just under his stroke, the giant dragon who wanted to crush the human monk into powder with his body suddenly stopped ten feet in front of Wei Yuan. It was not that he didn't want to crush the fragments that were close to him, but that he couldn't.

One foot in front of Wei Yuan, it seemed like an invisible city wall. The giant dragon raided up. Even if the scales and armor were flying, the lungs were shaking, but they could not make any progress.

Although he blocked a collision from the dragon, Wei Yuan, who was entrusted with pictures, opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of pain. After raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at the dragon with lingering fear. "The physical strength of the wild beast is indeed extraordinary. It's a pity that if you want to catch me, you may not have that chance."

As he said that, Wei Yuan flew backwards, with extremely fast speed. Countless sword shadows swarmed over along the way, and separated one after another. Even if the giant dragon knocked open the space imprisoned by Wei Yuan in a few seconds, he could no longer find Wei Yuan's traces from the sword shadows covered in the sky.

This battle against the verge of the verge has lasted for a quarter of an hour, which seems very short, but who knows that the poisonous dragon has found Wei Yuan many times in the sword curtain. Although most of the time, he can block the poisonous dragon with the wind and clouds in his writing, this also caused Wei Yuan to suffer a considerable injury. Killing fortune with the Yuan to kill the fortune. This is no longer a simple counter-forward attack. Even those gods may be inferior to those who can do this.

The sound of explosions in the sky was endless, and only the sword shadows could be seen flying continuously, just like a group of fish in the ocean, shuttled up and down, left and right, and the sound of dragon roars kept coming. I couldn't see clearly what kind of scene was in the sword curtain.

The three million sword intent is decreasing sharply, and no one can bear the poisonous dragon's desperate resistance. Although he holds three million sword intent, Wei Yuan's realm is too low after all, and the sword shadow is constantly dissipating. Fortunately, the poisonous dragon's injuries are constantly aggravating. At this speed, he can definitely consume it to death before the three million sword intent is completely wiped out.

Although the wild beast's intelligence is not high, it is not without it. Finally, it fired the true fire. The strength of this human monk is far beyond his imagination. Although the sword intent of the sky cannot kill him with one blow, if he drags him like this, his old wounds have not healed and new injuries will always be dragged to death.

It no longer hopes to swallow the crying and destroy the Taoist beast to save its dying body. The only thing it wants now is to drag the hateful human monk to die together.

"roar!"

A sound resounded through the world, and the dragon roar that was trembling dozens of miles away spread. Immediately afterwards, the Tai Sui Palace disciples watching the battle saw a blue-purple mist rising from the sword curtain and heading straight for the sky.

Not to mention them, even Wei Yuan was slightly shocked. The poisonous fog was not as good as before. Even the sword intent could not be cut off. If it pounced on him, only the sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao could handle it.

What surprised everyone was that the poisonous fog rose into the air and did not cause any harm to Wei Yuan.

Just when they didn't understand what the poisonous dragon was selling, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and among the rolling clouds, a blue-purple light could be seen flowing.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Shen Yuangui's face suddenly changed several times, "It's poisonous rain. Look at this posture, almost covering half of the hinterland of the mountain range, escape quickly!"

Everyone turned around and ran away with their lives at that moment. This was the wild beast Taoist technique in the realm of creation, and it was one of the most difficult Taoist techniques. Poison, raining all over the sky, and a little touch would probably have to be entangled for a while, and it was very likely that they would even fall here. If they didn't leave at this time, they would probably not have the chance to leave later.
Chapter completed!