Qinglong!
The cyan dragon shadow is eye-catching and clear. Different from the previous dragon shadows, the cyan dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen.
The scales are lifelike, every detail is visible, the eyes are bright and lifelike.
The pure power of the king Qinglong made Xiao Chen look like a living ancient dragon behind him.
This is the result of the Wanlong Jue breaking through to the third level, the Wanlongs being unified, and his true name being written on the King's genealogy.
As soon as the green dragon appeared, all the princes and disciples in the core area couldn't help but look over.
The power of the king, the green dragon, permeates every corner, like water and mist, real and ethereal.
After penetrating into the bodies of warriors from all sides, it is difficult not to notice the fear and trembling it brings.
"this… "
Sikong Shu and Silver Dragon King, who had made an agreement with the Eighth Prince to attack Wang Fei together, were completely stunned.
Their bloodline is noble, far beyond the ordinary bloodline leaders of the ancient world, and they are very aware of the difference in Xiao Chen's dragon power.
"Miscellaneous dragon? This is really a hybrid dragon. Why don't I believe it..."
The Silver Dragon King trembled slightly, because of the seventh-grade Silver Dragon bloodline in his body, he actually felt a little afraid. It's like wanting to see a dragon, wanting to kneel down and prostrate. It's ridiculous.
Although the bloodline leaders of other divine beasts also felt fear deep in their hearts, they did not have the fear that touched the origin of the dragon warriors.
"Cyan? Could it be the lost dragon lineage?"
Sikong Shu recalled some secret records in the Martial God Palace, and his expression changed, becoming uncertain.
In the palace, the emperors and bosses obviously noticed the difference in the cyan dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen.
"It's very interesting. This is really the power of the king Shenlong, but there is no green dragon in the six veins of the Shenlong..."
"There were rumors in the past that the divine dragon had seven veins 50,000 years ago, but these rumors seem to have been deliberately wiped out. Even the major holy places have only sporadic records, making people wonder what happened."
"In this era of martial arts, who has such great ability? Can he coerce the major superpowers and turn this matter into a taboo?"
"This year's battle for the crown prince has seen one strange thing happen after another. I don't know what the sign is."
The princes and bigwigs from all walks of life looked puzzled, and at the same time they had some bad premonitions in their hearts.
There were also some big guys who looked solemn and did not dare to speak.
Although Qinglong's past is not taboo, the power that has been passed down for more than tens of thousands of years still knows something about it.
They even knew who had erased the news.
It is that terrifying existence that stands at the pinnacle of the martial arts era, and no one dares to talk about it, and no one dares to disobey it.
But now, the remnants of the Qinglong lineage that was wiped out by that person are actually born.
How can we not make these people who know the secret feel frightened and uneasy, and dare not say a word.
In the Cloud Palace, the ancestor of Taimiao saw the green dragon shadow. He was slightly startled, and then smiled calmly: "This era of martial arts has indeed come to an end. Even the clan that was wiped out by that person has come out openly. He should be weak." To what extent."
Emperor Yan, who was restrained by a group of elders, could not laugh. It seemed that the Yanwu Dynasty could not avoid the catastrophe mentioned by the abbot of Lingyin Temple.
Damn it... Why do these people think that the Demon Temple will be at their mercy!
In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.
The Ten Thousand Dragon Secrets in Xiao Chen's body were running wildly, and the vast sea of divine energy roared with thousands of dragon shadows, all of which were different.
Without giving Wang Fei another chance to strike with his sword, Xiao Chen jumped into the air almost as soon as the green dragon shadow appeared.
boom! From the sea of divine energy in his body, countless dragon shadows shot out, constantly escaping into the cyan dragon shadows.
The green dragon shadow behind him surged in power and roared, shocking all directions.
All dragons unite!
The figure flew across the sky, Xiao Chen lightly stepped on the Dynasty Sword Qi that was blocked by Xiao Suo and other five people, and there were already traces of cracks.
As if he was transformed into a green dragon, Xiao Chen's foot fell, and the blue dragon shadow that reached the sky and the earth overlapped with it, and the dragon's claws attached to his legs.
With one kick falling, this ray of sword light derived from the heritage of the 100,000-year-old dynasty seemed to have been slapped hard by the ancient green dragon.
Click!
The sword light, which already had slight cracks, shattered instantly, and a dynasty was reduced to ashes in the surprised eyes of everyone.
"Pfft!"
Above the altar, the originally unscrupulous, unruly, and self-centered eldest prince could be seen.
Blood poured out of his mouth and fell heavily, and the bright holy light dimmed at an incredible speed.
Kingly... That's it, he can become stronger quickly, and he can also decline at a faster speed.
Wang Fei, who was a little dumbfounded, kept falling down and his head went blank.
"First Prince, don't panic. His kick seems easy, but in fact he has been accumulating power for a long time. There won't be such a terrifying blow in a short time. You quickly take advantage of the power of the king's way to still shine brightly, and attack the remaining two The altar is destroyed."
At the critical moment, Master Xi's voice woke up Wang Fei like a wake-up call.
"Yes, that's right. I still have a chance. If I want to make up for the current trauma, I have to continue to plunder. I can't lose! I can't lose!"
Wang Fei's eyes showed a look of madness, and when he was about to fall completely off the altar, he let out a heart-rending cry.
"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"
The originally overbearing eight words in the roar seemed a bit tragic and crazy in Wang Fei's mouth.
The bright holy light derived from the King's Avenue on the altar suddenly went out, and Wang Fei's eyes turned red.
