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Text Chapter 125: The fierce power of the candle dragon, the ancient bloodline

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    Lu Xueqi, who was watching the battle from the side, was dazzled by the sight and couldn't help but tremble. Even the hand holding the Tianya Sword began to sweat slightly - she thought about it in another person's shoes, whether it was Zhulong's pure flames or Long Xuan's sword.  In this area, she didn't have the slightest confidence to dodge and resist, so she could only wait for the kill.  Zhulong's strength is based on its ancient bloodline and long years of existence; but as for Long Xuan, at the age of weak crown, he has such incredible terrifying strength that he can compete head-on with wild ferocious beasts.  The mysterious kendo artistic conception and exquisite power of control faintly exuded between the swords made Lu Xueqi, a peer of her age, stunned and unbelievable!  "Roar!" A shrill and angry shout came from the sky, which could not help but draw her thoughts back, but it was Long Xuan's Sword Domain that had collided head-on with the pure fire pillar that covered Qing Ming!  The supreme sword intention is mixed with the dazzling sword light, like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, blooming its fierceness and enthusiasm wantonly, and it actually pushes back the pillar of fire that destroys the world!  The surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher, and the heat wave roars, sounding like the roaring magma, surging and undulating. The ice sheets surrounding the clear water cold pool all melt and crack, and the broken ice slag floats silently in mid-air.  Flashing with beautiful blue light, it presents a rare spectacle in the world.  Lu Xueqi made a sword light, which was like thunder and lightning, cutting through the void, dodging the bombardment of waves of ice slag. A trace of worry appeared on her beautiful and indescribable face, and her pair of water-cut autumn eyes just stared at her.  Long Xuan, who fought fiercely with Zhulong.  "Broken!" With a clear and sharp shout, two sword lights, one black and one white, suddenly rushed out from the pillar of fire that reached the sky, lingering and lingering like three lives of enemies, merging into a floating shadow sword rainbow in the sky, following the mysterious and unparalleled path.  The trajectory struck Zhulong straight on the forehead.  The steel-like scales cracked one after another, and in the heart-stopping cross sword marks, blood as hot as flames surged in the air, turning into blood-red mist, surrounding the candle dragon, extremely tragic!  The candle dragon convulsed and trembled, raised its head and let out a roar, full of unwillingness and resentment. The dragon's mouth opened again, and the blazing fire that destroyed the world rose in its mouth, suddenly spurted out, and turned into crazy.  A torrent of magma rushed forward.  "Destroy the realm of swords!" In the center of the pillar of fire, Long Xuan felt a chill in his heart and shouted violently. His whole body was exuding a fierce sword spirit. The dragon-slaying sword made strange traces in the air, and the indestructible sword spirit turned into a faint blue color.  The majestic whirlpool of color is like the River Styx in purgatory. It is vast and reaches the sky and the earth. It is like the scythe of death. The gods commanded to forcefully suck in the fire of death into it!  ¡ª¡ªThis sword penetrates the underworld, the six paths emerge, the heaven and earth are extinguished, and reincarnation is reincarnated!  The power of this sword did not disappoint Long Xuan after all. Of course, his current condition is not good. The pure fire is too pure and hot. Even if he can distort part of the temperature with the power of the newly born laws of the sword field, the remaining  The spread of warmth still caused a great burden on his internal organs.  Moreover, when activating the vortex of reincarnation this time, he did not dare to use the silent Shura Death Qi, but directly activated it with the sword element of the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Sutra". At that moment, the backlash and absorption force completely acted on its heart.  On top of the kendo foundation.  The 480 million pores all over the body trembled in front of the inhuman pain. Deep red blood grooves crisscrossed the body surface. Dots of Yin Hong penetrated the white clothes, flowed down bit by bit along the hem, and sprinkled on the body.  A sea of ??blazing hot magma.  Just when Long Xuan subconsciously wanted to use his true energy to suppress the injury, the Wild Candle Dragon had recovered from the previous injury. It howled furiously, and the dragon scales on its body were interlocked with each other, flowing with red blood.  In the scorching halo, all the dust in the air was ignited by the incredible extreme high temperature, like a red-gold rain of fire, falling from the sky.  It was no longer satisfied with the attack of the pillar of flames, and the blood-soaked dragon body directly hit it head-on. The strong wind, thunder and flying sand and rocks passed by, pushing Long Xuan and the immortal sword domain all the way to the rock wall next to the clear water and cold pool.  In the sound of a sonic boom, its tail feather spurs, which were also burning with blazing flames, suddenly swept across and hit his chest heavily like a giant hammer.  A moment later, his body flew out like a dead leaf caught in the tide, with blood splashing in the air!  ¡ª¡ªThat is blue, deep blood!  It's a pity that no one noticed this scene. Long Xuan was in no mood to pay attention because of the extreme pain. The sword field is indeed known to be able to distort the laws of heaven and earth, but this field is just a newborn. It can resist pure attribute energy, but it is not as good as Zhulong.  The extremely arrogant and direct sweep had no effect at all; Lu Xueqi was too anxious to pay attention. Her white figure flew up quickly and turned into a clear sword rainbow. She was just in time to arrive when Long Xuan was about to land.  , jumped with his whole body, and managed to withstand the powerful impact to save him; Zhulong was too conceited to pay attention to him, and in mid-air, itThe majestic and majestic body is surrounded by rolling flames, reflecting its ferocious and bloodthirsty face, adding a bit of fierceness and cruelty. It seems like endless blood and bones are coming like a nightmare, entangling the boy and girl who are supporting each other.  , with a strong shadow of death!  