The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade

"Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

"Who exactly are you?"

Yang Jian said coldly, "Yang Jian of Guanjiang Mouth."

The Flood Dragon froze, then laughed in fury.

"Yang Jian?"

"This king doesn't care who you are."

"Once you enter the river, you are in this king's domain."

"Come die for this king!"

The Flood Dragon opened its mouth and spewed out black water lightning.

The water lightning exploded at the bottom of the river, stirring up a thousand-zhang whirlpool.

The commoners on the bank watched with their hearts pounding in terror.

"The immortal won't be hurt, will he?"

"That Flood Dragon is too huge!"

"Erlang has to win!"

At the riverbed, the Hunyuan Flag appeared above Yang Jian's head.

Mysterious light spilled down, keeping the black water and thunder outside.

He stamped a foot down, his physical strength erupting, and his whole body shot in front of the Flood Dragon.

He threw out a punch.

The Flood Dragon's head shook violently, and great swathes of black scales shattered and flew off.

The Flood Dragon screamed.

"How can your fleshly body be so strong?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

He held the sword in one hand and clenched a fist with the other, pressing close to the Flood Dragon's body as he attacked.

The Immortal Slaying Sword cut through scales.

Fist seals broke bone.

The Flood Dragon rolled along the riverbed, trying to coil its body around Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his arm and jolted it; the Protective Jade Talisman shone, directly blasting the dragon body away.

The Flood Dragon was both shocked and enraged.

"This king has cultivated for ten thousand years. How can I be beaten down by a mere Golden Immortal like you?"

"What kind of inheritance did you obtain?"

Yang Jian slashed down with his sword.

Sword light swept