Vol 3 Chapter 2371: We are heroes!

There are glaring lights, such as the glory of the day, illuminating the entire battlefield of the last blood, across two million miles, you can feel the dazzling glare.
Because the light is too dazzling, so that people appear to be blind for a short time, except for glare, nothing can be seen.
When the glare is exhausted, Luo Yunyun is surprised: "The bright road! It is the righteous warrior, the end of the blood battlefield, how can there be a righteous warrior, these people do not want to die?"
A group of people, Wang Weiwei, after awakening, the eyebrows are also worried, and they are somewhat uneasy.
"How could this be?"
"Does he think of King Luo? What a terrible light field is stronger than the power of the Eight Emperors."
Although the light appears short-lived, unlike the lasting power of the holy device, the power that can erupt is stronger than the holy device.
Luo Shuyun and other Shura martial artists can't help but feel uneasy. Anyone in this situation will worry about the safety of King Luo.
Xiao Chen’s look has returned to calm. Before he came, he heard rumors that there was a righteous warrior in the battlefield.
However, these people are hiding very well, mixed in the magic road, and actually mixed up.
The magical road is also a human race, and the righteous monk is also a human race, mixed in it, just be careful to hide the breath, it is difficult for outsiders to find out without paying attention.
Coupled with this blood battlefield, it is full of anger and chaos, which easily disturbs the perception of the warrior.
"Let's go, this place is not safe."
Xiao Chen said softly, Luo Xiaoyun and others did not see, but he saw the King Luo Luo was hit by people.
Now I don’t know what the situation is. I can be sure that Luo Hao Wang is certainly unable to control the situation.
"No, I am going to find my father. I will not go. My father must have an accident. I am going to save him."
Luo Xiaoyun’s look is flustered and his eyes are red. It may be the father and son’s induction, which makes him feel that the situation is very bad.
It’s also terrible to say it. Before I came, Luo Xiaoyun didn’t know anything.
I really thought that my father just took him to meet the world, and did not even think that such a cruel thing would happen.
Xiao Chen slightly frowned, emotionally understanding Luo Xiaoyun, can be rationally right now.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Luo Xiaoyun left the leg and could fall into the Tai Chi force field of Xiao Chen. It was difficult to move, and the whole body was surging, yelling, or not.
"Damn, let me go, let me go." Luo Xiaoyun screamed and screamed at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen was too lazy to pay attention, calmly told: "Catch him, let us go."
A group of people, Wang Weiwei, know that Xiao Chen’s approach is correct at the moment, and his heart is dissatisfied with Xiao Chen, but he still does it.
Luo Luoyun suddenly came up with a temper, Shen Sheng said: "Let go, whoever dares to move me, I will die for you to see."
"Little prince, don't be stubborn, listen to Mr. Xiao, let's go."
"Yeah, with the strength of the king, self-protection and worry-free. When he comes out, if he sees the little prince, you have trouble, then it is troublesome."
Luo Yunyun’s death is not the same, he has been jealous, his father must have an accident, and something must have happened.
Xiao Chen sighed softly: "Because of him, we are here to wait for King Luo."
He understands Luo Xiaoyun, a child in his twenties, and after his emotions erupt, he will inevitably lose his mind.
Forcibly taken away, maybe it will cause bad things.
That's it, then that's it.
Xiao Chen’s heart was helpless, and Luo Hao Wang really gave him a chore.
I am too lazy to take care of other things. Xiao Chen closes her eyes and cultivates her heart on the back of the blood.
Only the Taiji force field was exiled, and Luo Yiyun could not break free if he tried his best.
If he is tired, he will naturally stop.
After an hour, Xiao Chen fiercely opened his eyes, and he saw a battlefield filled with thick fog. There was a horrible magical power coming in his direction.
If you carefully feel it, you can see that this trend has actually been forced to the end.
Hard to hold a sigh of relief, rushing in the road.
Sure enough, after the gods can sense it, Xiao Chen discovered that this trend is coming from Luo Yuwang.
He is desperately coming to this place, and behind him, a group of emperors are chasing after him.
Surprisingly, Xuantian Shengzi and Mu Yunzhu also have ancient jade cold, even among these people. These magical monks, the imperial monarchs, and the righteous warriors, even joined forces to chase the king.
