Chapter 47 Dark Fragrant Sword Zuo Shanmei

The Longtu Dynasty and the Yunlong Dynasty have one thing in common, that is, they are dominated by dragons. Whether it is practice or martial arts, they must be linked to dragons.

Among the top-level martial arts of the Longtu Dynasty, they are often crowned with the word "Tianlong".

As the master of the young mansion, Long Shaojun has the direct bloodline of the Longtu royal family, and what he cultivates is naturally the inheritance martial arts of the Longtu royal family.

The heaven-level martial arts inherited from the Longtu Dynasty are collectively referred to as Tianlong Wudao, covering seven types of fists, palms, fingers, legs, swords, and swords. This Long Shaojun is extremely talented, majoring in Tianlong claw, and minoring in boxing palm and fingering. In fact, there are some reservations about the law and fingering, but now the claw method is displayed, which means that he has put out his full strength.

Tianlong explores the claw!

This claw quickly enlarged in the air, golden light, directly spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and the wind became even bigger than a person, grabbing Chen Zong in the air.

Chen Zong immediately gave birth to a feeling of being unable to resist, unable to struggle and unable to dodge, as if he could only stand in place and let the opponent grab it with one claws. This feeling is the secret of Tianlong's claws.

Chen Zong can't be slaughtered.

The real power is surging, the will is rushing into the sky, the double swords are shot out of the sky, and the two bright sword lights tear the sky apart.

The sword light shattered, the golden dragon claws fell, and the terrifying force impacted, and Chen Zong flew out, only to feel that the whole person's muscles, bones and muscles were weakened by the impact of the domineering force, and he fell to the ground.

The dust was flying, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Chen Zong looked pale, his internal organs were displaced and damaged, his bones and muscles were torn, and he was seriously injured.

Fortunately, he has practiced the second level of the Xuanyu Golden Bone Art. Otherwise, if he just relies on the first level, this blow will probably kill him.

"It's not even dead yet." Long Shaojun was very surprised. The claw just now took out his seven-success power. Even an ordinary seventh-level true martial artist would surely die, even if the opponent had a fake spiritual weapon to defend him. Resist it.

This made Long Shaojun even more fearful in his heart. He didn't know that Chen Zong had a superb body training, and he practiced the second-level Xuanyu Golden Bone Art. Under the prompting, his defense power was greatly increased, and his life-saving ability was stronger.

However, there are limits. If Long Shaojun's claws were ten successful, Chen Zong would not be able to handle it.

The injury was too severe, Chen Zong opened his eyes with difficulty, and felt the pain as if his whole body was being torn apart. Even the movement of raising his arm was extremely difficult, and accompanied by bursts of tearing pain, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow and soul.

seriously injured,

Still an unprecedented serious injury.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's self-healing ability is strong, and a vitality breeds in the deepest part of the body, so that the injury is eased, and then quickly recovers, but the injury is too serious and it is not so easy to recover.

"For today's plan, the only way is to use the Red Thunder Sword." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly said.

The red thunder sword is stored in the virtual ring, as long as the thought moves, it can appear in the hand, and then release the extraordinary sword energy sealed in it, killing Long Shaojun.

But the time is not yet, because Long Shaojun is not the only one. After killing Long Shaojun, he has lost all means, and being driven over by Long Shaojun's men, there is also only one dead end.

So wait, wait until those people come over, and then use the extraordinary sword energy to kill them all in one fell swoop.

However, Long Shaojun didn't give Chen Zong this chance. Originally, he was considering whether to capture Chen Zong and force him to see if he could do any good, or train him to be a lackey or something. Thinking about what happened, it would be a big trouble, and it would be better to kill it.

"I'll send you on the road with ten successful powers." Long Shaojun's expression returned to dullness again, he raised a finger, and the extremely domineering Tianlong Zhenli gathered from his body to his fingers, emitting a dazzling golden light.

There is a faint sound of dragon roar.

This finger is called Tianlong Finger.

Long Shaojun has no reservations, and the ten success force is urged. This kind of power is enough to kill an ordinary eighth-level martial artist on the spot. If he is hit by this finger, Chen Zong will die.

It seems that only the Red Thunder Sword can be used.

"Long Shaojun, you are looking for your own death." The voice was like a thousand years of ice, and he came with the ultimate sharpness, causing Long Shaojun's complexion to change suddenly, his fingers trembled, and a golden light shot out in an instant. out.

At the same time, a snow-white sword light pierced the sky, killing at a faster speed, the air seemed to be frozen, the frost filled the air, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance floating in the air.

The golden light was fast, but it was intercepted and shattered by the snow-white sword light.

Chen Zong breathed a sigh of relief. The Red Thunder Sword was already in his hand, and he was about to release the extraordinary sword energy in it. As the golden light was shattered, Chen Zong also temporarily gave up using the power of the Red Thunder Sword.

The figure in front of him flashed, and a snow-white graceful figure appeared, filled with a dark fragrance.

"Zuo Shanmei, this matter has nothing to do with you." Long Shaojun's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were even more hideous.

If there is anyone among the geniuses in the second-line camp who will make Long Shaojun jealous, then Zuo Shanmei is one of them. He is not sure to defeat the opponent, or even stimulate the power of blood.

"Chen Zong is my junior brother, and more importantly, my contemporary swordsman." Zuo Shanmei's eyes were carved out of ice for thousands of years. The chill penetrated Long Shaojun's eyes. This kind of coldness and Long Shaojun wanted to kill Cold is different, so Long Shaojun couldn't help feeling chills all over his body.

