Half a month is just a blink of an eye for a warrior.
For the young master of the Xihai Dragon Palace who has been waiting for this day for a long time, no, it should be said that the young master of the Blood Clothes Sect is evil, but his days are like years, and he is impatient.
Outside the entire sea area of Tianxing Island, there are densely packed bloody battleships parked, and the battle flag of the Bloody Clothes Sect is hung on each battleship.
At a glance, it looked like a thick cloud of blood falling onto the ocean.
The Blood Clothes Sect has a mighty voice and a rainbow-like momentum.
Among the densely packed battleships, there are eleven main ships, one each for the Seven Colored Dragons, and one for each of the four dragon kings. Among them, the battleship where the Dragon King Sha Lang of the West Sea is located is the flagship.
After integrating the forces left behind by Neptune, the Blood Clothes Sect became unprecedentedly powerful and reached its peak. Except for the poor background, it is already comparable to the Immortal Holy Land, or even worse.
In the distant sky, there were many warriors, as well as people from the holy land, who were closely observing the Blood Robe Sect's every move.
Of course, these people are not here to help, they just want to rely on this battle to find out the strength of the Blood Clothes Sect.
The current Azure Dragon King is not the one who was at the top of his game five years ago. People from all the major holy places have chosen to sit back and watch.
Many of them have evil thoughts and hope for the best outcome, in which both sides will lose.
"Young Master, the people in Longmen have not responded yet and are unwilling to hand over Xiao Chen." On the flagship, a messenger knelt on the deck to report.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Sha Feng's mouth, and he turned back to look at his father, who was sitting on the king's chair, and said, "Father, this Dragon Gate doesn't know how to praise others, so there is no need for you to be polite to them."
Shalang was wearing a bloody battle armor, his eyes were flashing with a strange red light, and he had a heart-stopping aura, which made him look majestic and mysterious.
"Pass my order, the three dragon kings and the seven-colored dragon princes will land on the island, besiege the city, and bloodbath the dragon gate!"
"Got the order!"
Immediately, the messenger on the flagship took out the messenger talisman and conveyed Sha Lang's order.
According to the arrangement that had been planned, densely packed battleships rose into the sky, floating like blood clouds, and flew towards Tianxing Island very quickly. Each battleship was covered with densely packed red clothes. Musha.
In the city lord's palace, Mo Chen, Lan Tianqi and other Longmen elders were ready to go, eager to fight.
In the courtyard outside the mansion, the Dragon Gate warriors have already gathered on the Dragon Gate battleships. The uniform Dragon Gate battleships are filled with disciples who are willing to sacrifice for the Dragon Gate at any time. These were once the aborigines of Tianxing Island.
Thanks to the help of Xiao Chen and Mo Chen, he is able to achieve what he is today. He has gone through many hardships with Longmen and is loyal to Longmen. He may go through fire and water at any time.
"Miss Mo, can't the Thirteen Black Sea Thieves and the Martial God Palace come?" Jin Lin asked worriedly.
It was originally expected that these two major forces could help at a critical moment, but who knew that there would be a sudden riot in the Black Sea. The Thirteen Thieves who were originally stationed in the city had to return to defense urgently, otherwise their hometown might be cut off.
As for the Martial God Palace, the demons suddenly attacked. The Martial God Palace and the Shinto Alliance were fighting at the same time in the starry sky.
It's hard to believe that this is just a simple coincidence.
"We can't come, we have to rely on ourselves." Mo Chen replied softly with a heavy face.
Unexpectedly, it would be difficult as scheduled.
Boom, boom, boom!
As footsteps sounded, a disciple of the Dragon Gate quickly ran in and said: "City Lord, the people from the Blood Clothes Sect are here. They have surrounded the entire Tianlong City, including the three dragon kings, the Seven Color Dragon Marquis, and the deputy sect leader of the Blood Clothes Sect. , all gathered at the east city gate."
"Go to war!"
Mo Chen stood up without any hesitation. She had only one belief in her heart.
Unable to give in, the Longmen built by Xiao Chen himself was destroyed in the hands of this group of people.
She didn't want to see a shabby dragon gate when Xiao Chen came back.
She remembered that Brother Xiao Chen left with a smile, and came back with a smile when he was interviewed.
