The dragon's head turned again, touching the sea surface and raising a tsunami.

"town!"

There was a peak of Zhenxuan, who suddenly took action, with the force of a mountain, and smashed the real dragon into the sea.

There was also the peak of Zhenxuan, the sword slashed at him, and his scales collapsed and flew away.

There is also a long rope crossing the sky, pointing directly at the real dragon.

The old man who cast the long rope was apparently the ancestor of the Senluo Sect of the Qianyuan Blessed Land, one of the thirty-six blessed lands in the Eastern Continent, and had participated in the dragon-slaying battle hundreds of years ago.

"In order to capture the real dragon, I spent two hundred years of hard work to refine this dragon-tying rope, and it finally comes in use today!"

The ancestor of the Senluo Sect laughed and stretched out his hand to pull the real dragon over.

But at this moment, a sword light cut off the dragon-tying rope in his hand.

Someone else came to fight for the bundle of dragon ropes.

The real dragon has been tied up, unable to move, and struggling endlessly.

The fight for the dragon rope began to become the center of the war.

The rumbling sound is constant!

In order to seize the real dragon, murderous intent arose!

Everyone thinks very highly of themselves, no one is convinced, and no one wants to give up the real dragon.

The killing here becomes extremely horrific.

The power that permeated the sky made people palpitate to the extreme.

Here, the pillars of each sect and the ancestors of each sect have fallen one after another.

The fall of every powerful person represents the decline of an immortal sect.

But here, the fall of peak Zhenxuan is no longer rare.
Chapter completed!