The world of mortals is just right

A person who said he was a descendant of the dynasty nearly 2000 years ago.

The hairs on Jiang Huan's back stood up from the mist, and he still laughed at Professor Liu.

"It's [-], don't you still think about going back and forth?"

He was full of unscrupulous ruffians, Professor Liu was so angry with him, his lips trembled, he ignored him, and shouted eagerly into the fog, "I did what you asked me to do, didn't you say, bring him here , just let me see the dragon?"

Jiang Huan was secretly on guard, did this old pedant go crazy from reading too much, or was he playing tricks?

But at this moment, a young man in a black suit walked out of the thick fog.

His legs stepped out of the white mist first, followed by his back and shoulders.

"Yes, I promised. Let you meet the dragon after the Xuan Dynasty."

The mist spread under his jaw. This man was handsome, but he gave off a gloomy feeling.Jiang Huan stared at him, realizing where the gloom and strangeness came from.

——His hair was slightly longer than Jiang Huan's, floating like water plants in the white mist.

This scene is unbelievable. If he were in the United States now, Jiang Huan would have already pressed the gun.He backed away without a trace, but Professor Liu didn't realize it, and shouted excitedly, "Then where is the dragon?"

The young man raised his head and replied with a sneer, "I am a dragon."

Hangzhou Xiaoshan Airport.

The flight attendant smiled sweetly and bowed to see her off, "Goodbye, Mr. Xuan."

Xuan Chang walked towards the exit tunnel, suddenly felt a dull pain, and couldn't help pressing his chest.

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In front of the Dragon Pool of Tanzhe Temple, the proud sentence "I am a dragon" fell, and a blood-red sword cut through the thick fog and pierced out of thin air.

A large pile of flesh and blood exploded from Professor Liu's heart, and the sharp sword flew through it.

The professor stared blankly at the hole in his chest, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

The young man said word by word, "The descendants of the Xuan Dynasty must die."

Jiang Huan moved quickly and dodged immediately.But the sword would turn, and the tip of the sword approached like blood-red lightning.

The jade-like scales on his wrist lighted softly, and with a ding, the flying sword seemed to hit a barrier, and the blade trembled.

Jiang Huan didn't have time to pay attention to Ni Lin's abnormality. Ordinary people would only run wildly along the mountain road. He made a decisive decision and slid down from the side of the mountain road. He suffered several burning pains in his arms and thighs, and he didn't care about being scratched by stones and branches.

The young man sneered again, "Ni Lin?"

His right hand turned into sharp claws with shining fine scales, and when he grabbed the other hand, it was like a few blades cutting through, and blood trickled down his left hand in an instant.

It is reasonable to say that the dense fog blinded his eyes, and he could no longer see Jiang Huan, but he could distinguish the direction without any obstacles, and turned his face in that direction.

Jiang Huan had already rolled down the mountain stream, extremely embarrassed, cursed, got up and ran out.

But behind him, the blood sword roared and chased after him.The red sword body drank blood, the color was even darker, and the blood seemed to ooze from the sword.

Jiang Huan only felt that his vest was cold, like an ice pick piercing his back. The chill spread along the blood flow to his whole body within a second, and he couldn't even move his fingers.The whole figure was hit by a high-speed train at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, and something was violently pulled out of the body, and then floated up lightly.

When he saw his own body again, he was stunned. I lay in a pool of blood and was pierced by the sword. Even the body was shattered, the bones were broken, and the flesh was bloody. So what am I now? ?

Does man really have a soul?

Regardless of becoming a soul or not, he will never die easily.The young man appeared more than ten meters in front of him.He was pretty sure it was a flash.

Jiang Huan wanted to escape again, but he couldn't move. His feet seemed to be bound by iron chains, and he couldn't take a step.Only then did he see that the jade scales on the wrists of his dead body were like lit lamps, the white light became brighter and brighter, wrapping him in the light.

He turned his head abruptly, amidst the trees and dense fog, Xuan Chang, who was supposed to be in Hangzhou, walked out wearing the same suit that he went to the airport this morning.

As soon as Jiang Huan saw him, he felt at ease, his heart settled down, and his discomfort rose.Between heaven and earth, the soul without the skin of the flesh is like being ripped out of a safe shell.

Xuan Chang stretched out his hand, and he wanted to hold that hand.The translucent hand couldn't touch Xuan Chang's fingertips a few meters away, and there was a flash of white light. Ni Lin escaped from the wrist of Jiang Huan's corpse on the ground and flew to Xuan Chang's palm. There was a light line on the edge of the scale.

Jiang Huan couldn't help himself, and followed Ni Lin to Xuan Chang's side.Xuan Chang said to him, "Don't worry."