A sword thrust out, and his great power, divine energy, soul power... everything about him was blocked by this last sword.
After issuing this sword, he seemed to have aged a hundred years, and his eyes were red.
Pushing myself completely into a desperate situation.
call out!
The dynasty sword light that erupted from Yanhuang's sword split into two and headed towards the altar where the remaining sixth and eleventh princes were.
Two rays of imperial sword light carry everything about Wang Fei, his will, his ambition, his madness, and even his life!
Compared with the sword light that the Ninth Prince faced just now, it was even more powerful.
The expressions of the eleventh prince and the sixth prince changed drastically, and their faces simultaneously turned into an ugly chicken liver color.
He was still thinking that having the Ninth Prince block the sword for him would definitely buy some time for the two of them, and he was still chuckling just now.
Right now, he even wants to die.
The scene just now has confirmed that although the eldest prince is terrifyingly strong, his voice and power alone can rival the emperor at the peak of the Seven Meridians.
But it also shows that he is not so strong that it is unreasonable and invincible.
As long as brothers work together, have the courage to live and die together, have the courage to move forward, and have blood that never boils, they can catch this sword.
But he couldn't afford to gamble on either, and his disciples simply couldn't achieve the determination of Xiao Suo and others to never look back.
No one can be sure that others will abandon them and pick them up by force. They will definitely go their separate ways and die in an ugly way.
The two of them did not dare to bet, and said unwillingly almost at the same time: "Back off!"
boom!
In an instant, the two altars shattered, and two huge and astonishing waves of dragon essence were released. Like a hurricane, it poured towards Wang Fei in a steady stream.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Amidst the wild laughter, Wang Fei stopped falling and rose slowly.
On the altar, the holy light that had been extinguished erupted again with an even brighter light.
Putting all his sword on the line not only brought Wang Fei back to the top, but also brought him to a higher level.
"Can't wait any longer, kill!"
The Eighth Prince and Thirteenth Prince, who were still watching, turned pale with fright when they saw this scene.
I don't dare to wait any longer, I have to fight to the death. It's reached the point where it's either you die or I live.
The eldest prince has forced the two of them to the edge of the cliff, and they must fight if they don't want to fight!
Faye Wong smiled contemptuously, not taking it to heart at all, and said calmly: "Stop them."
The mysterious man Xi waved his sleeves lightly, and the Green Lotus Saint and the Black-faced Saint led several magic masters to greet him respectively.
The crazy battle between emperors started in an instant with lightning speed.
Whether it is Daoxuan of the Divine Sword Pavilion under the Eighth Prince, and Wen Renyu, the Holy Son of Xuanguang; or the Silver Dragon King and Sikong Shu under the Thirteenth Prince, they can all be called super powerful.
With extremely terrifying strength, just one person can turn the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb upside down.
Now, these people joined forces to kill the eldest prince.
At this point, the battle for the crown prince has gradually gotten out of control, making people on the sidelines feel a little scared for some unknown reason.
"Xiao Chen, thank you for giving me a good fortune. Otherwise, I don't know when I will be able to break through the shackles of this king's realm!"
Wang Fei, whose strength had obviously improved greatly, looked at Xiao Chen with a smile, but deep in his eyes, there was an extremely cold murderous intent.
"Brother..."
On the altar, Xiao Suo had already fallen down and looked at Xiao Chen worriedly.
He was covered in injuries, and his right arm was almost useless, swinging feebly.
Wumeng and others, with pale faces, supported Xiao Suo, and their condition was also bad.
Xiao Chen, who was surrounded by a green dragon, looked at Wang Fei expressionlessly, thoughts in his mind like lightning.
It has to be said that this Wang Fei is indeed a ruthless person, and even faced death when he was about to die.
Facing a more powerful opponent, Xiao Chen couldn't think of any other way to compete with him, apart from pulling out Tianshang again, not to mention the Dragon Gate Forbidden Technique.
But in order to rescue Wang Yan, Tianshang had already pulled out once before, consuming most of his divine energy and soul power.
I just stepped on the sword and shattered it, and the damage was also not small.
Pulling out Tianshang, a forbidden treasure that is comparable to a top-grade soul weapon, before he has recovered will definitely overdraw his body and damage his origin.
What's more, even if Tianshang is pulled out, the chance of winning is still only 50%.
Should I pull this knife out or not
pull!
Xiao Chen, who had the battle between heaven and man in his mind, made his decision without any hesitation.
The forbidden treasure Tianshang reappeared in his hand, with the horizontal knife in front and Xiao Chen holding the handle.
"Brother, we can't draw the sword anymore!"
On the altar, Xiao Suo's face changed slightly when he saw this, and he roared.
Forbidden treasure... a forbidden word that distinguishes it from ordinary secret treasures. Naturally, one should not act recklessly, otherwise Xiao Chen would have drawn his sword all the way and killed him until the sky was dark.
In the holy fire, Wang Yan, who was nervously refining the Yanhuang Sword, opened his eyes, saw Xiao Chen's actions, and his expression changed wildly.
"No..."
But as soon as the words left his mouth, they were interrupted by a flash of sword light, and Shang was seen unsheathed that day.
The dazzling light of the sword was as bright as the sun. When the sword came out half an inch, the sky shattered ten feet.
"I accept your righteousness and draw your sword for you!"
[March 8, I wish the girls who watch Xianwu a happy holiday. In my heart, you are the most beautiful... I wrote the last eight words of this chapter, and in the endless loneliness, endless guilt kept pouring out from the bottom of my heart.]