roar!

As his body trembled, two bloody giant dragons condensed out.

Everyone looked up. The two dragons were so big and towering like mountains. Even though they were still far apart, they all felt depressed. They were blood evil spirits that Zi Jue had been cultivating for many years. They were terrifying.

"kill."

The old Taoist Zi Jue shouted violently and pointed at Zhao Yun from afar.

Under the command, two bloody giant dragons roared from the left and right. Although they were dead creatures, they were very dishonest. One dragon's eyes shot out thunder and lightning, and the other dragon's mouth sprayed flames. The thunder and lightning were aimed at the martial soul, and the flames were aimed at the physical body.

A double attack with Po.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun carries Long Yuan in his hand and imbues him with immortal power.

He also pointed his sword far away and cast the Sword Flying Immortal.

The sound of sword chants resounded, and streaks of golden sword energy slashed towards the two dragons.

Pound! Bang!

The sonorous sound that followed made him frown slightly.

The unrivaled Sword Flying Immortal was unable to break through the defenses of the two dragons. The sword energy slashed at the dragon's body, like splitting iron and stone, only wiping out a handful of fire. To an outsider, it looked like it was scratching an itch.

"That's the Purple Blood Evil, normal attacks are ineffective."

Ghost-faced Yama, who was also watching the battle, reminded him.

Needless to say, Zhao Yun also saw the clues. It was not that he had never seen a blood demon before, but this was the first time he saw a Tianwu-level blood demon. Looking at the defenses of these two dragons, they were really strong and difficult to be strong.

Zheng!

The blood dragon's thunder and lightning have arrived, and so have the raging flames.

Zhao Yun was unable to avoid it and was hit by a bolt of lightning. His martial soul was struck with a scar. The flames that followed were also unpredictable. A lot of his true essence and immortal power were destroyed, and his physical body felt as if it had been tempered.

Without thinking much, he flew away and fled.

However, one moment he had just raised his feet, and the next moment he felt the force of restraint.

It was Zi Jue Lao Dao who used the method of confinement and forcibly restrained him.

This restraint does not matter, a huge blood evil dragon has a big mouth and swallows him into its belly. Through the virtual dragon body, the scene inside can be seen, the blood evil dragon is rolling, lightning and thunder are heard.

Obviously, Zi Jue Lao Tao used blood evil to refine him.

"You're kneeling now?" When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Zi Jue Lao Dao's blood evil is so powerful that anyone who suffers under Tianwu will die." The elder said, with a look of fear in his eyes. He knew Zi Jue Lao Tao's blood evil and was aware of the horror of his blood evil.

However, what he said was a bit full.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Zhao rushed out, swung his sword to forcefully cut out a large hole, jumped out, soared up into the air, condensed his sword with the power of his blood, and beheaded the first blood evil dragon.

The second dragon was not much better and was destroyed by his punch.

Seeing this scene, too many seniors let out dry coughs, how the hell did that guy get killed?

Uh...!

Zi Jue Lao Dao groaned and took a step back.

The world was shocked, and he was equally shocked. It was a blood evil that was sacrificed, but it was broken so easily. Since it was a blood evil, it was naturally connected to his own body, and the dragon was destroyed and suffered a backlash.

"Daluo Tianshou."

Zhao Yun shouted violently and struck down from the sky with a palm.

His power is as domineering as ever, as heavy as a mountain.

The old Taoist Zi Jue snorted coldly, condensed his sword energy with blood evil, and split Ling Tian's big hand with one sword.

Uh...!

This time, Zhao Yun groaned and staggered from the shock.

Before he could stand still, he saw an illusory exquisite tower descending from the sky and covering him inside. There was also a universe inside the tower, blood demons were flying, and wisps of lightning were flying like snakes.

All these can really hurt him. The blood evil broke through his body-protecting essence, and wisps of lightning split blood gouges on his body. Moreover, the scars are extremely difficult to recover.

Refining!

The old Taoist Zi Jue scolded lightly and made secrets with one hand.

The Linglong Tower shuddered, and in addition to thunder, lightning and blood evil, there was also a blazing fire.

Zhao Yun stumbled, and his immortal power was extinguished by the flames.

The flawless Tianwu is indeed unimpeachable, and the secret method is superb.

However, he was not a vegetarian, so he casually picked up the stone piano.

But with a bang, he smashed a big hole in the heavy Linglong Tower.

"What a domineering Shi Qin."

"I counted it with my fingers and found that it is a thing from the Immortal Family."

"Heroes think alike."

It was the seniors again, staring at Zhao Yun's Shi Qin with shining eyes.

They all have extremely high vision and know that Shiqin is extraordinary, otherwise they would not be able to break open the Linglong Tower.

"Good on you Ji Hen."

Zi Jue's face turned ferocious.

It’s so fucking weird. How can there be so many strange objects in a quasi-heaven realm? Just like the stone piano, it’s not an ordinary weapon. If you look at the aura on it, you’ll know it’s not an ordinary fairy thing.

.

boom!

Zhao Yun jumped out of Linglong Tower and defeated Linglong with one palm.

Zi Jue's muffled groan was heard immediately, and he received another blow.

Zheng...!

Before I could stand firm, I heard the sound of the piano.

Since Zhao Yun plays the harp and the stone harp has been brought out, how can he not play a piece of music?

After many days, the sad and desolate Wushuang song sounded again. He was playing the piano without exerting any force. Whenever he played this song, he was extremely sad. As much as his heart ached, the piano music was as domineering as it was. The invisible attack made me feel sad.

Just like the rolling sea, there were sudden and shocking waves.

"A piece of piano music also wants to hurt me?"

When the old Taoist Zi Jue heard this, he was filled with contempt.

His words were combined with the secret technique of sound waves to break through the sound of Wushuang Qin.

However, when he really faced Wushuang Qu, he realized the strangeness of this music. His secret method of sound waves broke the meaning of the music, but could not break it. Even his Tianwu-level body-protecting essence was split by the meaning of the music.

The ravine injured the physical body, but also severely damaged the martial soul, causing the whole person to fly out.

"this...."

The onlookers were collectively shocked when they saw this.

Everyone knows that the Holy Son of Tianzong has a lot of research on music and composes his own music. Once he played a Wushuang song, which made many people cry. But now, after listening to it, his music is not only sad, but also very domineering.

In the Tianwu realm! They were all forcibly chopped down.

What kind of state of mind does one have to be able to play such a musical meaning?

Subconsciously, many people touched the corners of their eyes, which were moist. The music was so magical that it could make people cry. Those who were so mesmerized by the music did not even realize that there were tears in the corners of their eyes.

"I'm so old, why do I still remember the past?" Ghost-faced Yama murmured, and he touched the corners of his eyes subconsciously, listening to the music, feeling in a trance, and couldn't help but recall the past.

Just like the sect leader, he hates being a killer.

However, he became a killer.

If there is peace and tranquility, who would want to be homeless? The memories of his childhood were bloody and sad music, and the images buried deep in his soul were replayed in his mind.

Who says assassins are just killing tools.

They also have love and tears, and a story of blood.

"What a frost-free song."

The old Taoist Zi Jue was so firm that every time he fell, he would step on the waves.

The contempt in his eyes has been drowned by anger, and there is still a touch of shock hidden in the anger. A small piece of music can have such huge power, and the invisible attack can even hurt his martial soul.

Without thinking much, he took out a long flute.

It seems that he is also quite proficient in music and a master of music. The sound of the flute is ancient and distant, and it also has a terrible magical power, which can actually withstand Zhao Yun's Wushuang song.
To be continued...