Chapter 1917: Another sandbag

Boo~

As Hanyu Xiaotian’s fingers met the tip of the black dragon prince’s gun, a slight explosion came out~

This explosion was not the same as the sacred six-heavy eight-horse desolation collapse of the Celestial Warrior Master, but a small fluctuation that was dull to the extreme.

This wave of volatility was just a small black spot that cannot be found at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, it stretches from point to surface to tear away the space, with the meaning of endless destruction, spreading to the endless distance~

Finally, the unstoppable, overbearing and supreme will of the Dragon Spear stopped at the tip of Han Yu Xiaotian's fingers!

The dragon roars, domineering rolls ~

The will that swallows everything and makes everything surrender and retreat is still like an emperor, tyrannical!

But in front of the slender index finger opposite, he couldn't get in...

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"What? You... how could it be... it's impossible!"

Seeing the other party's light and breezy expression, and seeing Hanyu Xiaotian's unusual finger, the hideous smile of Prince Heilong instantly solidified, revealing an expression like seeing a ghost.

He almost condensed his whole body strength, and even contains the horrible shot of the ancient magic dragon law will, but he can't fight the opponent's finger?

How is this possible?

Could it be~

After gaining the inheritance of the ancient magic dragon tomb, the gap between him and Hanyu Xiaotian, who should have been invincible in the mountains and seas, seemed to be wider than when he was in the Earth Ancient Summer Academy...

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Looking at the finger in front of his dragon's spear, and the other's indifferent expression, the black dragon prince who couldn't accept this gap in his heart completely roared again, and the meaning of the dragon surged again!

"Black Dragon Hundred Demon Fist, dominate the world!"

The spear of the dragon suddenly disappeared from the hands of the black dragon prince, and then, his hands covered with scaly scales and bone spurs suddenly turned into countless sacred dragons, and suddenly burst out!

In the void, the roar of the magic dragon suddenly became loud, and within a radius of 300 meters between the two of them, it suddenly turned into pitch black, and the cracks in the space made a continuous crackling sound.

Then, in that pitch-black space, hundreds of huge and terrifying pitch-black magic dragons broke through layers of space, submerging the space in front of Han Yu Xiaotian's body in that ‘Black Dragon Hundred Demon Fist’!

The last move of Demon Dragon Dao's supreme eight-style dragon fist, and also the most terrifying move, was used by the Black Dragon Prince...

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"Oh, yes, it's about the same as the Great Warrior that day..."

Facing the black dragon prince's fury, Han Yu Xiaotian ‘praised’ the opponent with his eyelids jumping.

Then, a starry sky rose in front of the eyes of the black dragon prince, instantly tearing apart the dark space enveloped by his'Black Dragon Hundred Demon Fist', and at the same time countless fists shining with various stars and profound meaning fluctuations met his black dragon. Hundred Demon Fist...

It was like beating the extremely martial master that day. At this moment, facing the black dragon prince, Han Yu Xiaotian once again smashed with an old fist...

As a result, in the horrific fluctuations of the sound shocking in all directions, the increasingly frightened Black Dragon Prince soon turned into a sandbag like the Great Warrior that day~

This time, Hanyu Xiaotian didn't have the time and patience to talk to the black dragon prince on the mystery and discuss whether the mystery was correct. Instead, he took a tough shot.

Don't you want to make the world and all things surrender?

Well then.

I will let you surrender...

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