Chapter 892: Fight to the Death

The yellow dragon rushed unimpeded and continued to pounce on Wang Qingshan. It opened its bloody mouth and sprayed out a ball of dazzling yellow light, hitting Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan pinched his sword skills, and seven green flying swords flew out. They circled and merged into one, turning into a giant sword light more than ten feet long, heading straight for the yellow dragon.

The giant sword light easily shattered the yellow light and slashed at the yellow dragon fiercely.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the water reflected a red color, as if it was on fire.

A huge red fire cloud hung high in the sky, and bursts of thunderous sounds came from the fire cloud, emitting a monstrous heat wave.

An old man in red robes with a ruddy complexion was holding a red flag and looked indifferent.

The red flag in his hand shook violently, and a dazzling red light flew out, disappearing into the red fire cloud.

The red fire feathers surged violently like boiling water, and red fire stones the size of water tanks flew out from the fire cloud, hitting Wang Qingshan like meteors falling to the ground.

The yellow dragon shook its head and tail, left the battle group, and avoided the red flint.

That's not all, Ye Lang and the two men controlled the magic weapons to attack Wang Qingshan.

An astonishing sword intent rushed out of Wang Qingshan, and countless phantoms of cyan flying swords appeared. The phantoms quickly materialized and flew around him. A cyan tornado more than ten feet high appeared out of thin air and quickly moved towards Ye Lang. The three of them swept away.

Although Wang Qingshan can't help Huang Yuxu, it doesn't mean that he can't help Ye Lang and the others.

As soon as the red flint was ten feet away from the green tornado, a large piece of cyan sword energy flew out, smashing the red flint into pieces. Some of the red flint hit the ground, and a huge pit was immediately created on the ground. The red flame ignited the weeds on the ground. , the fire spread quickly.

There was a loud whistling sound, and the green tornado came straight towards Ye Lang and the others at a very fast speed.

The red-robed old man frowned, and the red flag in his hand radiated brightly. With a violent shake, a blazing air current emerged out of thin air, turning into a red tornado more than twenty feet high, carrying a monstrous heat wave towards the cyan. tornado.

A layer of red light appeared on his body and he quickly retreated. Ye Lang and the two controlled the magic weapon to attack the blue tornado while flying behind them.

The two green and red tornadoes collided, erupting into a powerful air wave. Wherever the air wave passed, a large amount of dust was stirred up, and some trees were uprooted and swept high into the sky.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the red tornado was crushed to pieces by the blue tornado.

"Man and sword unite!"

A cold shout sounded, and three dazzling green lights flew out from the green tornado, hitting Ye Lang and the others respectively.

After hearing this, Ye Lang and the others were startled, and they all cast spells to resist.

The old man in red robe gently waved the red flag in his hand, released a large red flame, and held it in front of him. He also held out a red shield and held it in front of him.

The yellow blade in Ye Lang's hand shook, and a large yellow blade shadow flew out and struck the opposite side. At the same time, he took a yellow talisman seal on his body, and a yellow battle armor appeared on his body to protect his whole body.

Another man in a blue shirt held out a blue command flag, which turned into a blue water curtain, covering his whole body.

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing, accompanied by a scream.

A long cyan rainbow penetrated the defense of the man in blue shirt and twisted it into a large rain of blood. The blue light flashed and Wang Qingshan's figure appeared.

"You spared Bamei back then, and I'll spare you now. Leave here, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

Wang Qingshan sent a message to Ye Lang. Ye Lang let Wang Qingqing go, and Wang Qingshan also planned to let Ye Lang go. If he had targeted Ye Lang just now, Ye Lang would die.

"When people are in the world, there are many things they cannot control themselves."

Ye Lang shook his head and said via voice transmission.

There was a loud sound breaking through the air, and a yellow shadow suddenly appeared in front of Wang Qingshan and headed straight for his head.

Wang Qingshan flicked his wrist, and a large piece of cyan sword energy flew out, and a layer of golden glow appeared on the surface of his body, which was the defensive spiritual glazed golden body.

Boom!

A huge force struck, and Wang Qingshan was hit by the yellow shadow, and immediately flew backwards. His whole body fell into the stone wall, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

There was a low roar, and a red volcano more than ten feet high came crashing down. The surface of the red volcano was wrapped in a large red flame, and it hit hard.

Boom!

The red volcano suddenly split into pieces, and Wang Qingshan flew into the air, his face slightly pale.

He flicked his sleeves, and seven green flying swords flew out, flying around him. After a blur, they turned into thousands of green flying swords, hitting the yellow dragon head and face.

"Little tricks!"

The yellow dragon spoke human words with a tone full of disdain. A dazzling yellow light flew out and turned into a yellow jade plate several feet in size. The surface was covered with runes and the crystal light was flowing erratically.

As soon as the green flying swords approached the yellow jade plate, they seemed to have lost control and were attracted to the yellow jade plate one after another.

The red fire cloud rolled violently, and with a flash of red light, it turned into a red fire python that was more than thirty feet long. The body of the red fire python seemed to be made up of pieces of red flint, and its body was covered with a layer of red flames. Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan quickly took two drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk, his face turned red.

He rolled up his sleeves, and nine green flying swords flew out, flying around him, and the nine green flying swords emitted an astonishing wave of spiritual energy.

This was his first time using this set of second-level flying swords. If he hadn't taken two drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk continuously, Wang Qingshan wouldn't have been able to hold on.

A clear sound of swords sounded, and nine green flying swords surrounded Wang Qingshan, with the hilts facing Wang Qingshan and the sword tips facing outwards.

With a flash of green light, nine green flying swords flew quickly, and strong winds blew up. Wang Qingshan turned into a green tornado more than thirty feet high, sweeping towards the red-robed old man at a very fast speed.

This time is different. The previous tornado was created by a large amount of sword energy. This time, the tornado was created by nine second-order flying swords. The power of the latter was several times that of the former.

The red-robed old man was startled. He shook the red flag in his hand, and a large wave of red fire flew out, turning into a red torrent and hitting the green tornado.

He put on a pair of red gloves and punched the void with both fists. Dense red fist shadows flew out and hit the blue tornado.

Boom!

Wherever the green tornado passed, there was a loud sound in the air, and dense red fist shadows hit the green tornado, like mud and a sea.

The old man in red robe secretly screamed, and turned into a red escaping light and walked away through the air. A giant sword light more than a hundred feet long suddenly flew out from the green tornado, and instantly caught up with the red escaping light.

With a scream, the giant sword light split the red escape light in half.

A ray of yellow light flew in, instantly appeared in front of the cyan tornado, and was swept into the cyan tornado by the strong airflow.

Boom!

A dazzling yellow light suddenly lit up, a green tornado suddenly exploded, and a yellow dragon rushed into the yellow light. Wang Qingshan flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, his clothes were in tatters, and there were several wounds on his arms. There were long bloodstains, and white bones could be faintly seen. His body was scarred, his breath was weak, and nine cyan flying swords fell to the ground.

He gasped for air and stared at the yellow dragon not far away.

"Man and sword become one."

The nine green flying swords flew up and quickly merged into one, turning into a giant sword that held up the sky. Wang Qingshan sank into the giant sword that held up the sky. The sword light surged, exuding a heaven-destroying aura, and headed straight for the yellow dragon. go.

Life or death, he had no choice.