Knowing that Zuo Shanmei was here, Chen Zong breathed a sigh of relief again.

This senior sister is in the second-tier genius camp. Among them, it belongs to the top. The only one who can compare to it is a genius from Tianshui Sect. As for Long Shaojun, it is a little worse.

At this time, Long Shaojun's two subordinates of the seventh level of the True Martial Realm also chased after him, immediately forming a surrounding situation, and his breath locked on Zuo Shanmei.

But Zuo Shanmei's face was icy cold, her eyes stared at Long Shaojun, treating the other two as air.

Ordinary 7th-level True Martial Realm warriors really do not let her take her eyes off her, at least only with 8th-level True Martial Stage cultivation.

The two were not even annoyed, because they also recognized Zuo Shanmei's identity.

An Xiangjian Zuo Shanmei, a genius from the second-tier camp of Tianjiang Prefecture, it is said that even his master Long Shaojun is somewhat different from the opponent.

The snow-white long sword was spotless, and it was said that it would not be stained with blood if it killed anyone, and a faint scent would still be left on the body of the killed person.

When Zuo Shanmei arrived, Chen Zong could take out the medicine pill and take it to speed up the recovery of the injury, and stood up in front of him in a short while.

"Zuo Shanmei, you really want to oppose me." Long Shaojun saw Chen Zong get up, his eyelids jumped, knowing that if he didn't kill Chen Zong this time, he was afraid of endless troubles, so he took a deep breath: "Zuo Shan Mei, I just need to entangle you, my two men are enough to kill Chen Zong."

"You can try." Zuo Shanmei's expression was still cold, and her words were extremely sharp and suffocating.

"Zuo Shanmei, I admit that you are indeed stronger than me now, but you dare not do it, because I can stop you." Long Shaojun spoke again.

"You can try." Zuo Shanmei's answer was exactly the same, but the sharpness in it made Long Shaojun suffocate, like a sword on his body.

A trace of aura spread out from Zuoshan Mei Gracena's body, like an invisible ice and snow sword energy that stirred in all directions, immediately making Long Shaojun tremble.

"The peak of the seventh level of true martial arts..." Long Shaojun lost his voice.

Zuo Shanmei's cultivation level is actually stronger, even if she can't defeat herself at once, but if she insists, I'm afraid that she will be very troublesome.

Long Shaojun's complexion changed, his eyes flickered, and his heart was struggling, while Chen Zong was recovering quickly.

"Chen Zong, remember, killing a few of my subordinates will not stop there." Long Shaojun gritted his teeth, and finally said to Chen Zong, threatening him, as if he could save some face.

Then, Long Shaojun turned around and strode away. His two subordinates had solemn expressions on their faces, took a few steps back and left.

A chase and killing cost a few lives, but in the end, he failed to kill Chen Zong as he wished. Long Shaojun's inner anger is indescribable.

He also regretted it a little, and underestimated Chen Zong, but he never showed his full strength.

After all, he felt that Chen Zong was a threat, but it was also a threat to his talent. It still took time to grow up before he could truly pose a threat to himself. In addition to his background, talent, and self-confidence that he had cultivated for a long time, he underestimated Chen invisibly. How many points.

This invisible contempt from the subconscious made Long Shaojun not do his best when he shot. He also felt that Chen Zong could be killed without all his strength, but unfortunately, he underestimated Chen Zong and did not expect Chen Zong. Zong's body training will be so high, and his life-saving ability will be so strong.

Now that Zuo Shanmei is here, he has completely missed the opportunity to kill Chen Zong.

He has a hole card, but Zuo Shanmei also has a hole card, and he is no worse than him.

If he insisted on killing Chen Zong, the consequences would be unpredictable, and Long Shaojun also hated this feeling.

After all, Long Shaojun likes to control everything in his hands, beyond control is intolerable.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Zuo." Chen Zong recovered a little from his injuries and was basically able to move, so he walked to Zuo Shanmei and bowed to thank him.

"You are Jianzong's contemporary swordsman, and also my junior brother." Zuo Shanmei's eyes were a little colder, and her tone was not as cold as when talking to Long Shaojun.

"No matter what, Senior Sister saved my life." Chen Zong said with a smile.

"You are seriously injured, eat this small return Yang Pill." Zuo Shanmei was not good at words, and did not say anything. She took out a round red elixir like a gem from the mustard seed bag and handed it to Chen Zong. A faint dark fragrance wafted.

"Little Huanyang Pill." Chen Zong was surprised, this is a very good healing pill, and it is of great value: "Senior sister, no need, my injury will recover in a while."

Zuo Shanmei put Xiao Huanyang Dan into Chen Zong's hands: "I will protect you and restore your injury as soon as possible."

"Okay..." Chen Zong couldn't help but be speechless, but he still took Xiao Huanyang Pill, sat cross-legged and ran the exercises to dissolve the medicinal power. The medicinal power of Xiao Huanyang Pill spread out, and the displaced internal organs had recovered, and the The medicinal power of Xiao Huanyang Pill recovered quickly. When the viscera injuries were completely recovered, the remaining medicinal power diffused into the muscles, bones, and muscles, and also recovered quickly, and the pain quickly eased.

Zuoshan Mei Gracena, who is dressed in a snow-white sword robe, has a tall and slender body as straight as a sword, and stands on the top of the snow-capped mountain like a proud snow-cold plum. Facing the wind, she has an indescribable peerless demeanor.