C37 The Violet Gold Dragoncarving Sword

Violet-Platinum Dragoncarving Sword.

With a loud bang, Mu Xuan's sword light collided with the fist, and the fist shattered into pieces. Zhuang Wenlong's folding fan shook, and his arm trembled slightly. Mu Xuan was forced three steps back by the backlash, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't wait for Zhuang Wenlong to speak. With a thought, three stone cauldrons smashed towards him. Then, three more stone cauldrons followed. He hurriedly got up and waved his hand, striking out another Long River Sunset. The water dragon roared, and each sword light carried Mu Xuan's anger as it rushed towards him. At the same time, nine wooden swords appeared from within the lightning ring, hovering in the air. They rotated slightly, and swallowed and spat out sword beams. Mu Xuan quickly turned around, bringing with him a gust of wind. Then, the nine wooden swords pointed towards the sky. He drew upon the power of heaven and earth, and then suddenly chopped down. Nine monstrous waterfalls formed by the nine wooden swords appeared, and a heaven-shaking roar exploded. Behind each wooden sword were tens of millions of sword beams that looked like water dragons. In an instant, they slashed towards Zhuang Wenlong.

Zhuang Wenlong's pupils immediately shrank. It was his father's magic treasure again?

He was so angry that his whole body trembled. He pointed to the left and right with both hands and knocked down three stone cauldrons. Three more stone cauldrons, and three more stone cauldrons. The Mystic Iron Fan suddenly fanned out three times, and gusts of wind formed a massive vortex. It quickly spun towards the tens of thousands of sword lights in front of him. The Long River Sunset Water Dragon Sword Light from before roared and tore apart the vortex, and the sword lights were torn apart inch by inch. After that, the nine wooden swords and Water Dragon Sword Light arrived behind him and joined the fight.

Boom! A loud sound was heard. The vortex was destroyed, and the sword light was dispersed.

Zhuang Wenlong was just about to laugh when suddenly, all the stone cauldrons in front of him and behind him smashed towards him. Then, he saw many ordinary flying swords rushing towards him from Mu Xuan's side. They exploded on their own when they were only one meter away from Zhuang Wenlong. Zhuang Wenlong did not have time to think. He was too close to Zhuang Wenlong, so he hurriedly waved his hand. However, he was still hit by a stone cauldron. At the same time, a flying sword that exploded on its own splashed onto his white robe. A small hole was instantly created in the white robe.

"You really do have some ability!" Zhuang Wenlong looked at the small hole in the white robe and was so angry that his whole body trembled. He lifted his left foot and stomped on the ground. Waves of pressure instantly rushed over.

At the same time, his right folding fan suddenly fanned out three times in a row, forming three heavy punches. Then he suddenly threw out the folding fan. There were a total of nine frames on the folding fan. The nine brackets instantly turned into nine sharp blades, which whistled through the air and tore through the air. He rushed towards Mu Xuan.

Mu Xuan hurriedly circulated his third seal psychokinesis, and the three stone cauldrons rushed towards him from afar, landing thirty feet in front of him. Another three stone cauldrons fell. At the same time, with another thought, the thunder-fire electric knife appeared. Mu Xuan instantly bent his body into an ancient giant bow, and his mind became ethereal. It was as if the heavens and earth were connected, and at the same time, he seemed to have sensed the calling of the thunder-fire electric knife at this critical moment. In an instant, twenty-three dragon scales condensed into the thunder-fire electric knife, and nine wooden swords followed. The tip of the blade. The Long River Sunset pointed at the sky, and in the next moment, it suddenly slashed at the six huge stone cauldrons in front of them.

A sound of muffled thunder shook the sky. A bolt of lightning instantly struck the stone cauldron and collided with the three heavy punches. With a flash of lightning, the stone cauldron shattered and exploded. It was hard to tell if it was the heavy fist or the lightning that shattered the stone cauldron. After that, the thunder-fire electric knife carried the aura of 23 dragon scales. Together with the wooden sword, the lightning ran and the lightning flashed. It actually formed a sharp net of lightning between the lightning blades and the wooden sword. Ten majestic Water Dragon Sword Light roared and rushed towards the nine monstrous blades formed by the black iron folding fan.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Water Dragon Sword Light shattered, and the blades rolled backwards. Cracks began to appear on the folding fan.

