Sword cultivator pays attention to breaking all kinds of methods with one sword.

Don't get me wrong, this means that the sword cultivator can only take the sword and chop it up, nor does it mean that he can't do anything except a sword.

Five elements spells, art of avoiding disasters, stimulating potential, art of engraving Yang... Every sword cultivator who can reach the soul is a master of this.

If you don’t understand, how to crack it?

Qimen Dunjia, the texture of heaven and earth, the array of arithmetic, the prediction of the fortune-telling...

These are likely not...

Fortunately, Zhao Yang is not a pure sword cultivator, and his mastery is the Pure Yang Way!

On the Songjiang River, huge cranes sank huge wooden piles with diameters of one meter and lengths of more than ten meters to the bottom of the water.

More than a dozen peach woods, with sharp inverted hooks hanging on the sandalwood, and various demon-subduing truths were carved on them, and they were refined into simple dragon-subduing stakes.

Under the huge force of the machine, according to the formation node, they penetrated into the bottom of the water in turn!

A large number of marble-sized jades arranged from the shore and above the red silk. Looking at it, you can see a huge green dragon with a length of nearly a hundred meters wandering on the red silk...

This is the formation! Taiqing Qingyang Dragon Subduing Formation!

Based on the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, with blood-dyeing silk as the base, with the power of spiritual stone and jade as the source, and with the practitioner as the center...

However, it is not soft, there is no spiritual wood, no jade, and a monk... Is it a stale sword cultivator?

With the roar, Zhao Yang, who was standing on the red silk, looked at the virtual dragon shape above his head and flashed away, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Fortunately, it's not a real dragon that I'm dealing with..."

Obviously, in terms of description, if the Taiqing Qingyang Dragon Subduing Formation can exert 10,000 combat power, then this simple version can only exert more than a dozen.

If you cannot ascend from the divine tree, you cannot attract heavenly thunder.

There is only one rack to trap dragons, and someone needs to preside over the formation center and provide spiritual power.

It's totally a scumbag...but it's enough!

With a wave of the golden sword in his hand, a small bloody mouth appeared at the top of his five fingers.

In the center of the red silk, the sword seal between Zhao Yang's eyebrows flashed.

"Daoyang, Shangyang, Yuyang, and the three yangs are united.

Wood spirit, art spirit, sword spirit, and the foundation of the birth spirit.

I used my sword to cut Xuanming, and I used my body to lead Xuanhuang's opportunity.

Please bless the ancestors of all heavens and bless me to kill the dragon and the bottom of Songjiang!"

The formation poem said that the jade on the red silk is covered with green light.

The sword seal flashed, and there seemed to be a voice in the dark response.

In an instant, the long sword in Zhao Yang's hand ignited a blue flame.

It is possible that Qingyan, a twelfth century, burned?

"Brother Zhao!"

Next to the red silk, when he saw the golden sword in Zhao Yang's hand igniting fire, a flash of excitement flashed across Lin Yu's face.

An excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Yang's eyes were also shiny.

"Please help me protect the formation, let's see if I kill this stone dragon to sacrifice to Songjiang!"

This is the taste of power.

Although there is only a little bit of true energy and the illusory power supported by the formation, for Zhao Yang, who has not felt the power for too long, this makes him feel more real than anything!

"I'm still alive..."

thump.

With the golden sword in the way, Zhao Yang directly pierced the river.

The green flames all over his body protect him, separating the river water for him.

The long sword in his hand is used as a guide, and the blood is stained with the north shore and the dragon is killed!

Only Lin Yu stood by the river, staring at the diving suit in his hand in a daze.

"That dragon is at the bottom of the water thousands of meters..."

"Young Master..."

A hint of embarrassment floated on Lin Ze's face and said, "Do you need my help to call an ambulance..."

Need?

After looking at Lin Ze, Lin Yu was also unsure.