On the back of the blood, Xiao Chen thoughtfully, Luo Qian Wang Qiang took the fire of the true God?
If you want to think about it, only this possibility will allow several parties to let go of the dispute and deal with Luo Wang.
boom!
A gust of wind hits and swayes the magical fog, and the figure of Luo Yuwang appears in the eyes of Xiao Chen and others.
I saw that it was covered in bruises, especially the huge wounds of white mysterious light on the chest, which was most shocking.
Along the way, it is hard to create a road, far away, like a river across thousands of miles.
"father."
Some of the lost Luo Yunyun, completely broke out, tears DC. Xiao Chen dissipated to Tai Chi, and Luo Xiaoyun broke out and ran wildly.
"Protection, King Luo!"
A group of people, Wang Weiwei, had already been unable to withstand and rushed out, trying to block the group of emperors.
Luo Yuwang saw Luo Xiaoyun, a handsome face squeezed out of the silk smile, leaped into the air, came to Luo Xiaoyun's body.
Hey!
The moment that can be reached, the plop will not fall to the ground, spit out three blood, coughing non-stop.
The screams rang, and the Guardian of the King, who had the power to resist in the emperor, died in an instant. But this group of people, the king guards are also enough, even before they die, they choose to blew themselves. For a time, those emperors are also a little tricky.
Hey!
The blood of the devil turned into a light, and came to the side of Luo Yuyun and Luo Yuwang, and Luo Yuwang could not speak. One hand, clutching Luo Xiaoyun's hand, the other hand clasped, and there was no sign of letting go.
"Cloud... child..."
Luo Yunyun looked at Xiao Chen, crying red eyes: "Predecessors, can you save my father? I beg you, I beg you."
Xiao Chen’s heart is not good, and the three-dimensional emperor is so easy to die.
Handing over the fire of the true God, this group of people really dared to kill him, and the king of Luo Yi was also a strong man of the old generation.
The children's family, just like the death of life, makes his nose a bit sour.
Luo Xiaoyun spoke in the mouth, Luo Hao Wang has appeared to be weak, and tried to look up and look at Xiao Chen.
Needless to say at the moment, Xiao Chen knows what he wants to say from his eyes.
It is nothing more than letting him protect Luo Yunyun and let him inherit the inheritance of the true God.
Xiao Chen has no time to show his temperament, but his temperament is thin, but he is a Tianmeng person after all. He only needs to take away the Tianmen sacred objects at this moment.
There is no need to provoke other troubles, and adventures are so enemies with so many emperors.
King Luo Yi couldn't speak, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes. It seems that the vitality has begun to dissipate.
If you die, even if your body is not in trouble, what is the difference with the dead.
His last look, touched, is the weakest and softest thing in Xiao Chen’s heart.
Xiao Chen thinks of the virtual world, thinks of the demon cloud temple, and faces Liu Ruyue for five years, and has pains of suffering.
I remembered myself, and my heart broke out like a living dead.
The end of the ancient blood battlefield, the magic fog is difficult to eliminate, the wind is not endless, the dark clouds last forever, the blood is high. In the whistling wind, there is a dead soul that has passed away. It seems to sing the sad songs of the past, and watch the story of today with a cold eye.
The sad song is always there, the battlefield has not changed, the story is still the story of the year, but the hero hero, changed wave after wave. One day, sooner or later, we will all become heroes, and we will become legends, let future generations swear our stories.
King Luo, are you also a temper?
Then I will help you once in the morning, under the fight, Xiao Chen nodded silently.
Luo Wei Wang saw Xiao Chen nod, put it down, and finally closed his eyes. The left hand, which has been clenched and clasped, is loose, and the black flame suddenly breaks away from the bondage, rises slowly, and floats in the air.
The Dark Lord is always associated with fear, but this black flame, dazzling, like a jewel of pure stars, seems to be somewhat sacred.
More than a dozen emperors in the rear, suddenly crazy, but the group of people Wang Guard has not died, still blew himself, do not dare to move forward.
Only Luo Xiaoyun holding Luo Wang, crying to die, this silly boy did not even know what his father and Xiao Chen reached.
