Chapter 207: Burning Star Wind
The raging waves, scenes that are not normally seen in the Scaled Abyss Realm, all surged out today with Dan Heng's transformation.

The water is cheering, the water is "singing".

They chanted ancient songs and celebrated the resurrection of "Dragon Lord".

The Immortals don't die, they just come back again.

The power of the star god, which existed at the beginning of the universe, was fully displayed on Dan Heng at this moment.

Yan Qing could clearly feel that the water in the air became heavy and murky. It was a moment that was difficult for mortals to perceive. Even he could only vaguely sense the tremendous changes happening before his eyes.

The cave drinks the moon, and the blue dragon cleanses the world.

The figure that usually looks frail now seems as unfathomable as a man facing the raging ocean.

Countless images flashed through Dan Heng's mind in an instant. He saw himself on the ancient battlefield, descending like a god, creating clouds and rain. He saw himself looking at the ant-like army formation under his feet, holding up the sky like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, the army collapsed under his feet. The Father Wolf and the "War Head" of the Wing Maker, who were as tall as mountains, were torn apart by his magic, and the dirty blood fell along with the rain from the sky.

“Is this the Dragon’s perspective?”

The icy blue in his eyes flashed away, and the consciousness of the pioneer Dan Heng returned to the human world.

Pressure appeared on the battlefield, Blade was laughing wildly, and the scene he wanted to see finally appeared again.

And what about Yan Qing? Should he surrender or retreat and wait for rescue?

This may be the safest method, but it would not be Yanqing's choice.

A swordsman would rather break than bend, and would rather kill than turn back. He is a person who seeks the truth.

"Then we have no choice but to hand you two over to the general for judgment!"

A clear voice rang out on the battlefield. Regardless of victory or defeat, Yan Qing's courage would make up for the gap.

The surging sword energy rose up from Yan Qing's body like a mighty river. Instead of avoiding the battle, he...

He wants to challenge Ren and Dan Heng on his own!

Yan Qing leaped into the air. Hand-to-hand combat was too dangerous for him. Once he was attacked by two people, he would have no chance of winning.

So he had to play to his strengths and use the endless, flowing, and continuous "Ten Thousand Swords" to completely defeat the two of them!
Rain suddenly fell from the clear sky. Before the raindrops in the air could fall, they were cut in half by the flash of sharp light.

A series of flying swords carrying ice covered the area where the two were in just an instant.

"Hahahahaha!"

Somehow, Ren strangely stood together with Dan Heng, as if it was instinct.

However, Dan Heng was unwilling to face the young man's surging fighting spirit. He wanted to find everyone in the train crew as soon as possible, but the current situation was unavoidable.

Facing the oncoming flying sword, Ren and Dan Heng displayed their magical powers. The "water flow" that seemed to come alive formed an impassable high wall in front of Dan Heng, keeping the flying sword out.

"What? You don't dare to use heavy hands on this boy!"

There was a sarcastic smile on Ren's face, and he seemed to be happy to see Dan Heng in distress.

The heavy sword swung in his hand like a flower blooming in the wind. Even though Yan Qing's flying sword was now faster and more accurate than before, it still could not break through his impenetrable "sword net".

At this moment, Dan Heng no longer used earthly weapons as his strength. The original appearance of the spear fell off, and a yin-yang ball floated out of it and came into his hand.

"The dragon's power is free, and the sky's arrows are dark."

The instinct engraved in his blood prompted him to use this move. The light Yin-Yang ball, which looked like a very light ball, smashed towards Yan Qing's flying sword.

"bump!"

The sound of the sword breaking was clearly audible. It looked as light as a feather, but with the blessing of Dan Heng Longli, this Yin-Yang ball had the power to defeat thousands of troops. "Hmm?"

The flying sword that he had carefully selected was shattered at a single blow. Even Yan Qing could not help but feel extremely horrified.

His flying swords were all the best of the best selected from the best forges in Luofu, so how could they be so fragile?

Dan Heng leaped up like a flying dragon, stretched out his hand behind him, and a spear formed by heavy water instantly emerged.

"go with!"

In a hurry, Yan Qing could only use more flying swords to block himself.

Fortunately, the spear made of heavy water was not as heavy as the Yin-Yang Ball. The sword force flowed and it was finally blocked.

Dan Heng did not pursue, but just leisurely defended against the sharp swords that were piercing blood beside him. The collision sounds of the Yin-Yang Ball and the "Zhili" sword were endless.

With just a slight move, Dan Heng had already reached Yan Qing's current limit, and this was the result of Ren on the side not interfering too much.

Steadying his unstable body, Yan Qing looked at his bleeding knuckles and gripped the hilt of the sword again with a firm grip.

"It seems that if I want to take you down, I can only use "that sword"!"

There was a hint of determination in Yan Qing's eyes, and the flying swords under his feet surrounded him and carried him high into the sky.

"This familiar sword intent?"

Yao Luo watched coldly from the side. Others could not tell what he was thinking. Although Yan Qing was not as strong as he imagined and the current battle situation was very unfavorable, this move seemed particularly familiar.

Five flying swords drew beautiful trajectories in the air and then converged into one.

The huge ice sword fell from the sky like an inverted moon. Dan Heng and Ren were caught off guard and were hit hard by it.

"It looks so familiar..." With a ferocious expression, Ren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Yan Qing's giant sword that pierced the sky and the earth.

"I see."

Yao Luo stood with his arms folded, and at this moment, the identity of the woman under the moon emerged.

It was a brilliant sword strike. Yan Qing undoubtedly put all his strength into this attack.

However, he still failed to break through the blockade of the omnipresent "Dragon Power".

Dan Heng appeared in front of everyone intact, even the hair on his forehead did not move at all.

"It can't be delayed any longer."

"Pan Na, Yao Yue."

He stretched out two fingers coldly, and the "water" in the entire venue turned into waves that swept away everything. Even though the flying sword could cut off the flow of water, it had never cut open the "sea".

Sweeping everything, leaving nowhere to escape.

Tons of sea water enveloped Yan Qing, and the heavy pressure made it difficult for Yan Qing to breathe. The power of the sea water condensed into a giant dragon, and it roared towards the sky.

"I have finally witnessed the power of Immortality. This way, my chances of winning this battle are a little better."

The water flow melted away, and Yan Qing half-knelt on the ground with an unwilling look on his face. The flying sword in his hand had already slipped out of his hand, and any discerning person could see the current situation.

The defeat is set.

(End of this chapter)