Chapter 1136: Then I'll make a joke with you
The first one, three and six chapters, then I'll make a joke with you
With a cry, a strong wind swept from a distance, and the monks in the Great Dragon Emperor's Palace felt the huge momentum, and they knelt down and couldn't even lift their heads.
Battle Saint!
The crowd was shocked, and their eyes were filled with despair.
In the Great Dragon Emperor Dynasty, the strongest is the Battle Emperor Realm. Most of them are at the Battle King Realm and below, so how can they be the opponent of the Battle Saint Realm?
Long Chen's face was dignified to the extreme, and he looked up towards the sky, but saw a young man in a red robe standing volley in the sky, looking down at them, with a proud look.
His eyes were full of indifference, as if in his eyes, the people of the Great Dragon Emperor were a group of ants!
"Huh!" The young man in the red robe snorted coldly, and when he raised his hand, a palm slam slammed downward, and violent spirit power fluctuations swept in all directions.
"If I can't bear even 50% of my strength, then I don't have the right to live." The young man in the red robe said lightly, his icy eyes staring down, as if watching the destruction of a group of ants.
"Everyone back!"
At this time, a roar came, and Long Chen's body was dark and turbulent, and the void trembled suddenly, and a fine crack appeared.
Shenwei?
Everyone looked down in horror, and their eyes were full of incredible colors. What does it mean to exude supernatural power? People know very well, does Long Chen also possess a supernatural spirit of war?
How can a person of a small imperial dynasty possess a supernatural spirit of war?
"Interesting." The young man in the red robe squinted his eyes, his palms increased a bit more strength.
Even if Long Chen has a supernatural battle soul, in his opinion, it is only interesting. A kid in the late stage of the war, where can he go?
The palm gang has not yet fallen, the monks of the Great Dragon Emperor can no longer withstand the pressure of this palm, and many people explode, turning into a **** mist that fills the void.
The 50% power of the Battle Saint Realm has already surpassed the strength of the Half-Step Battle Saint, how can these low-level cultivators resist it?
Seeing the big dragon cultivators die one by one, Long Chen's eyes were filled with madness. Suddenly, the aura on his body changed drastically, and a huge black shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
From a distance, the black shadow is as high as forty or fifty feet, even the battle spirit of the Battle Saint Realm is nothing more than that, and the terrifying power is even worse than the battle spirit of the Battle Saint Realm.
At a glance, it looked like a black lion sitting in the sky, with clouds and mist in its mouth, and an invincible power radiated from it.
"The spirit of the gods, the ancient demon!" The young man in the red robe finally changed his color, his pupils trembled violently, and he displayed all his power without hesitation.
In his opinion, a person with a supernatural battle soul can never let him grow up, especially when he sees Long Chen's scarlet eyes, he is even more moved with a slaying heart.
If you don't kill him now, it will not be him who will kill Long Chen, but Long Chen will kill him.
He knows how terrifying a person with a god-level battle soul is. Since he has offended him, he must be killed immediately.
The young man in the fire red robe was very fortunate. Fortunately, he was in the battle sacred realm. Otherwise, he might not be able to win Long Chen.
boom!
Long Chen gritted his teeth, the ancient fiendish battle soul mobilized the soul power of his whole body, and smashed into the sky with monstrous power, and the terrible power collided in the void.
The young man in the fire red robe banged against Long Chen's chest, and the cracking sound of bone fracture continued to sound, very crisp, and the internal organs were not much better. The blood spurting out of his mouth was still encrusted with fragments of internal organs.
Long Chen's body flew upside down, slammed on the ground hundreds of feet away, spit out several mouthfuls of blood, his body was limp on the ground, and could no longer move.
"Emperor!" The people of the Great Dragon Emperor yelled, and many people quickly ran towards Long Chen, guarding Long Chen in the center.
"A group of ants!" Upon seeing this, the young man in the red robe gave a cold snort, and slapped his probing hand with another palm. He was very upset. There are still so many people guarding a dying person. If it were him, I guess The others were scared away.
Anyway, if you have already taken action, then just kill them happily and directly destroy this group of people. The Great Dragon Emperor must be under the control of the Temple of War.
"Protect the emperor!"
"The emperor was injured to protect us. Even if we die, we must die in front of the emperor."
"The son of a **** like the Temple of War will be retributed sooner or later!"
The crowd yelled, all surrounding Long Chen at the very center, and soon formed a wall of human flesh, even if it is dead, they are not willing to give in the slightest.
There were hot tears in Long Chen's red eyes. He wanted to scream loudly and make everyone back quickly. Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound at all.
The palm of the young man in the fire red robe nearly abolished his soul sea and shattered his whole meridians.
Even if he possesses a supernatural battle soul, he still has nothing in front of the real war saint.
The monks outside the Great Dragon Emperor saw this scene, frowning, and they were also infected by the atmosphere of the Great Dragon monk.
There is a question in their minds. If their master encounters this situation, will they rush to it?
The answer is no!
Many people showed unbearable expressions. Unfortunately, they represented the Temple of War Soul and Temple of War God. No one had ever dared to violate the order of Temple of War Soul and God of War. It was a pity that the emperor of the Great Dragon Emperor Dynasty.
Seeing the situation below, the young man in the fire red robe became more and more angry, and had an inexplicable jealousy towards Long Chen.
"Die."
The palm fell, and the young man in the red robe smiled indifferently. No matter how you are loved by others, you will not escape death in the end.
"Chichih~"
Suddenly, a beam of light whizzed from a distance and directly slammed into the palm gangway. The speed was incredible, and most people just felt a little cold.
Immediately afterwards, the vast palms split apart in vain, making a thumping sound, and then annihilated in the void, and gradually, the storm slowly calmed down.
"Who!" The young man in the red robe raised his brows and looked far away coldly.
There, two streamers approached extremely quickly and appeared above the imperial palace almost in the blink of an eye.
However, at the height of Long Chen and the others, there was a young man in a black robe standing, standing with one hand, holding a blood-colored long sword in one hand, and staring at him coldly.
"Xiao Fan!" The young man in the red robe screamed in surprise, his pupils trembling violently. For Xiao Fan, he had a heartfelt fear.
"You want to kill him?" Xiao Fan also recognized the young man in the red robe. He remembered that this person was standing next to Zhan Swift in the Asura Secret Realm.
Yes, the young man in the red robe was Zhan Baiyang, Xiao Fan knew the name from the memory of Sikong's hidden sword, but Xiao Fan didn't care about him at all.
However, now, this person actually wanted to kill Long Chen and destroy the dragon, but Xiao Fan was intent on killing.
He owes the Long Family too much, and now there is only one Long Chen left in the Long Family, how could Xiao Fan let him die?
"No, no, no, I didn't kill him, I just made a joke with him." Zhan Baiyang waved his hand quickly, his body continuously regressing.
"Are you kidding? Then I'll make a joke with you." Xiao Fan looked cold, and he had already learned how the people in the Temple of War look like.
As soon as the voice fell, he walked towards Zhan Baiyang step by step, killing intently.
