The sword sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and only the sword qi can be restored to the liquid can be cultivated into swords and silk. This is an unchangeable iron rule! Now it is not applicable to Du Xuan.

Because they knew very clearly that Du Xuan was still in the realm of sword qi. After all, he had only condensed a prototype of the sword pill and had not yet achieved his full power.

"It's really a turnaround! I almost took action just now!" Jiang Tian sighed, and was quite shocked.

The star god Ji Boyuan was quite normal and said with a smile, "Don't be fooled. That's not to practice swords into silk, it should be a kind of silk-like magic spell. He was refined into a sword pill and then sharpened with sword energy to temporarily realize some methods of practicing swords into silk.

I also have a thousand-wild net, why didn’t I expect it at that time? Otherwise, there would be no need to be promoted step by step, and my reputation would be less famous than a junior.”

"So that's it, then you know now, it's really too late!" Jiang Tian nodded because they had truly refined the sword and practiced into silk.

Zheng Changsheng's eyesight is naturally not as good as the star god Ji Boyuan, so he thought Du Xuan had really cultivated sword-making into silk by some means. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel jealousy, blinded his mind, and became greedy, wanting to take it for himself.

When that was the case, the giant dragon produced by Zheng Changsheng opened its mouth and spit out a stream of green and true dragon energy, rushing towards the sword balls in the void.

The true dragon energy suppresses Wannian, Zheng Changsheng wants to suppress Du Xuan's spirituality in the sword pill.

The Sword Decision on the Swordsmanship Platform has no other regulations except for the prohibition of killing. Although as a fellow disciple, the winner never took the precedent of the opponent's magic weapon, Zheng Changsheng was willing to open the first place because he thought it was worth it.

Du Xuan saw that the real dragon was exhaling. Although he didn't understand its specific effect, he had already seen the power of the Great Powerful Tianlong Sword Technique, so he could not get intoxicated. He was about to strengthen the magic trick and recall it quickly, but Old Chu spoke in his mind, "The real dragon energy is a good thing! It can both suppress the spirit and nourish the spirit! Accept it and accept it!"

After smelling this, Du Xuan deliberately slowed down a little, allowing the true dragon energy to rush into the sword pill. When he stood up, the golden sword pill was dyed with a touch of green color, becoming more and more gorgeous.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Changsheng was very satisfied, "It makes you arrogant. Now, what else do you have to rely on?"

After Du Xuan merged the sword pill with the true dragon energy, he felt that the sword pill was as if he was fingering his arms, and he became disobedient. It almost felt like he had obtained a new magic weapon and had not started practicing.

"Old Bu?!" Du Xuan communicated secretly.

"Don't worry, there is no problem!" Old Master Bu was full of confidence. As he spoke, the General Seal of the River Pass shook, and a divine light shot out from his eyebrows, as bright as the sun, hitting the sword ball.

At that time, the domineering and boundless true dragon aura seemed to be locked in the reverse scale and could not move. Du Xuan easily took the sword ball in his hand.

"What?" Zheng Changsheng was shocked.

Since he has cultivated the Great Powerful Tianlong Sword Technique, he has never been in trouble. At most, he is equal in size and has never encountered the power that can resist the qi of Zhenzhen Dragon. At this moment, his fear arises, and his hatred for Du Xuan also rises, almost treating it as an enemy of life and death.

"The real dragon breaks through the dawn!"

Zheng Changsheng used the most powerful and domineering killing move of the Great Power Tianlong Sword Technique.

If this attack fails, it will be successful. Because it is the condensation of all his strength.

"Zheng Changsheng is desperate and ready to take action. Once Li Qingyang is in danger of his life, I will intercept him and save him!" Star God Ji Boyuan once faced Zheng Changsheng. Knowing his domineering move, he hurriedly said.

Jiang Tian, ​​the Zhanfeng Jian, was surprised when he heard this, "Are you not taking action yet? I'm afraid it will be too late in a while!"

"Wait a little longer, I think Li Qingyang is not that simple! Even the true dragon emperor's aura can be eliminated, and it is difficult to guarantee that there are no other means?" Star God Ji Boyuan replied.

Du Xuan Jianwan restored his own spirituality and established the time body and swords one. However, this time, it did not bloom golden sword light, but instead shot out five sword threads, stretching ten feet long, like an extremely huge palm, descending from the sky and pressing towards the giant dragon cover that soared into the sky.

Practicing sword into silk means practicing sword into silk, even if it is a fake product, it is extraordinary.

The five sword silks joined together and were like a giant palm holding the dragon in his hand.

"roar--"

The dragon twisted the void and struggled violently, but as a result, it had no effect except that it allowed the sword thread to tear the sword light faster and tighter.

There was no choice but to reduce the size of the dragon, strengthen the power of the dragon's scales, and resist.

The dragon is small, and the sword ball's hand is small, like a shadow, firmly clamping it. When Zheng Changsheng wanted to swell and disintegrate the sword thread, he was shocked to find that it was impossible. The sword thread was too sharp. Although the sword light was sharp, compared with it, it was like wood and metal. It was not to destroy the enemy, it was suicide.

Zheng Changsheng could only watch the giant dragon transformed into his own house shrinking little by little, and eventually became only about a meter in size. He was stepped on the dragon's head and fell on the sword competition platform.

"Do you admit defeat this time?" Du Xuan never had a good face to those who wanted to plot against him. He just stepped on the leader and asked.

But there is a slight possibility that Zheng Changsheng doesn't want to admit defeat, but now, he really doesn't have the power to resist. Even if Du Xuan's heart is a little bit dark and uses some hidden tricks, he may be seriously injured. He has no choice but to answer, "I admit defeat!"

Du Xuan jumped off the dragon head calmly, put away the sword ball, and looked at the audience again.

Now, the fool knows what Du Xuan means? But everyone thinks that Du Xuan is indeed qualified.

"No need to look for it. Senior Brother Pang, who is on the 70th list of tigers, is not here!" At this time, one person from the audience shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, another voice sounded, "I'm in the low-sense, and I'm adding it to the 68th place in the tiger list. I think I'm not as good as practicing swords and becoming a stunning edge, and I'm willing to give it a chance! Brother Li is interested, so I can continue to challenge forward!"

"Brother Si, you are urging me!" On the other side of the sword controversy, a young man with a slightly dark complexion spoke, "I am not necessarily a match for Brother Li, but it is not my style to escape without fighting. I will pick you up this time!"

The speaker is named Wang Wenqing. Although his appearance is not very tall, he is born with divine power. He is known as a divine general. He practiced the Wuding Mountain Sword Technique and ranked 59th on the Tiger List, which happened to meet Du Xuan's challenge this time.

He was about to go to the stage when a gentle and charming female voice sounded, "Senior Brother Wang, how about giving this to my younger sister? I want to try the sharpness of Junior Brother Li practicing sword to become silk!"

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