"The sword of wisdom ruthlessly kills the demons, holds the sword and angrily kills Gongcao. He kills evil ghosts alone in his practice path, and makes a ruthless path to the lonely painting. He understands the five elements of the body to determine the Eight Trigrams, returns to the sword to connect to the yin and yang. He walks on the path of cultivation in the world, and is alone in his own sword. Is this the place where the eight coffins seal the dragon? Finally it has arrived."

The moonlight is hazy, and the forest shadow is still there. Ling Xiaokou recites a poem to a dead land: "Fate is unpredictable. According to your original fate, you will transform into dragons in the thousands of years next year, start the era of spiritual energy, and help this world advance successfully. But now you are interrupted and controlled by boundless anger, turning into ghost dragon energy and causing disaster."

Ling Xiao said and stamped the soles of his feet again, then a dragon roar appeared and faintly: "You are really slow now. But that's right, eight coffins seal the dragon, nine coffins cover the top of your head. Now only the coffin above you have been taken down. As long as nothing unexpected happens, you will be killed."

Ling Xiao's true energy poured his legs and stepped on the ground vigorously. With a roar, eight brittle sounds of chains suddenly rang out. But this made Ling Xiao's face change: "Oh no, I'm taking it off."

The chains on the coffin were broken, and Ling Xiao quickly retreated, but a dragon head flew out from the ground. The dragon roar made Ling Xiao's hands and feet numb, and he had to turn into a sword light to avoid the dragon head's attack.

"So strong! According to fate, how did Yan Fei subdue him? Is he seduced?"

In the air, Ling Xiao complained secretly and slowly fell down. Looking at the dragon shadow gradually disappearing under him, Ling Xiao couldn't help but hold his weapons tightly and scan the surroundings.

But there was nothing. Only a wisp of white mist spread rapidly, and after only a few breaths, the space was firmly locked.

"I originally thought it would be Yan Fei, but I didn't expect it would be another one. But forget it, all the Taoists are going to die."

After the words came, a middle-aged man with a slutty shoulder against the Tang sword appeared in front of Ling Xiao: "You are the guardian of the system? It looks very ordinary! My name is the holder of the Su Jing martial arts system. I am now taking the task to stretch your weight. By the way, I will send you back to the west."

"Come."

The opponent raised the scalp, and Ling Xiao took the opportunity to retract his sword, and then took a dragon-headed sword.

"Well? After changing the weapon, the momentum is getting stronger. You have a chance to do it."

Ling Xiao did not have the habit of being humble when the enemy pretended to be garlic. He raised his sword and jumped high. With the moonlight flowing, the blade slashed Su Jing's head with one knife: "Slay."

"Not bad!"

The blade fell, and Su Jing raised the knife to intercept the Guan knife. However, the knife blade was sharp and only had a moment of fighting. Su Jing's Tang sword broke. If he had not retreated in time, Ling Xiao would have directly removed his head.

"The knife is quite fast..."

Su Jing, who failed to show off, looked at the broken knife in his hand, and his face became even more ugly. He couldn't help but snorted angrily, luring the dragon's energy into his body, and transformed into a soldier with both hands.

With just a roar, Ling Xiao pushed him back three meters. With a wave of his hand, the sword in his palm almost flew out of his hand.

"It's so damn strong. The morning breeze and the waning moon condense into fog in the sky, and slash."

Ling Xiao looked at Su Jing and couldn't help but take a few steps back. His body was under pressure and he put the knife in his hand. With a loud noise of the shattering of the land under his feet, Ling Xiao shot out directly and slashed it towards him before Su Jing reacted. However, the true energy armor that Su Jing's dragon energy manifested was heavy and difficult to break. Only a loud noise of air explosion was heard, Ling Xiao was directly repelled by the counter-shock and forced to retreat several steps.

Although the weapon was fine, the blood that overflowed from the seven orifices made it almost impossible for him to stand firm.

"What a heavy Long Kai!"

The blood and blood surged up. Ling Xiao held Guan Dao and vomited blood wildly, but the enemy would not give him a chance to adjust. Su Jing opened his palm and raised the sky with one hand.
Chapter completed!