He had already made plans. If Zhao Yang didn't come out in ten minutes, he would have to go down and help catch people in person.

Compared with a fellow Taoist, nothing exists in immortals...

The waiting is long, a few minutes, and it is particularly long to be stretched while waiting.

The pointer on the watch moved minute by minute, Lin Yu's eyebrows were beating, his eyes were looking straight at the river, paying attention to Zhao Yang's every move.

"It's time to start!"

After Lin Yu finished speaking, the river suddenly felt a moment.

A real sound of shattering sounded in the ears of everyone on the shore.

"Young Master Cousin?"

"Help me protect the Dharma!"

The heat was rising all over Lin Yu, and a slight green light flashed on the other golden sword in his hand.

Walking quickly to the center of the red silk, Lin Yu held the golden sword in his hand and directly cut a hole in his palm.

Blood flowed out, drop by drop onto the red silk.

Several Lin family members were guarding the Red Silk, their eyes staring at the turbulent river.

boom!!!

On the surface of the river, large water columns soared into the sky, and the blood-colored river water spewed out of nearly ten meters in the horizontal plane!

"hold head high!!!"

The sound of a cow is like a cow but not a cow is resounding, and Lin Yu's eyebrow is floating, visible to the naked eye, and red lights merge into the red silk from his palms.

The blood of the monk.

Taoist priest's formation text.

With the blessing of the formation, the red silk automatically heard the wind, and bronze inscriptions on it began to burn, and they emitting green light kept flying from the red silk and floating into the water.

This is the rune power triggered by the true qi in Lin Yu's body.

The formation finally started!

In Lin Yu's eyes, a black shadow flashed at the bottom of the river, and a black shadow more than ten meters long rolled in the river water, as if he wanted to break free from the seal that bound it.

It can't do it!

I saw a golden sword shining with dazzling green light piercing from his pupils and penetrated his brain stem!

There were thousands of golden runes wandering around the dragon. As long as there was a slight touch, more bronze inscriptions would rush over and tear a hole in the dragon's body!

"Success!"

A large amount of blood was lost, Lin Yu's face was a little pale, his eyes were still scanning Zhao Yang's figure at the bottom of the river, watching Zhao Yang standing against him less than ten meters in front of the dragon.

"Master Chou, do you want to stop the bleeding first?"

Listening to Lin Yu's example, Lin Ze suggested on the side.

Lin Yu did not move, shook his head slightly and said, "Let's talk about it when Brother Zhao comes ashore, some trauma will be fine."

At the same time, Lin Yu also sighed silently in his heart.

"After all, it's a mortal..."

The dragon is now bound, and the Daowen introduction is his blood and magic power. If Lin Yu stops supplying the magic array and loses the source of power, the formation will not be broken in one or three moments.

How could Lin Yu be such a person?

Two more minutes passed, and the turbulence on the river began to calm down.

The dragon at the bottom of the river was already lying on the ground, and countless Taoist scripts were attached to its surface, trapping it firmly.

Zhao Yang had already pulled out the golden sword and stabbed the dragon in his other eye.

Not a thorn.

But dig.

A fist-sized eyeball was dug out from the sockets of Jiaolong!

"This is Jiaozhu...be careful!"

Seeing Zhao Yang dig out the dragon's eyeballs, before Lin Yu was surprised, the dragon suddenly raised its head and bit Zhao Yang!

Have you bitten?

Underwater.

Zhao Yang looked at the blind dragon snake in front of him, and stretched forward the golden sword in his hand.

"The brain marrow has been burned clean. If I move again, I will cut the weeds and remove the root."

As soon as the words came, the upright dragon fell to the ground!

The golden divine patterns on its surface were separated from its body and coiled around the golden sword in Zhao Yang's hand.

"Is that right?" Zhao Yang's eyes were slightly cumbersome, and he stared at the corpse of the dragon that had begun to escape from the petrification for a while, and finally spoke again:
Chapter completed!