Chapter 225: Ninth-level wind and thunder!

The Golden-winged Roc is the king of speed among spiritual beasts, and it is the only spiritual beast that dares to eat on the real dragon. In the ancient wilderness, the Golden-winged Roc clan and the True Dragon clan were mortal enemies. Now that the Spirit Sword Sect has conquered the Golden-winged Roc, it is hostile to the Dragon clan in disguise.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the sects looking at the Lingjian Sect changed. The dragon clan is not that easy to mess with. Although there is only one Dragon Emperor in the Dragon Clan, its strength is enough to be comparable to that of the peak sword ancestor. Unless the Lingjian Sect has a saint, it will definitely be difficult to escape.

As if he had noticed the gazes of the sects, Gu Yuanhe snorted coldly, and an invisible gaze of heaven and earth spread out, and he immediately stopped the gazes of the sects.

Jintian Sect.

Zhao Qianye and others were all stunned.

Lie Chitian tilted his head and said to Nie Bi next to him: "Old Nie, I, Lao Lie, did you hear it wrong?"

Nie Bixin looked at Lie Chitian strangely and said, "You heard it right, but this--"

Nie Bixin smiled bitterly, obviously also a little doubted about her ears.

Looking at the boy in front of him, Nie Qingtian's heart was filled with lightning, and his eyes suddenly lit up, but he looked at the boy with some disbelief and said, "Are you Feng Lei?"

Wind and Thunder!

Zhao Qianye was shocked all over, and his eyes immediately turned softer when he looked at the boy, and the sword intent that suppressed him was also retracted.

The two of them withdrew their sword intent, and Luo Xinyu did not hesitate and also withdrew their sword intent that suppressed the young man.

"Are you really Feng Lei?" Zhao Qianye said in a deep voice.

"Yes! Two uncles, when we went to Qingfan Palace, it was wind and thunder that carried you. You wouldn't forget it, right?" the young man said hurriedly when he heard this.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Qianye and Nie Qingtian looked at each other.

"It's Fenglei!"

Behind the three of them, Duan Qingyun looked at Yu Jihua and said in confusion: "Can it be that the Seventh Brother's original line--"

He nodded. Although he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, Yu Jihua still nodded: "I believe in Seventh Brother."

"Okay! It's worthy of being raised by my seventh brother!" Nie Qingtian smiled and immediately helped the young man who was bowing and worshiping, immediately looked at the Dragon Emperor who fell down in the void, and said, "If you have such a good fortune, I believe that the seventh brother knows, I want to be happy for you."

Seventh brother!

This word that is now taboo, which was immediately shocked by Nie Qingtian's mouth.

Could it be that this young dragon king is really-

"Two uncles, I don't know my father--" He glanced at Zhao Qianye and said in confusion.

A slight surprise appeared in his eyes. Zhao Qianye hesitated a little and said in a deep voice: "Your father has been suppressed."

"What!" Feng Lei suddenly took two steps back, then took three steps forward, grabbed Zhao Qianye's arms tightly, his eyes suddenly turned purple and red, and said anxiously, "How could this happen! Who is it? Who suppressed his father! How could his father be suppressed?"

"Wind and Thunder!" At this time, the Dragon Emperor finally spoke. Longquan's eyes were calm and fell on Feng Lei's body. It was like a clear spring, which suddenly wiped out all the demonic obstacles. "Calm your mind and keep your body calm, and calm your heart and condense your energy!"

After taking three breaths, Feng Lei let go of Zhao Qianye's arms and bowed, "Feng Lei is just rude, uncle, don't blame me."

Shaking his head, Zhao Qianye said, "You are a good child. Uncle doesn't blame you. Go back and practice with your clan emperor. In the future, there will be a day when you meet your father."

Without answering, Feng Lei slowly turned around and looked at Long Quan: "Master, you know, right?"

His eyes were as deep as the beautiful well. Longquan did not avoid Feng Lei's eyes and said, "Yes, my teacher knows, but at the beginning, you were at a critical moment, and my teacher didn't want to disturb your state of mind."

His tone gradually calmed down, and Feng Lei said: "How many years have passed."

"It's eighty-years," Longquan continued, "Nine hundred and nineteen years left."

“Where is it?”

"The original Bailing Realm Divine Mountain, Xuantian Sword Domain!"

"Xuantian Sword Domain!" Feng Lei's eyes showed a look of surprise, and then he said in a deep voice, "Why?"

Without an answer, Longquan turned around and looked at Dugu Qiujian. The golden eyes were deep and boundless, like a world where all things in the heavens were induced, and the heavenly way was revolved.

"Time is the same as fate! Brother Dugu, I don't know what Long said is correct."

With the jade light scattered in his eyes, Dugu Qiujian said indifferently: "Brother Long said it very well, but at this time it is also his fate, and it is also a disaster that belongs to him. He cannot escape, because of the way of heaven and the cause and effect."