Lu Xueqi's face showed a hint of abnormal flushing. Her fair hands were trembling slightly, but she still held the hilt of the Tianya sword firmly. Her eyes were determined and soft, and the light was like a bright demon fire, burning brightly!  The howling wind and fire, the desolation and killing, this seems to be the moment of life and death, the eternal moment!  Her hair was fluttering in the rolling heat, and a familiar faint fragrance flowed down the nose and into his heart.  Although the beauty of Qingcheng's peerless face was filled with terror that penetrated deep into the bones of her soul, she still refused to step back even a little bit. Tianya's sword light was as bright as frost and snow, as bright as mountains and seas, and as bright as autumn water.  The wounded and dying young man behind her was still unconscious, and the blood flowing under him formed a lake of blood. It was extremely tragic, as if it had suddenly turned into an abyss, making it impossible for her to retreat even an inch!  She turned her head slightly and looked at Long Xuan with her red eyes. A look of love and tenderness disappeared in a flash, and her face returned to no joy or sorrow. Only in her bright eyes, there was always a cold moonlight flickering.  , like the shadow of the mountain, thousands of thoughts are rushing into her heart at this moment - She smiled silently in her heart, raised her sword to the sky, and stabbed quietly, the sword light was as pale as snow, but with a trace of sadness and  Nostalgic, the strong wind blows her snow-white clothes, hunting and dancing, like the most poignant scenery in the world!  At this moment, her sight touched the candle dragon hanging high in the sky!  Like a strong wind and huge waves, the murderous intention cut by the headwind boiled in those cold and stern dragon eyes. It seemed that there was unfinished meaning, but in the end it became silent.  The scorching, ever-extinguishing flames are blooming wantonly in it. I wonder what they are celebrating and what they are mourning?  At this moment, its terrifying dragon power was no longer blocked at all, and it was transmitted to the depths of Lu Xueqi's soul!  Long Xuan is in a very mysterious and strange state at the moment. He can sense everything outside, he can feel his own blood spurting out, and his life flowing away, but he cannot control his body. Even if he bends a finger, it seems that his whole body  The joint cells are sleeping.  He lay there quietly, with overwhelming thoughts in his mind, and the mighty spiritual thoughts galloping like a spiritual storm, but the pages of the "Tai Xuan Sword Sutra" that had saved his life several times remained silent, paying no attention to him!  Until he "saw" Lu Xueqi standing in front of her, swinging the first sword at Zhulong, and then was quickly suppressed by a city-burning flame. Then she stood up again regardless of her injuries, and was hit again.  Retreat The Wild Candle Dragon seemed to enjoy this kind of cat-and-mouse fun, so much so that it ignored Long Xuan, whose life or death was unknown, and dealt with Lu Xueqi's offensive in a playful manner!  The heart-wrenching sadness and despair were carved deep into Long Xuan¡¯s soul, gnawing at him fiercely!  "Ah!" He screamed silently, with rage and bitterness as hot as magma, burning in his chest. He used all his strength to hit the invisible cage that imprisoned his soul again and again, once, twice,  Countless times He has long been numb and only knows how to mechanically hit the mysterious barrier.  His head suddenly felt severe pain, as if a suppressed ancient power was reviving. The great divine power, as thick as a mountain and as majestic as the sky, erupted from the deepest part of his bloodline - the boiling energy turned into twists and turns.  The lines and runes finally converged into a vague and mysterious pattern. Between the ice, snow and hot flames, the deep darkness and the clear light, there was a majestic and majestic bone throne that covered the sky and the sun.  Sitting there was a huge shadow, with a dark golden armor glowing with a faint light, and a ferocious iron face. It held a golden roulette wheel in its hand, and a huge pressure like the god of death spread out from the center of this figure.  , sweeping the world!  "Who are you?" For some reason, facing this person, Long Xuan could not feel the slightest fear in his heart. Instead, he was filled with a kind of admiration and kindness derived from his blood and soul.  His soul trembled slightly, and he looked directly into the mysterious man's black and white eyes, which seemed to freeze time and space, and said respectfully.  "As long as faith does not die, the soul of the clan will never die!" The eyes of the mysterious being were also filled with excitement. He stood up slowly, smiling, and his old voice was full of unruliness and fierceness.  He took one step forward, and the endless space seemed to shrink and twist under his feet. In one step, there were thousands of mountains and rivers!  He stood in front of Long Xuan, and the huge power like a sea wave made him tremble, surrender, and find it difficult to resist.  In terms of momentum alone, this person has far surpassed Qing Yi and Zi Yi, and is directly chasing the phantom of Sword Phoenix that was glimpsed at that time!  In Long Xuan¡¯s horrified eyes, the mysterious being stretched out his right hand, which was as crystal clear as jade, as if flowing with a magical version of luster, and quietly pressedOn Long Xuan's forehead: "My people do not believe in gods and trample on destiny! May you return to the ancient land and wash away our shame with the blood of all races!" His voice became more and more sad, as if eroded by endless wind and frost.  On the desolate battle armor, a fighting spirit that eclipsed the stars and the moon suddenly erupted, solidifying into a black and white shocking long dragon, attached behind the old man, roaring proudly to the world!  "What do you mean?" Long Xuan couldn't help but feel an unspeakable pain in his heart, and he asked urgently.  "You will naturally understand in the future, my child!" The low voice became kind and kind, quietly lowered and finally disappeared. The old man's figure instantly distorted, turning into countless sea-blue runes and completely integrated into Long Xuan's bloodline.  middle!  "Wow!" The ancient blood roared out from the heart, with endless joy and unstoppable momentum, rushing crazily along the blood vessels, becoming more and more fierce and unruly, like a trapped soul condensed into millions.  Years of resentment, crying to the sky, every drop of new blue blood carries an awe-inspiring and inviolable noble dignity!
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