The white bones are the body, and the golden patterns are the shadows.

Live in illusion and transform into the mysterious world.

The Phantom Hidden Dragon, which was reborn step by step from the Xuanming Serpent, although it is called a dragon, is actually still a snake.

Each section of the intertwined bones has the spirit of a divine beast roaring and screaming.

When the head collided with the golden-armored warrior transformed by Han Muye, the violent waves aroused tore apart the void.

A star was directly in front of their bodies and was smashed into powder by the surging force.

In the illusory world thousands of miles around, the stars are like jellyfish floating in the sea, turbulent and torn apart.

Han Muye withstood the collision of the bone dragon with each punch and bit it.

Nothing fancy.

When one's cultivation reaches this level of combat power, various rules and powers have already been added to every strike.

Except for a few top-notch magical methods and top-notch treasure blessings, other methods have very little increase in combat power.

"boom--"

Han Muye punched down the golden-armored warrior and took half a step back.

It's not that I'm being pushed back, but that I'm adjusting a little bit.

He's just an evil dragon, how can he compete with the Dragon Crocodile, which is known for its peak strength?

Sure enough, when he took a step back and the energy and blood in his body surged again, the body of the bone dragon opposite him shook and slowly dissipated.

The dissipated bone dragon transformed into a stern young man wearing a black robe and standing eight feet tall.

The young man held a bone sword in his hand. The bones were white and gleaming with illusory aura.

Han Muye paused and reappeared.

"You're quite interesting." Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Nie Long showed a bit of curiosity on his face.

"The power of Dragon Crocodile dares to be refined, and it still has no backlash. This is also strange."

"I know what you are looking for here."

"If you can perform ten moves under my bone sword, I will give you a chance."

The long sword of white bones vibrated slightly, and sword intent surged from the sword's edge.

The sound of the sword's roar was filled with dragon's roar, and the layers of dragon shadows on the sword's edge intertwined with the phantoms of mythical beasts.

This sword is actually made from the spine of a divine beast.

But at this time, Han Muye's focus was not on the material of the sword, but on the sharp kendo artistic conception on the sword.

In addition to his own swordsmanship inheritance and the swordsmanship of Lu Yue Sword God, the sword intent of this evil dragon turned out to be the strongest.

What made him curious was that a prehistoric overlord who was famous for his divine soul illusion had such strength in swordsmanship.

"Swordsmanship." Han Muye whispered.

Nielong seemed to feel a little proud of shocking Han Muye, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I see that one of the people you are traveling with is good at swordsmanship. I guess you are no stranger to swordsmanship." The white bone long sword pointed forward, and the golden divine patterns on the sword lit up.

"I hope your strength won't make me regret using my sword."

As the words fell, the divine light on Nielong's body stirred up, and his strength was poured into the long sword, and the sword's intention was directly stimulated.

Thousands of monstrous white-bone dragons emerged from the sword, turning into a roaring torrent and crashing towards Han Muye.

This time, there is no grand scene like before where the stars were shattered with just a raise of hands and feet, but every shadow of the bone dragon is a rule condensed by the artistic conception of a sword.

With these thousands of rules, it is enough to smash the universe filled with countless stars, not to mention smashing the stars.

A prehistoric overlord used invincible swordsmanship to show off the world's top combat power.

Han Muye knew that the Sword God Lu Yue, who used the power of swordsmanship to smash the galaxy, was such a strong man.

Of course, there is still a big gap between the sword in front of him and the swordsmanship of Lu Yue Sword God.

Because in Han Muye's view, this evil dragon's swordsmanship was really not that good.

If it weren't for the fact that he was an evil dragon, an overlord from the prehistoric era, he wouldn't even bother to compete with him.

"Zheng——"

The sword edge vibrated, and a green sword light appeared.

When the sword light appeared, Nielong's eyes froze, and there was a hint of astonishment on his face.

Opposite Han Muye also held a sword tightly in his hand, and then swung it out gently.

The sword light is not bright.

But this was not a bright sword light, but it actually had the power to make his soul feel a little shaken.

This kind of power is the suppression in the way of swordsmanship.

Han Muye's swordsmanship is actually higher than that of Nielong!

How can this be!

The clear sword edge flashed, and every time it moved forward, it caused the power of the void to gather.

After the sword's edge flashed ten times, the world ahead was only clear.

The sky and the earth are green.

Everything becomes a shadow.

This is a true sword intention that cuts into pieces the power of heaven and earth and the rules of the void!

"Buzz——"

The clear sword light collided with the sword intent cut by the Bone Sword, and all the power between heaven and earth seemed to melt away in an instant.

A flash of sword light washed away the clouds and dust.

All the strength of the bones dissipated and returned to dust and smoke.

"Zheng——"

The clear sword light returned to heaven and earth.

But in the next moment, Nie Long suddenly changed his color.

Suddenly a clear sword flashed in the void in front of him and stabbed directly into his chest.

The sword light penetrated his robe and touched his chest, and the coldness it revealed seemed to pierce his heart.

Even though his body had already been condensed to the extreme, he still felt a twinge of pain before this sword light.

How long has it been since you felt this way?

Nie Long raised his head, with a trace of confusion on his face.

"There are really not many people in this world who dare to draw a sword against me." There was a hint of melancholy in Han Muye's voice.

It's so cold at high places, no one is worthy of drawing a sword by oneself, and no one is qualified to draw a sword against oneself.

lonely.

Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Nie Long had the urge to step forward and tear him apart.

Shouldn't this expression belong to you?

"kill--"

An unspeakable anger surged up, the evil dragon roared wildly, and thrust out the sword in his hand again.

This time he did not activate the sword intention, but the sword intention was poured into the sword body. He followed the sword and appeared directly behind Han Muye.

Close combat.

This is the reason why he makes such a choice because he is extremely confident in his own swordsmanship.

With their level of power, they should have taken action across thousands of worlds, but at this time, facing each other up close and personal was far more dangerous than fighting in the air.

"Zheng——"

When Nielong stabbed Han Muye's vest with his sword, a sword light blocked the sword.

"I'm curious as to what experience made you so confident in your swordsmanship." Han Muye whispered, and the sword light in his hand suddenly flickered.

The sword light climbed onto the bone-white sword, and then with a pull, the long sword in Nie Long's hand was pulled away.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and a faint spiritual power was poured into it.

He seldom contemplates the memory of objects with owners.

But at this time, he was really curious. Nielong's swordsmanship was very good, but he was really not good enough to face him head-on.

Not even good enough to be so confident.

Who gave him the courage?
To be continued...