X-Dragon Era

Taking a deep breath, Xin Yun stood atop Yinglong's head, his hands tightly gripping Yinglong's twin horns, moving silently close to the ground toward Sword Dragon Valley. Meanwhile, at the valley entrance, Yi Luo Xiang stood atop the Flash Butterfly, intently observing the situation inside the valley, ready to cast Soul Control at any moment.

Gliding along the ground, Xin Yun moved forward. From above, he looked like a turquoise Spirit Snake, traveling close, no more than ten meters above the ground, yet moving at a remarkable speed.

Of course, Xin Yun could have flown higher, but doing so would very likely have attracted the attention of those bronze-tier Sword Dragons perched on the surrounding cliffs, and in that case, Xin Yun would have been surely dead.

Now, Xin Yun's target was very clear: it was those rankless Sword Dragons perched on the hills. These were the weakest, and also the only Sword Dragons Xin Yun dared to provoke at the moment. With his current strength, he should be able to withstand the Sword Qi blasted by these rankless Sword Dragons; complete evasion, however, was completely out of the question.

As he proceeded, it wasn't long before... Xin Yun finally got close to the hills inside the valley. Up close, millions of Sword Dragons stood obliquely on the ground; a gust of wind blowing through the Sword Dragon Forest from the other end of the valley produced a sharp, piercing sound.

These Sword Dragons were not large, about three meters tall and one meter wide, varying in shape and color. Through the memories of his past life, Xin Yun knew that color determined the category of the Sword Dragons and shape their capability type. As for the specifics, it seemed nobody could know; it was all a matter of luck.

Slowing down carefully, finally, just as he was about to reach his own attack range, the Sword Dragons on the hill opposite him all vibrated suddenly, and the sounds of swords, weak at first, then growing stronger until they buzzed loudly.

"Not good!" Seeing this, Xin Yun exclaimed in shock, turned his dragon's head without a second thought, and with a powerful flapping of wings, dashed desperately back toward the valley entrance.

At the same time Xin Yun took action, on the distant hill, about a hundred Sword Dragons roared into the sky, and with a turn mid-air, they all aimed their sword points at Xin Yun. Colorful streams of air burst forth from the Jet Holes at the tails of the Sword Dragons, lighting-fast, chasing after Xin Yun...

If Xin Yun had merely run away in a straight line, then without a doubt, in just a few seconds, he would have been overtaken by those Sword Dragons and, under the bombardment of hundreds of them, he would have had no chance of surviving.

Fortunately, although Xin Yun's straight-line speed might not match that of the Sword Dragons, when it came to maneuverability, he was definitely unparalleled. As the Sword Dragons began to spurt streams of air to accelerate, under Xin Yun's control, Yinglong's tail swished, and with an agile twist of its body, they avoided the colliding course of the Sword Dragons.

Following Xin Yun's movements, in mid-air... the hundred or so Sword Dragons synchronized their movements, adjusting the Jet Holes at their tails, and almost in unison, they corrected their forward direction, aiming their sword points at Xin Yun once again.

"Damn..." Faced with this scene, Xin Yun cursed under his breath, gripping the dragon horns tightly, he made another change in direction, elusively circling again with indescribable agility.

Not to be outdone, the Sword Dragons adjusted the Jet Holes at their tails in a timely manner, firmly locking their sword points onto Yinglong's body. After just three adjustments, the Sword Dragons had already closed to within less than a hundred meters behind Xin Yun.

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As the chasing Sword Dragons drew closer and closer, Xin Yun's concentration peaked. The critical moment was imminent, any slight mistake could have been catastrophic!

"Whoosh..." Amid the sound reminiscent of artillery shells hitting the ground, the Sword Dragons charged even closer, and finally... all of the Sword Dragons started to accelerate at full force, the airflow from their tails becoming more intense, transforming into streaks of light of varying colors, and with a roar they plummeted towards Yinglong on the ground...

Hearing the growing sounds of 'Po Kong' behind him, Xin Yun sharply twisted Yinglong's head, and in an instant... Yinglong's body made an abrupt turn with an extremely large angle. Had it not been for Xin Yun's tight grip on the dragon horns, he would have been flung off!

"Boom, boom, boom..." Intense booming sounds erupted one after another behind Xin Yun. The Sword Dragons were almost biting Yinglong's tail as they bombarded it, almost instantly after Yinglong's tail moved, a Sword Dragon would smash down right where it was.

The Sword Dragons had roughly two types of attack methods. One was a physical attack; the Sword Dragons were not only sword-shaped in appearance but their attack methods also resembled those of a sword, with stabbing, slashing, sweeping, lifting... they could use all these moves, which fall under physical attacks.

Besides physical attacks, as mentioned before, the Sword Dragons' main method of attack was Sword Qi, with various shapes and types completely different from one another.

One after another, the Sword Dragons hammered the air, but this bombardment was not the end. They deeply punctured the rocks, remaining implanted in the stony ground. The relentless Sword Dragons then released a series of sharp crimson Sword Qi, aiming at the fleeing Yinglong and firing away.

Dense, too dense. Perhaps Xin Yun could barely dodge the physical impact of the Sword Dragons, but when faced with the lightning-fast Sword Qi, he was truly powerless. Although he could narrowly evade most of it, the remainder, a not insignificant portion, had to be taken in full.

Although they were merely rankless Sword Dragons, not even at the level of Bronze, and the difference between them and Xin Yun spanned more than a dozen stars, their attacks were still not to be underestimated.

Wherever Sword Qi passed, scales flew off Yinglong's body, and a large amount of blue liquid flowed out from the wounds. Meanwhile, Xin Yun could distinctly feel that the Dragon Ball seemed to have been exposed, with energy rapidly depleting.

If it had been just a single Sword Dragon attacking, perhaps Xin Yun could have withstood it. However, there were simply too many pursuing Sword Dragons, and even though he skillfully avoided the physical impacts of more than a hundred crazed Sword Dragons bombarding him, over thirty streaks of Sword Qi entered Yinglong's body without fail.

Pain, as if pierced by dozens of sharp needles, made Xin Yun instantly break out in a heavy sweat. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the terror in his heart. Just from this first wave of attacks, Xin Yun's energy within the Dragon Ball had decreased by one-third.

This was only because Xin Yun had a substantial reserve of energy; if it were those using lower-grade Dragon Creation Stones, their energy would probably be nearly depleted by now.

Not daring to slack off, Xin Yun gritted his teeth and raced ahead at full speed. Behind him, over a hundred Sword Dragons leapt from the ground one by one, soaring into the air to pursue once again. (To be continued... For further developments, please visit www.qidian.com, with more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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