In the sixth round of the final battle, Tenglong Huangcheng Qi Ling not only selected Yang Fan, the first evildoer he has always loved, but also won one of the ten most seeded evildoers, True Dragon Sage, True Dragon Wushuang.
Suddenly, the huge battlefield boiled again.
Yang Fan's strength is undoubtedly invincible, invincible and unparalleled, it is simply an incomprehensible monster.
True Dragon Saint Son, True Dragon Wushuang, is also not an easy generation. Legend has it that the true dragon bloodline in his body is as high as eight layers. It is the first evildoer in the True Dragon Holy Land in nearly a million years. Besides being able to stabilize the balance, the little sword god Ximen Piaoxue was inferior.
This battle is bound to be extremely exciting, and even its level of excitement will surpass the previous one.
Quartet stands.
"Good! Good! Good! It's another visual feast. This time, Qi Ling has finally done a good thing!!!"
"Okay! The True Dragon Sage has arrived at the Dragon Breaking Stage, and the two are about to start fighting. I don't know who will be better?"
"Even though the Son of True Dragon is also a peerless evildoer in the world, it is still inferior to the monster of Yang Fan. The battle between the two should be two to eight. Son of True Dragon, Yang Fan eight!!! "
"Indeed! Yang Fan's monster is too enchanting, it's not human!!!"
Countless warriors talked about it, but most warriors are still more optimistic about Yang Fan. There is no way, but Yang Fan’s performance in the first battle was too amazing. True Dragon Saint Son, True Dragon Wushuang, although enchanting, is just better than Xiaojian. Shen Ximen Piaoxue is better, it is easy to defeat the little sword god Ximen Piaoxue, but it is difficult to kill Ximen Piaoxue to the town like Yang Fan.
Defeating and killing, the difference between one word, is a matter of two concepts!!!
Eight sacred camps.
"Damn! I look down on my Wushuang disciples, a bunch of things with no beaded eyes, and keep your dog eyes wide open to see clearly. My Wushuang disciples are not as simple as you think." The real dragon holy master's eyes flashed with sullenness. , Cursed.
"Brother Baitian, is there anything to hide behind being a Wushuang nephew?" The Lord of the Nine Suns looked at the True Dragon Sage Master with some curiosity. Like everyone else, he didn't think much about True Long Wushuang, and True Long Wushuang was there. In his opinion, compared to Simon Piaoxue, at most it is a little better than the first line. There is not much difference between the two. If two people fight, it is likely to be forty or six. Ximen Piaoxue is four. , True Dragon Wushuang Liu, just because of the face of True Dragon Saint Lord, he didn't say anything.
"Brother Renwang, you'll find out in a moment!!!" The true dragon saint smiled mysteriously, and said, "Come on to my Wushuang disciple, the death of that little beast is not far away!!!"
On the Broken Dragon Platform.
Yang Fan and Zhenlong Wushuang are hundreds of feet apart, and face each other far away.
Today, True Dragon Wushuang is wearing a set of black dragon scale armor, with a terrifying aura. Just stop there, and immediately let people have a kind of ancient charm. His aura is tyrannical and frightening, in all directions. , The space of large ~ large ~ slices began to burst and collapse completely... All over his body, in every pore cell, there was a kind of cruel evil spirit lurking in him, with a little will. There are those who are not strong, I am afraid that before the war starts, they will be timid before the battle. Ten levels of combat power will not be able to display one level.
On the contrary, it was Yang Fan, as always, calm and calm, without showing a trace of sharpness, and people who didn't know, thought he was an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts.
at this time... ... ..
Zhen Long Wushuang's eyes suddenly turned, and there was an unspeakable surprise. His entire facial expression was convulsed, and his body was trembling slightly because of excitement. He raised his eyes to the sky, and suddenly burst into a wanton laughter. "Hahaha... God has eyes, Yang Fan, I finally let this seat catch you, after today, your points, your chances, all your points, your chances, all belong to this seat, hahaha... . ... ."
At this moment, it seems that even the death of the cousin of the true dragon indestructible suddenly becomes unimportant. Yang Fan can have the power to rival and even crush many seeds of evil spirits when he is less than twenty years old. To say that there is no chance of weeping ghosts and gods, even stupid ~ I don't believe it.
As long as he could rob Yang Fan's chance, it was only a matter of time before he surpassed Zhen Wu Shengzi, and even surpassed the great emperors.
