Night Without End-Chapter 910 - 445: Hunting the Sword Immortal

"Still dared to be distracted!" The Black Dragon snorted sulfur from its nose and billowed dense black smoke from its ears, darkly indignant. "Since it is so, then I will take advantage of his daze; I will take his life!"

It whipped its tail, diving down from a high slope, with only one dragon wing left, using it as a sail. Harnessing the fierce gusts of wind above the Nine Heavens, it struck its opponent like a black thunderbolt.

Qin Ming withdrew his gaze from the direction of the Black Tower, the green leaf beneath his feet supporting him hanging in the night sky had already dimmed, and he was gently descending.

For now, after slashing out a Longevity Sword Intent from the Zhu Shi Scripture, he couldn’t continue with this skill in the short term.

"Fire Lizard, still dare to act savagely?" Qin Ming lightly chided, as the Five Colored Sword Evil slashed out, resembling a colorful galaxy coming into view, possessing a vast and desolate grandeur.

The Black Dragon took advantage of his distraction and was already upon him, descending like a black mountain, terrifying in its sheer weight measured in thousands of pounds crashing down from the night sky.

Moreover, its whole body rattled sonorously, its scales open with glaring light pouring from the gaps, flames and lightning fiercely erupting from within.

Its eyes fierce, being called a Barbarian Dragon was fitting enough; but to be called a Fire Lizard?

The place was engulfed in a sky-high dust cloud, deafening thunder, and stones weighing hundreds to thousands of pounds flying everywhere, lightning piercing the earth and flames melting the surface.

The Five Colored Sword Evil rose, immediately slicing through swathes of Thunder Fire, leaving crimson intercrossing cracks on the Black Dragon, breaking scales and Dragon Blood splattering.

The Black Dragon was crazed, fighting to the death, its spiritual field roaring, a Sword of the Soul slashing out, desperately wanting to instantly eliminate the adversary that made it lose its wing.

From body to spirit, it explosively erupted, mumbling in incomprehensible dragon tongue, mystical particle flows surging towards its opponent.

Qin Ming carried his left hand on his back, exuding the calm and transcendent demeanor of a Sword Immortal, moving towards the lightning, fire, and particle flows, paving the way with Pure Yang Sword Light.

"Ah..." The Black Dragon groaned in pain; if this continued, it would be disassembled.

In an instant, it underwent a transformation, shedding innumerable scales that drifted like Black Gold in the night sky, bursting forth dense black light, clashing sonorously, whistling towards the opponent like ten thousand swords unleashed.

Qin Ming reversed the flow, facing the thunder and sharp dragon scales, deployed the Pure Yang Flying Sword, forming dense Sword Qi in the night sky, with Five Elements Power cycling, interweaving colorful clouds far surpassing the terror of "ten thousand swords unleashed."

Even Thunder Fire got suppressed and extinguished by Sword Evil, and the Black Gold scales were continuously shattered.

The Black Dragon seized the moment to disappear from the spot, gaining a rare chance to breathe, its body suddenly shrinking, transforming into human form.

Surprisingly handsome, with black long hair stained with blood, no longer a big black face; its snow-white face was quite perfect, eyes shining like stars.

Though there were many bloody stains on it, it was not covered in wounds. It had shed the old Scale Armor, now the true Dragon Scales transformed into Black Gold Battle Clothing, covering the body as it wielded a Dragon Halberd charging forward.

"Eh?" On the wooden boat, the Big Red Dragon saw the situation and turned around.

Qin Ming, simultaneously attacking, also saw it and spoke: "What, are you reconsidering now?"

Big Red Dragon replied: "Not exactly... ah, tis’ not a female disguised as a male, what usefulness in keeping such a handsome old male dragon? Not of my kind, its heart must be different, just a Fire Lizard Dragon, slice it!"

Qin Ming noticed that the Big Red Dragon had a very strong "male competition" instinct. Was this truly the mount of the Master of Pu Gongbo Calligraphy, and what personality did that living Saint possess?

"Red Worm, wait for me!" The handsome man transformed from the Black Dragon glared at the Big Red Dragon fiercely, never forgetting to stab its eyes in attack, grinding its dragon teeth audibly.

Qin Ming was not careless, for this Barbarian Dragon’s performance exceeded his expectations. At key moments, it dared to risk everything, even blocking his sword light.

The black-haired man had a terrifying Dragon Energy circling outside his body, with blood light penetrating from within, blending together, boiling completely, thwarting Sword Evil.

The Black Dragon fought to the death, displaying immense Dragon Clan power, clashing directly against Pure Yang Flying Sword.

"That’s indeed the legendary dragon—Moraglon, being forced to this position; it shows how strong the Sword Cultivator truly is, far exceeding expectations!"

In front of the towering Black Tower, some prominent figures whispered.

In fact, knowing "One Sword" was so powerful, yet daring to face him in battle proved the Black Dragon was quite remarkable.

Its Dragon Soul roared, spiritual field and body resonated; divine runes appeared on its body surface, transforming into more impregnable Scale Armor, fighting with a Dragon Halberd in human form.

The normal Black Dragon compared to this increasingly divinized Black Dragon was simply like two different breeds.

Finally, Qin Ming deployed seven types of Sword Evil repeatedly, and penetrated its divine Scale Armor, severely injuring the frenzied Black Dragon, cutting it down into a pool of blood.

In front of the towering Black Tower, many true young people trembled and said, "The honorable Black Dragon Moraglon standing in the Divine Communication Domain, actually knocked down assertively by the opponent, life and death beyond his control!"

Even Qin Ming vaguely heard their debates, as this was a Sixth Realm dragon, with many legends about it in the distant places.

Qin Ming searched its body, looking for the presumed Treasure Leaf from the Tree of Life, but found nothing, only a pitch-black weapon—the Dragon Halberd.

At this point, the Black Dragon transformed back to its original form, covered in blood, still with unyielding intent, not surrendering.