If Bai Longwang is here, I will be thankful, but fortunately, my daughter is born. It’s really mad to have such a stupid son.
"Don't cry, your father is not dead."
Xiao Chen jumped down and grabbed the fire of the true god. The other hand mentioned Luo Xiaoyun and Luo Yuwang on the back of the blood.
When Luo Xiaoyun heard Xiao Chen’s words, he was not angry at all. He said:
Predecessors, my father is fine?

Xiao Chen explained to the students and said in a long story: "Your father is only overweight, the body enters automatic protection, and chooses to sleep. When you recover, you will naturally wake up. Don't talk, don't ask, the crown will be taken down."
There is not enough IQ and it is hard to communicate.
Luo Xiaoyun did not dare to say more, listening to his father is fine, let go of his heart, according to the words of Xiao Chen, the crown will be removed.
Xiao Chen took over the crown and squinted at the dying man guard, calmly said: "Let's go, don't be stupid enough to jump, you and your father will have nothing to do."
Luo Yunyun woke up: "Predecessors, what about you? Let's go with us, I will take you to the Luofu Palace."
It’s true that you have good intentions, but you don’t have a brain.
Xiao Chen is helpless, I am going with you, are you still leaving?
I am too lazy to explain, open my left hand and look at the fire of the true of this ancient demon. Then fierce shots, forcing the fire of the inheritance and the fire of divinity, isolated.
Gently, the fire of the inheritance of the ancient demon, broke into the eyebrows of Luo Yunyun.
Without waiting for a scream, the blood of the devil turned into a flame and went to the sky.
The inheritance of the ancient demon, Xiao Chen can not see the eye, but it is the divinity contained in it, which is a big supplement for Xiao Chen.
Giving Luo Yunyun inheritance, leaving this divine fire, can be regarded as the completion of the promise of Luo Yuwang.
boom!
Suddenly a strong wind blew, accompanied by the general trend of the sky, rolled up the sky and sand, Xiao Chen almost blown.
Don't look at it, Xiao Chen knows that the group of kings cannon ash should be dead.
More than a dozen emperors, no more scruples, directly rushed up.
Xiao Chen did not ask, only took the seven-color stone on the crown, and showed the shape of the complete dart, and then changed it to his own snow whip.
At that time, Hua Tianyang used the snow whip to attack the world, and made a name for himself, directly turning Tianmeng into a super power.
Nowadays, this snow whip has once again made a trip. Even if there is no secret urging, as long as it can exert a power of 10%, why are you afraid of this small group?
Many emperors looked at Xiao Chen and did not act rashly.
Everyone has heard more or less that there is a mysterious demon repair, mysterious identity, and whiplash, but I did not expect him to be mixed with Shura.
The Emperor of Blood of the Eight Emperors fell and jumped out and yelled: "No matter who you are, hand over the fire of the true God, and you will not die."
"Eight emperors, your eyes don't look so good, even I can't recognize them."
Xiao Chen smiled faintly, and flew off his head and smashed his body, exploding in black, revealing a white shirt, long hair and dancing in the wind.
"It's you!"
"Xiao Chen! Wind is an adult, he is Xiao Chen, who killed Xiao Chen in the days of Rakshasa."
Seeing Xiao Chen's appearance, the horrible chin of the Eight Emperors fell off and completely stunned.
Xuantian Shengzi, as well as Mu Yunzhu and Gu Yuhan, were equally astonished, shocked and unspeakable.
Those Raksha people also recognized Xiao Chen, the dragon warrior who was named after the Rakshasa.
"kill him!"
A group of people can no longer help the heart to kill, and roared, more than a dozen emperors rushed toward Xiao Chen at the same time.
Xiao Chen’s heart snorted, Shen Sheng said:
All give me Xiaomou to retreat!

Holding the snow whip in the right hand, and gently waving, suddenly the red whip rope like plum blossoms, the sound of the sound in the void.
Snapped!
The rune contained in the whip rope is activated for a period of time. At the moment when the cymbal sounds, the seven-color dart head blooms with gorgeous brilliance.
Suddenly like a spring, pear blossoms all over the earth.
That screams, let the sky snow, covered with vast land. More than a dozen emperors only felt that the soul was shaking, spit out a blood, and was shaken back by this scream.