As soon as he fell, Jiang Huan was sucked into Nilin.He can vaguely see everything outside Ni Lin, but those images are not very clear through the frosted glass.

Only Xuan Chang's voice was so clear, as if in his ears, he could even hear Xuan Chang's heartbeat.

The young man laughed wildly, with strong hatred in his laughter.

"Long time no see, King Shouyang. We can settle the enmity between you and my Dragon Clan!"

Only the dragon clan would call him "Shouyang King".

Nearly 2000 years ago, the youngest son of the Taizu of the Xuan Dynasty, the uncle of the last emperor of the Xuan Dynasty, forged a long-standing feud with the Dragon Clan.

The Xuan Dynasty's surname was Wei. If his nephew hadn't ordered his name to be chiseled out, the Shouyang King left in history should be called Wei Chang.

But when he was in his early 20s, he gave up his status as a prince and wandered around, went to the deep mountains to visit masters, met gods overnight, and practiced Taoism from then on.

Even Wang Jue can give up, so naturally the surname Wei can also be given up.After the Xuan Dynasty, he took the name of the country as his surname.I have been doing Weichang for more than 30 years, and I have been doing Xuanchang for nearly 2000 years.

Jiang Huan was not stunned by the phrase "Shouyang King", his mind kept spinning, and he kept staring at Xuan Chang.

Just listen to Xuan Chang's calm tone, "The enmity between me and the Dragon Clan is your own fault."

"You killed my father, he killed my brother!" The young man's nostrils flared, resentful to the extreme, and a pair of black dragon horns gradually protruded.

Xuan Chang said, "Hand over the Dragon Blood Sword, and I will only take your life."

Holding the sword in his hand, the young man laughed sharply, "I think today is your imminent death!"

He grasped the blade so hard that his entire palm was cut open, and blood flowed profusely.The scarlet blood sword buzzed in his hand, the blood flowing on the sword was like water dripping in the desert, it was sucked up instantly, the sword seemed to have a spirit, and he drank dragon's blood crazily.

The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, revealing the blackness of the dark clouds.It was only in the afternoon, and the sky was as drowsy as the evening.

Holding the blood sword in his hand, the black dragon approached Xuan Chang. His speed slowed down ten meters away from Xuan Chang, and he encountered an invisible obstacle.

He gritted his teeth and pushed the sword forward, the sleeves of his suit and shirt were split, the invisible barrier bent like a crystal wall, and everything within ten meters reflected a distorted scene.

The tip of the blood sword moved forward inch by inch, Xuan Chang said, "Do you think the dragon blood sword can hurt me?"

With a slight movement of his fingers, the barrier like a crystal wall disappeared suddenly, and the strong wind swirled and pressed him towards Xuan Chang. The black dragon swooped a few strides closer, and the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from Xuan Chang's chest.

The black dragon's face was full of hatred and joy, and his expression was distorted.But the point of the sword is less than a finger away from Xuan Chang's chest, but it can no longer move forward.

His expression changed drastically, he clenched the sword tightly and tried harder, but the Dragon Blood Sword didn't obey, it seemed to have a will of its own in the storm.

Xuan Chang's clothes were blown by the wind, but his eyes didn't move.Originally, he planned to spend the rest of his life with Jiang Huan before dealing with the Dragon Clan, but this time, he saw Jiang Huan die in front of his own eyes.

He was forced to reincarnate for 400 years, and after suffering 400 years of suffering in the human world, he was killed in front of him.

In the next second, Xuan Chang, who was in the center of the vortex, raised his hand and pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers.

"...sacrificing the sword with blood, even though the sword drinks your blood, your blood will always be dragon blood."

And Xuan Chang's blood is a quarter of the true dragon's blood.

2000 years ago, the last true dragon died.The Jiao and other aquatic tribes were upgraded to dragons and transformed into dragon shapes. The current dragons are all Jiaolongs or descendants of Jiaolongs who were promoted back then.

A drop of blood flowed out of Bai Xi's finger, and dripped from the tip of the sword, causing invisible ripples to spread.

The dragon blood sword let out a long cry, the sound waves vibrated, the mouth of the black dragon's tiger was numb, and the whole arm was numb.A white light flashed from the tip of the sword to the hilt, and he had to let go immediately, otherwise the arm holding the sword would be twisted into twists.

The black dragon roared in pain, and the dragon blood sword was thrown out of his hand and stuck on the ground.His hands were still twitching, black scales showing on his arms.

"You don't come out yet!" He faced the clouds, his human figure became thinner and paler, and there was a roaring sound in his roar, which was a sound that no human throat could make. Shouyang King failed? I don't believe it, I just don't believe that he got four dragons!"