"If you want my chance, it's your waste?" Yang Fan curled his lips in disdain. Even if this True Dragon Warrior is stronger than Simon Piaoxue, it is still limited. What's more, the current self, his cultivation base has broken through again. A small realm.
"The little beast with the sharp teeth, I really thought that he would be able to run wild if he defeated the snow of Ximen, and he was defiant?!!!" Zhenlong Wushuang smirked with infinite murder in his eyes, "Soon! This seat will let you? Know what despair is!!!"
Without waiting for Yang Fan to speak, Zhenlong Wushuang's body shook slightly. In an instant, from his body, a monstrous dragon aura, mixed with the ancient dragon's chant, the entire Broken Dragon Platform, seemed to be full of the dragon's breath. Obscured.
Zhenlong Wushuang's whole body convulsed~ and his unparalleled power, like a landslide and tsunami, breeds within the body of Zhenlong Wushuang, causing his whole body to surge wildly, rising steadily, as if it was endless.
And inside his body, the earth was turned upside down, every meridian in his body was rapidly expanding, three times... five times... ten times... one hundred times. .. ... .. Thousands of times..... Thousands of times... ... .. It seems like a series of peerless dragons, swimming in the sea of human bodies.
"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"... ... ...
On the surface of Zhenlong Wushuang's skin, gleaming golden dragon scales emerged. ,
His body began to rise.
"Incarnate as a half-dragon?" Yang Fan quietly watched the changes of True Dragon Wushuang, with a faint trace of disdain in his eyes. This is not the first time he has seen this trick, whether it is True Dragon Wuxian or that white dragon son. Bai Chen had all used it before. Although Zhenlong Wushuang was quite powerful, there was not much surprise.
But at this moment...
"Aw..."
A trembling dragon chant, resounding through the Eight Desolations.
"Rumble..."
A pair of ferocious dragon horns suddenly emerged from the top of the true dragon's indestructible head. Almost at the same time, its entire head also became a dragon head. This is not over yet, it has risen to a body of three hundred meters. Raise the height again, to be exact, it should be elongated, three hundred feet... .. five hundred feet... .. eight hundred feet... ..
"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"... ... ..
All the limbs were transformed into sharp and unparalleled dragon claws, and they were powerful, as if they could smash the stars with a wave of hands, and a huge golden dragon tail was also pulled out at once.
In an instant, the stalwart aura of the Primordial Desolation broke out completely and swept the world.
Finally, the true dragon Wushuang transformed into a dragon, which was different from the half-dragon of the two true dragons, but the true sacred beast golden dragon, the ancient golden dragon with a length of thousands of feet, entrenched in the sky.
Long Yin bursts.
The breath is so lofty, arrogant, ignoring all life, I alone dominate, and the world is king! ! !
Quartet stands.
"Transformation dragon! This is the real transformation dragon!!!"
"Hs... I looked down upon the true dragon saint son, the true dragon bloodline in his body is not the legendary eighth layer at all, it is likely to be the ninth layer, or even more!!!"
"What a true dragon saint son, the hiding is really deep enough, if we hadn't run into the monster Yang Fan, we would still be kept in the dark by him!!!"
Countless warriors exclaimed again and again. The same is the body of the dragon, the body of the dragon, and the complete transformation into the beast and real dragon are completely two concepts. They are not the same at all. They are half dragons. If you want to fully transform into a real dragon, you must have at least nine layers of true dragon blood. At this time, the true dragon son is not much worse than the real dragon, and of course it is the growth stage of the true dragon. The real dragon, not the adult sacred beast real dragon, otherwise, there is no need to fight it, and Yang Fan can be crushed and smashed into dregs by his momentum alone.
You must know that adult sacred beasts are at least the emperor's combat power, and sacred beast kings like real dragons are among the best.
However, even if it is only a growing-up dragon, its strength is still terrifying, and it can be called the strongest invincible emperor. Under the supreme quasi-emperor, few people will be its opponents.
"I am afraid that the winning percentage will be reversed..."
Participate in Tianjiao seats.
Zhenwu Shengzi Zhenwuxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a solemn touch was drawn, "True Dragon Warriors, is this your trump card? You are qualified to let me fight with all my strength."
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The third one has been sent, and the sixty flowers have been added. Finally, I can sleep, and my eyes are a little bit too open.