The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Shiva did not expect that Ao Fan's raising his hand was a big move.

Looking up at the divine sword that fell from the sky, the look on Shiva's face instantly became difficult to look.

A ray of light flashed in his eyes, and Shiva raised his hand, a golden light filled it, and quickly spread it on top of his head.

At the same time, the long sword quickly pierced the barrier.

The sage's moves have always been not as simple as they seem, and the barrier was instantly blocked when the divine sword was opened.

It's just that Shiva hadn't come and recovered, he saw that the divine sword only stayed for a moment, and quickly pierced the barrier.

Shiva gave a chuckle, as if he didn't care about the barrier being pierced.

In the next second, I saw several layers of golden light unfolding instantly under the barrier that had just been pierced.

On the rapidly unfolding golden light, different runes were overlapped, and a sacred might spread from above the runes, making the sword used by Ao Fan instantly frustrated.

The unremarkable Excalibur was completely blocked in an instant.

Looking at Ao Fan with a sneer, Shiva said in a cold voice: "Your dragon remnant actually tried to defeat this seat with a divine sword. Is this seat stupid or you stupid?"

His eyes fell on the divine sword, and Shiva's eyes flashed with greed.

"Since you personally came to die, and still carry such a divine sword, then this seat is reluctant to accept it."

As soon as the voice fell, Shiva stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards the excalibur. His light movements seemed to feel that the excalibur must be his own.

Seeing Shiva's greedy appearance, Ao Fan gave a chuckle and said, "I don't know how to live or die."

"what?"

When Ao Fan said this, Shiva's face changed in an instant, frowning and looking at Ao Fan. He really couldn't understand what other methods Ao Fan could do to make it happen.

From beginning to end, he didn't notice Ao Fan's cultivation base. After all, for such a young person, able to use such a divine sword and operate so ordinary, presumably his cultivation base is not high.

It's just that when Ao Fan said this, Shiva was naturally a little puzzled.

Is it possible that this young man has no other means?

At the moment when he was stunned, a dragon's might gradually spread over Ao Fan's body.

Shiva only felt a little, and his face changed instantly, his expression full of horror.

"This is... Shengwei!?"

At this time, Shiva looked at Ao Fan as if he had seen a ghost, and took a step back suddenly, shaking his head constantly watching Ao Fan who had changed.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Where is the saint of the Dragon Race!?"

Shiva knows very well that the dragons in this southern mandolin are quite weak, even Luo Xuan can become the ceiling of the dragons a hundred years ago.

But even so, Luo Xuan is just the cultivation base of Hunyuan Jinxian, where is the saint?

Compared with the one in front of him, Luo Xuan is still short of a quasi-sage!

Seeing the phantom that gradually emerged from Ao Fan's back, Shiva's body trembled suddenly, then his eyes fell on the divine sword, as if thinking of something, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his expression instantly changed.

"You, you are..."

"Presumably you have guessed it, this seat is Dragon Emperor Ao Fan."

As soon as the voice fell, Shiva's face instantly turned pale, staring at Ao Fan in a daze, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"How did you get in!?"

Nanmantuozhou is now closed to the sky, this Ao Fan should not be able to enter, even if he forces in, I am afraid that Tiandao will react, but now they have not heard anything.

What's more, there is no damage to the current Fengtian formation, that is to say, Ao Fan entered before Fengtian! ?

Thinking of this, Shiva felt that he could not waste time here, and it was better to leave as soon as possible.

Seeing Shiva's retreat, Ao Fan chuckled, and with a single wave of his hand, he saw the divine sword in the sky suddenly expand, forming countless clones to seal Shiva's retreat.

"Want to leave? Have you asked me?"

Shiva's eyes were full of horror, and after a few steps back, his face finally became difficult to look.

"Ao Fan! You want the fish to die and the net can't be broken?" Shiva yelled in a stubborn stubborn bite, but the movement of his feet still took a few steps back.

Looking at Shiva with a sneer, Ao Fan shook his head and said, "The fish is dead and the net is broken? You deserve it?"

"You are here in your true form, and I can also kill you."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the divine sword suspended in the sky fell quickly, and then I saw the light flashing on the divine sword, and instantly strangling the barrier in front of him.

Longwei surged and stabled towards Shiva.

A hint of resentment flashed in Shiva's eyes, and he was still unwilling to sit and wait for death. A golden light surged from his body, and a string of beads appeared in his hand.

The bead just appeared in the hand, it was full of sunshine, and the divine sword that pierced over also instantly slowed down. ,

I saw that the light on the string of beads instantly became indeterminate, and it was obviously difficult to resist the divine sword.

Shiva didn't dare to neglect, finger volleyed the bracelet, and saw that the bracelet spread out instantly, and then slammed at the divine sword and surrounded the divine sword.

A hint of joy flashed across his face, and then he saw that Shiva manipulated the bracelet to restrain the divine sword.

Ao Fan sneered, and with a flick of his finger, a large number of sword lights burst out from the divine sword.

Shiva, who was about to approach, suddenly stagnated, and watched as his innate magic weapon was torn apart in an instant.

Before Shiva had time to retrieve the magic weapon, he saw the dozens of beads being easily twisted into powder in the sword light.

At the moment Shiva was stunned, a cold light came on, and Shiva's body instantly stiffened, and his face was incredibly looking towards his left hand.

I saw that cold light flashed by, and instantly tore his arm.

Looking at the broken arm, Shiva's face instantly turned pale, and at this time, not only Shiva's face changed, but Luo Xuan's and others also changed.

The body of the saint is indestructible, even the clone.

That person has seen that the arm of a saint can be cut off so easily?

They just didn't even see the saint scratching a scar, let alone the sight in front of them?

A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, and Luo Xuan's thoughts suddenly returned to the celestial battle a hundred years ago.

In front of the real heavens and gods, with a single blow of the dragon's strength, Shiva didn't hurt, only the vestment he was wearing was cut off.

Now the Dragon Emperor just turned off one of Shiva's arms just by seeing him.

For a while, Luo Xuan knew the true strength he should have as a dragon, and this was his goal.

At this time, Shiva, who had recovered, finally felt the endless fear, and began to roar crazily, with golden light surging from his body, as if he was mad.

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