C113 (2/2)
Aohan looked at the Sorrow Spirit Sword that was pressed against the tip of his spear, then looked at the other Nine Ice Sword that was protecting Hong Ling, a strange light flashing across his eyes. He had never seen such a powerful Earth-ranked magic tool. Not only could it transform and split, it could also change into a large and small one. This was truly something that others drooled over. However, this longsword was clearly a lifeblood tool. Unless the host took the initiative to cut off the connection, it would be useless even if he snatched it away.
Roar, the two Flood Dragon heads behind Aohan roared, they suddenly rushed out and bit towards Hong Ling. With a thought from the youth, the two Sorrow Spirit s instantly grew in size and shot out, blocking the two fierce flood dragon heads. In the instant that the long sword and the dragon head clashed, a dragon tail suddenly came out from the water and struck towards Hong Ling. The youth casually waved his hand and another two long swords flew out. They directly pierced through the heavy scales the size of a bowl on the dragon's tail, nailing them to the bottom of the lake. Roar! Aohan roared, he used a secret technique to temporarily merge with the Black Jiao. This allowed him to transform his power, but the injury of the Black Jiao would also cause him to feel pain.
However, he could not stay here for too long. The people from the Dreamy Cloud City would very quickly sense the battle situation, so they had to finish this battle quickly. Hong Ling and the Black Flood Dragon had already reached the peak of their abilities, and they had no choice but to attack first. Standing on the surface of the water, he casually pointed in the air and tore open a spatial barrier. Then, he jumped in with the remaining four Sorrow Spirit s.
Aohan's spear broke apart the long sword that was in a stalemate with him, and the two dragon heads' mouths opened even wider, biting onto the other two swords with a 'kacha' sound. As for the gigantic sword that had nailed his tail to the bottom of the lake, with a thought, a wave of cold Demonic Power suffused from his tail. Crack! Crack! Crack! The two swords that had pierced the dragon's tail were instantly frozen. He swung his tail and with a loud bang, the two swords instantly turned into ice shards. Just as he was releasing his divine sense to search for Hong Ling's figure, a pitch-black sword light suddenly shot out from the space behind him, and ruthlessly pierced into his back.
Ao, a mournful wail came out of Aohan's mouth. He turned his head with much difficulty, and looked at the gigantic sword of the Sorrow Spirit that was almost able to pierce his chest. His eyes were filled with anger. Hong Ling grinned, raised his eyebrows, and soared to the sky, just in time to avoid the attacks of the two Flood Dragons. He had just escaped danger, when he immediately somersaulted down, holding onto a Sorrow Spirit with one hand, he fiercely flung him down.
Puchi, the indistinct sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh sounded out. Two gigantic dragon heads were pierced through by the Sorrow Spirit and nailed onto Aohan's back. A dark red flood dragon blood constantly flowed out from the corners of their mouths. They wanted to roar, but the longsword had already pierced through their throats, making it difficult for them to make a sound. Roar, Aohan screamed crazily. He never thought that after using the secret art, he would actually be suppressed by Hong Ling who had his bloodline awakened, into such a miserable state. Anger and a deep chill made him go crazy.
Bang! One dragon tail broke through the water and swept towards Hong Ling. However, Hong Ling did not use the Sorrow Spirit Sword that he had left. The youth casually condensed a dark golden Tianhuang Lightning Fire, extended his hand and grabbed towards the huge tail. Bang! The gigantic dragon tail was blocked by the violent lightning flames and Hong Ling's hand had already pierced into the flesh of the dragon tail. He stood in the air and pulled on the dragon's tail, and suddenly, as if he had sensed something, the Sorrow Spirit in his hands swung out fiercely, colliding ruthlessly with the long spear that Aohan had smashed towards him.
Clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out and a tyrannical shockwave pressed down on the lake water for half a foot. Hong Ling was forced to retreat, but as he pulled on the dragon tail, he quickly stabilized himself. Stepping into the air with his toes, he pulled on the draconic tail and flew up into the sky. He actually wanted to bring Aohan away from this water area that was corroded by Demonic Power.
Aohan roared out, and a wave of blood Qi surged up from his body. The Black Jiao which was originally merged with him, was separated out. In a flash, he ignored the Black Flood Dragon in the youth's hands and distanced himself from Hong Ling.
Right now, the Black Flood Dragon that Hong Ling was grabbing onto was on the verge of death. Even if it was a Demonic Beast at the early stage of the Void Refining Stage, it would still find it very difficult to survive under Hong Ling's barrage of attacks. Casually throwing the Black Flood Dragon into the sky, the youth flung out the Sorrow Spirit in his hand. With a ”chi” sound, a rain of blood fell onto the surface of the lake. The Sorrow Spirit circled around the Black Jiao's body, continuously piercing back and forth. Very quickly, the huge dragon was sliced into thousands of pieces, leaving only a white skeleton behind, which heavily smashed into the lake.
”You actually dared to kill my Black Jiao!” Aohan looked at the Black Flood Dragon's corpse, his eyes filled with hatred. He never would have thought that, with his and the Black Flood Dragon's combined efforts, they would still be easily killed by Hong Ling, a great Flood Dragon that he had painstakingly subdued with great difficulty. Having lost the Flood Dragon, Aohan's fighting strength had decreased by at least 30%. In the eyes of the top experts, losing 30% of their fighting strength was already a death sentence!