Moreover, an ancient bronze fairy sword appeared in front of Tang Tianlong out of thin air.

The bronze-rust fairy sword exuded wisps of terrifying aura, faintly piercing the air, heading straight towards Lin Bujing.

Just for a moment after Meng Dao's natural talent manifested, Tang Tianlong dominated everything, destroying all Lin Bujing's moves in one fell swoop, forcing Lin Bujing into a life-or-death crisis.

This sudden change in the battle situation shocked many saints who lived in the sky!

"Hahaha, he is worthy of being the eighteenth prince of our Daxuan Dynasty."

"Is that the dream power? It really has the ability to crush everything."

"No, if you don't calm down, run away!

"..."

At this critical moment, the martial saints on the Daxuan Dynasty side were proud, while the martial saints on the sect alliance frowned.

Water! Water! Water!

A huge basalt shadow came out of the darkness and stood in front of Lin Buljing.

The endless torrent of water flooded the entire world and swallowed up the bronze fairy sword!

Roaring like a tsunami, the Xuanwu shadow carried endless heavy water to destroy everything. Its momentum was vast and unstoppable, and it rushed towards Tang Tianlong crazily.

The proud look on Tang Tianlong's face suddenly froze, and he quickly ran away.

"You useless thing, get back here quickly!"

At some point, Hong Yuan came to Lin Bujing.

At this moment, he was scolding Lin Bujing.

Lin Bujing was in a rather complicated mood.

Because if Hong Yuan hadn't shown his magical power and came to the rescue, I'm afraid Lin Bujing would have been beaten to death by Tang Tianlong.

In an instant, Lin Bujing's anxiety due to the surge in strength calmed down a bit.

The other side.

Tang Tianlong relied on the innate magical power of Meng Dao and his saint-level body to forcibly resist Hong Yuan's "Xuanwu Zhenhai" magical power.

"Hong Yuan, you killed two of my brothers and you actually dare to attack me?!"

Tang Tianlong's face darkened in vain, and he roared loudly: "Die to me!"

After a long absence, a sacred golden spear was summoned by Tang Tianlong.

His eyes were filled with anger, he exerted force with both arms, and the golden spear came down horizontally, with unbelievable sharpness and strength.

Wherever the golden spear pressed, the black seams in the void cracked, like a broken mirror.

This kind of offensive is terrifying!

Even those who were watching Qinglu Great Sage and others were secretly sweating for Hong Yuan.

No matter how the Big Dream Seed has not reached the peak of a mortal warrior, he is still the Big Dream Seed!
Chapter completed!