"Due to the way of heaven, due to cause and effect?" Feng Lei murmured, and a huge and boundless majesty suddenly emerged from his body. In an instant, the sky thunder exploded, the sky wind blew, and the majesty suppressed the void, and the momentum of heaven and earth almost reached its peak. Every master of Sword Soul present felt a powerful majesty suppressed the mind. At the same time, a strange wave brought everyone a strange feeling of reincarnation forever.

Looking coldly above the nine heavens, then falling on Dugu Qiujian, Feng Lei shouted in a deep voice: "For the way of heaven, it will break the way of heaven, and because of cause and effect, it will kill the cause and effect!"

"Random!" Dugu Qiujian frowned, and an invisible powerful force overflowed, silently.

"Brother Dugu, why bother with the younger generation?" He stepped lightly, and no one saw Longquan's movements clearly, so he had already arrived at Feng Lei. In front of Feng Lei, there was a small tornado that rolled up several feet of tender grass.

After his expression changed, Dugu Qiujian said: "Brother Long is too willing to let his juniors go. Such disobedience is really a great rebellion. The Dragon Emperor has the laws of heaven. Has this little awe disappeared?"

"The Law of Heaven?" Long Quan shook his head, and immediately became cold indifferent. "The Law of Heaven is the fate of my dragon clan. It is not inherited because of awe. It is not the turn of Brother Dugu to do things. If Brother Dugu is interested, you might as well ask Lord Sword God to come out and talk. Speaking of which, Long also misses Lord Sword God very much."

The previous harmony finally turned into boundless solemnity. Above the nine heavens, the ten thousand-foot-foot-foot-like God of Vows buzzed, like the one that governs the sky, and would be suppressed at any time.

A faint sword roared for no reason from Dugu Qiujian. Amid the sword roars, the masters of the sects were shocked to find that their minds were suppressed at the same time, and the Dantian Sword Infant was even more motionless. The destructive sword intent silently suppressed everyone. It seemed that anyone who moved a rashly would cause a disaster.

"Why, I haven't taken action for many years, Brother Dugu wants to have a chance to compete with Long?" Long Quan's eyes were calm, and he looked at Dugu Qiujian in front of him, and there seemed to be no intention of taking action.

After a long time, the sword intent on Dugu Qiujian slowly calmed down. He took a deep breath and Dugu Qiujian sighed: "I didn't expect that the Dragon Emperor's state of mind had really reached such a state. Dugu is not ashamed!"

Long Quan shook his head: "Brother Dugu is humble. With this divine cauldron of vows, Brother Dugu's cultivation level is probably already at the level of the Second Tribulation Sword Ancestor."

"The Sword Ancestor of the Second Tribulation? It's not easy to talk about. If it were so easy, I wouldn't be here either. However, the Dragon Emperor has already reached the peak of the tenth level. Even if he is a saint, it's probably not easy to win the Dragon Emperor."

"How about the saints, how about the tenth level?" Long Quan asked back.

"How about the saint? How about the tenth level?" Dugu Qiujian murmured, and immediately a warm jade light appeared in his eyes. "How about the saint? How about the tenth level? The Dragon Emperor has really walked to Dugu, and Dugu is ashamed of himself! He gave up the previous incident."

The masters of the sects were solemn. From the words of the two, they could hear the endless mystery, but if they wanted to understand this mystery, it was like a cloud and a fog.

Is it related to the repeated repetition of the world?

All the masters of all sects were shocked. If that was the case, then with their cultivation, what would they do then?

What about the saints? What about the tenth level? So what about the underneath?

What kind of secrets does the world have to be repeated? What kind of secrets do you need to get through? In addition to the five purple emperor-level sects, all the swordsmen of all sects reveal their confusion and confusion.

Even Ling Xiao and the other two had a heavy expression and seemed to be unwilling to recall anything.

Jin Tianzong, Luo Xinyu frowned slightly, but thought of something, but immediately revealed his confusion and confusion, as if he had suddenly forgotten something.

"Master, who did it?" Feng Lei spoke after a while.

A little surprise appeared on his face, and Long Quan said, "You want to do it?"

As soon as Long Quan opened his mouth, Ling Xiao and others' expressions suddenly looked a little ugly. They knew that the one who suppressed Lu Qing was the peerless sword ancestor of their sect. If Feng Lei wanted to take action, they would not believe that the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan would stand by and watch.

With such an existence equivalent to the peak sword ancestor, except for the five purple emperor-level sects, no sect dares to speak nonsense to block it.

Looking at Longquan calmly, the purple-white "color" light in Feng Lei's eyes became more and more vigorous.

"I want to do it myself!"

What a big tone!

Even Dugu Qiujian had such an idea in his mind at this moment. Although the ninth-level Dragon King had completely stabilized his cultivation and even reached the late stage, he could at most be comparable to the peak sword master or surpass him. However, if he wanted to suppress the sword ancestor, it would be impossible to say anything, let alone the fourteen sword ancestors, but in fact, there were fifteen people who took action.

"You want to do it yourself?" Long Quan frowned slightly, "You really want to do this?"

His eyes seemed to have looked through the endless void and reached the place where the thoughts were clear. Feng Lei nodded quietly.
Chapter completed!