The previously heavy Longmen Wu Lao in the main hall suddenly stood up without any hesitation. Since they agreed to come back in the first place, these people have no intention of becoming deserters, no matter who the enemy is!
After leaving the main hall, he looked up at the sky. A red cloud formed a circle around Tianlong City.
It's really airtight and watertight. Although the city gate is not broken, it is protected by a formation, and these people cannot attack. But a large cloud of blood seemed to put a lot of psychological pressure on people.
"Go to the east city gate."
Mo Chen said lightly, and several Longmen battleships parked above the city lord's mansion rose into the sky. Like an arrow, it flew towards the city gate quickly and decisively.
"Let's go too."
After Mo Chen finished speaking, he soared into the sky, his feet stepping on the heavenly treasure mirror, like a burning meteor, piercing the sky.
The others used their own methods, and their speed was much faster than that of the Longmen battleship.
The latter arrived first and rushed to the east city.
Above the city gate, the guard had already looked serious, looking at the red clouds in the sky with a calm expression.
"City Lord, the young master of the Blood Clothes Sect wants to kill you."
The commander of Dongcheng walked over quickly, cupped his hands and said.
"I'll go meet him."
Mo Chen took a step forward, came to the edge of the city wall, and looked down. I happened to see Sha Feng riding on a horse and surrounded by people.
Behind them, three dragon kings and seven-colored dragon princes, each with a team, looked at the people on the city wall with murderous looks on their faces.
Farther away, Dragon King Shalang of the West Sea did not land on the island. Staying far behind, everything seems to be well understood.
Looking at the high wall, Mo Chen really stood up. Sha Feng's eyes lit up and he showed a meaningful smile.
After becoming emperor, Mo Chen's veil has been taken off. The most beautiful woman in the Yunhai Region in the past, now has outstanding grace and noble temperament, even better than before.
Many people were stunned when they saw Wei Wei and were extremely jealous of Xiao Chen.
He has become a useless person, but there is still such a peerless beauty who is willing to stay with him and guard the dragon gate without giving up.
"City Master Mo, you finally came out. I thought you were just like Xiao Chen." Sha Feng said with a smile as he was sure of his victory.
Mo Chen was not humble and did not say a word, and responded calmly: "Master Sha, I have already said that Brother Xiao is not in Tianlong City. Even if he is really there, the people in Longmen will never put Brother Xiao Chen in danger. middle."
"Haha, what a good excuse, who doesn't know? Xiao Chen jumped off the Imperial Road and was hit by a great disaster. Now he is a useless person, hiding in Tianlong City."
Shafeng sneered and said in a solemn tone.
"Young Master, there's no need to talk nonsense with them. Let's go catch this bitch in person, torture her, and we'll get the result."
A person beside him rose into the air, like lightning, and flew towards the east city, directly towards Mo Chen.
This person is wearing a blood-clothed battle armor with a brand name, and his name is Wu Yun. He is one of the core elders of the Blood-clothed Sect, and his cultivation has reached the level of the sixth-level Heavenly King.
"Arrogant!"
On the city wall, Gong Yangyu stood on tiptoe, holding a heavy black iron rod, facing this person, and dropped the rod.
"Young junior, you dare to fight with me!"
Wu Yun laughed wildly, and without evading, Jing punched away.
bump!
This punch hit the iron bar, making a dull and loud noise, like thunder on the ground, making people's eardrums buzz.
Shafeng's expression changed slightly and he said softly: "It's him, Gong Yangyu, the number one person in Tianxing Haicun Dao!"
After the words fell, Wu Yun in the sky was careless, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was directly knocked out by the stick.
His arms were numb, the force from the stick spread out, and half of his body was a little stiff.
"It turns out that your cultivation at the peak of the Sixth Heaven was achieved by relying on external objects, but that's all!"
Gong Yangyu decided to beat the drowned dog, waving the long stick with one hand, and the black iron rod spun like a hurricane.
Rumble, the iron rod rotates, causing the sound of endless wind and thunder, causing thunder clouds to form.
call out!
When the iron rod stopped rotating, Gongyang Yu's rod fell, and thousands of lightnings shot out from the thundercloud. Gong Yangyu's body quickly disappeared until it appeared again.
Wu Yun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out wildly. A blood hole appeared on his chest, and blood spattered wildly.