Mu Xuan's telekinesis was blocked by layers, but the rebound was weakened by quite a bit. This time, he did not retreat and cough up blood again. Instead, Zhuang Wenlong's left hand, which had been rebounded by the rebound, became numb once again, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Zhuang Wenlong's eyes were like a poisonous snake's. "This Mu Xuan is indeed a formidable opponent. He has so many techniques at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. The blade of the lightning was indeed a good thing. This was the treasure? Humph! If I don't show you the true power of the tenth level of Qi Condensation, you will think that you can really fight on a higher level!"

Zhuang Wenlong roared. He opened his mouth and spat out a purple-gold dragon carving sword. It appeared in front of him in a flash, glowing with a golden light.

In an instant, the entire bunker became golden. Mu Xuan's eyes narrowed. What kind of sword was this?

He saw that Zhuang Wenlong was reciting something. The purple-gold dragon sword flashed with a golden light and instantly doubled in size. With a flash, it rushed towards Mu Xuan. A long shadow of a dragon appeared in the air. It was a beautiful sight.

However, Mu Xuan didn't think it was pretty. His heart was beating wildly, and the sense of danger he felt was even greater. This purple-gold dragon carving sword should be Zhuang Wenlong's true magic treasure. The black iron folding fan just now was just a test of water. The dragon carving sword arrived in an instant, and a tremendous pressure swept over like a wild gale. Golden light shone from the sword, and it whistled through the air. It was dozens of times stronger than the previous sword.

Mu Xuan's mind immediately moved. With the Demon Resisting Whip in his hand, he threw it at the sword with all his might. More than a dozen high rank demon beasts appeared and threw them over. At the same time. ... A Green Dragon Demon appeared and blocked the attack. The dragon shadow flashed and landed on the bodies of the beasts. It also landed on the head of the Green Dragon Demon. It cut the high level beasts into two and cut off the tail of the Green Dragon Beast. After that, the power of the sword also landed on Mu Xuan's layers of telekinetic wall curtain. After the spiritual force was completely destroyed, the remaining force slashed onto the black light on Mu Xuan's body. The impact caused Mu Xuan to fall over 30 meters away, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This was the full force attack of Zhuang Wenlong, who was at the tenth level of Qi Condensation. If it weren't for the obstruction of the demon beasts, the telekinesis barrier, and the black light of the black treasure, Mu Xuan would have died today without a doubt.

Mu Xuan lay on the ground. The wood bud crystal meridians in his body were instantly restored, and his internal injuries were constantly recovering.

"En! Only then would it be interesting. Take out your true strength and we will fight again!" Zhuang Wenlong shouted and looked at Mu Xuan, who had already stood up.

The cold light in Mu Xuan's eyes became stronger, and the fighting spirit in his heart rose. The third seal of the spirit power attacked again, and all the stone cauldrons around Zhuang Wenlong rose into the air, spinning continuously in the air.

"Hm? What tricks are you playing now?" Zhuang Wenlong was surprised and excited. Mu Xuan was a spirit reader, so his fighting style was indeed different. It was very beneficial for training people and fighting against enemies.

The thunder-fire electric knife in Mu Xuan's hand flashed and slashed out three blade lights. At the same time, the nine wooden swords that were suspended in the air began to spin crazily. Rushing Thunder Style. Rise! Mu Xuan moved his feet, and the first style of the Wind and Thunder Steps started moving with the wind. His ghostly steps suddenly moved to the left and right. With a leap, an afterimage appeared, and then he swung his left hand. The Demon Resisting Whip rang out, and another Mangu Wildsnake demon appeared. It charged forward together with the Azure Flood Dragon demon. After that, with a thought, the fog flag in the lightning ring flashed. After appearing behind Zhuang Wenlong, a cloud suddenly appeared.