War God Asura

Xing Jue made a big stride, and ran away against the illusion that had been suppressing him. Although this Shenglong Blade Xingjue was condensed, Xing Jue also discovered that the rising dragon blade's consumption of martial energy is real. It's too big, so the punishment at this moment can only be done quickly.

"Om"

Exerting the imperial wind technique to its extreme, Xing Jue came to the illusion in an instant.

Xing Jue turned his wrist slightly and waved his right arm, and the rising dragon blade slashed at the afterimage with a bright golden light and the harsh sound like a dragon's roar.

Upon seeing this, the pupils of that illusion suddenly enlarged, and he hurriedly raised the Zan Po Sword on his hands to resist Xing Jue's onslaught.

"boom"

Two Zan Po swords and a rising dragon blade collided suddenly, and there was a bang first.After that, they started to rub against each other. At the same time, the dark black sparks and the golden sparks added to each other, pouring down...

"Buzzing"

But under the pressure of the terrifying energy of the Dragon Blade, the Zan Po Sword also began to become more and more illusory, and finally finally dissipated completely.

And Xing Jue's Rising Dragon Blade flashed with a golden light, and slashed into that imaginary body fiercely.

"Pouch"

With a muffled sound, the body of that illusion was cut into two parts by Xingjue, and then it turned into a golden gas and disappeared.

"Whirring whirring"

After beheading the illusion, the rising dragon blade in Xing Jue's hand also dissipated in an instant. In order to be able to kill him with one blow, Xing Jue's consumption was extremely huge.

But fortunately, this difficult illusion was finally wiped out, and Xing Jue was finally relieved now.

"Buzzing"

But at this moment, Xing Jue's face suddenly changed, and the hall in front of him suddenly became blurred, and finally began to rotate.

After that, Xing Jue only felt a flower in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had already returned to the hall where he started.

What surprised Xing Jue was that his wounded body was healed, even his clothes were intact.

But when Xing Jue slowly raised his head, his surprised face suddenly became astonished, because at this moment the treasure chest on the dragon chair had disappeared quietly.

Instead, is a middle-aged man wearing silver-white armor and a dragon and phoenix helmet. The man’s eyes are sharp like eagles, and layers of dark red gas are constantly emitting from his body. Xing Jue has an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

At this moment, the silver-armored man leaned back on the dragon chair, his eyes fixed on Xing Jue, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the silver armored man in front of him, Xing never dared to do anything, even to speak, because he could feel that this man was too strong, whether it was the elder Jishui of Yufeng Pavilion or his Uncle Pan couldn't compare with the man in front of him.

This kind of aura was too tyrannical. In front of him, Xing Jue felt difficult even to breathe. This silver armored man was simply the most terrifying powerhouse Xing Jue had ever seen for so long.