Vol 3 Chapter 2434: The meaning of Chengjun is the sword

Qinglong!
The cyan dragon shadow is striking and clear, unlike the previous dragon shadow, the blue dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen.
The scales are lifelike, the flesh is complete, the eyes are aura, lifelike.
The pure king of Qinglong Longwei, let his Xiao Chen behind him, is like a living ancient dragon.
This is Wan Long's breakthrough after the triple, Wan Long returned to one, plus his real name written on the king's genealogy.
As soon as this Qinglong came out, all the emperors and the doormen in the core area couldn’t help but look at it.
The king of the Qinglong is filled with every corner, like water and fog, real and ethereal.
After infiltrating into the bodies of all parties, the fear and trembling brought about it are difficult to ignore.
"This……"
Already agreed with the Eight Emperors, and the preparations for Wang Fei’s Sikong and Silver Dragon Kings were completely shocked.
Their blood is noble, far beyond the ordinary blood and blood, and it is clear that Xiao Chen is different from Long Wei.
"The dragon? This is really a dragon, why don't I believe it..."
The Silver Dragon King had a slight vibrato, because he felt a trace of fear in the blood of the seven silver dragons in his body. Like wanting to see the dragon, want to bow down, it is ridiculous.
The blood of other beasts, although they also feel the deep jealousy, but there is no fear of the dragon warriors touching the source.
"Cyan? Is it the pulse of the lost dragon?"
Sikong thinks of some secret records in the Wushen Palace, his look changes, and the weather is uncertain.
In the palace, those emperors screamed, and they all noticed the difference in the blue dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen.
"It's very interesting. This is really no longer the real king of the dragon. But there is no green dragon in the six dragons..."
"In the past, there were rumors that the dragons had seven veins 50,000 years ago, but these rumors seem to have been deliberately erased. Even the holy places are only sporadic, and people don't know what happened."
"This martial art era, who has such a big skill. Can coerce the major superpowers and turn this into a taboo?"
"This year's prince battle, strange things one after another, I don't know what it is."
The princes of all walks of life and the family are stunned, and they have doubts and doubts. At the same time, they have some bad feelings in their hearts.
There are still some big brothers, and they look dignified and dare not speak.
Although Qinglong’s past is not taboo, it can inherit the forces of tens of thousands of years, or know some.
They know better who killed this news.
It is the horror that stood in the peak of the martial arts era, no one dared to talk, no one dared to violate.
Nowadays, the Qinglong, which was erased by that person, actually has a lingering birth.
How can we not let these people who know the secrets feel fearful and uneasy, and half a word can’t say more.
The Cloud Palace, the Taimiao ancestor, won the blue dragon shadow, and a slight glimpse, then calmly smiled: "This martial art era has indeed been dead, and even the family that was wiped out by that person has come out, he should be weak. To what point."
The Yanhuang, who was controlled by a group of old people, could not laugh. The abbot of Lingyin Temple said that the Yanwu Dynasty really could not avoid it.
Damn... How can these people feel that the Devil Temple will listen to their mercy!
Yanhuang ancient tomb.
In the morning of Xiao Chen, Wan Longzhen is running wildly, and the vast sea of ​​the gods, the waves and the waves, condensing thousands of dragons and shadows, are all different.
There was no chance to give Wang Fei another sword. Almost at the moment when the blue dragon shadow appeared, Xiao Chen would rise up.
boom! In the sea of ​​the gods, countless dragon shadows are shot out and continue to break into the blue dragon shadow.
Behind the blue dragon shadow, Long Wei skyrocketed, roaring, shocking all directions.
Wanlong is one!
The figure was empty, and Xiao Chen gently walked on the foot of the five people who were blocked by Xiaosuo and other people, and there was already a trace of the dynasty.
As if the incarnation of the Qinglong, Xiao Chen this foot fell, the blue dragon shadow of the Tongda land coincides with it, the dragon claws attached to their legs.
With one foot falling, this sword mansions, which were enshrined in the 100,000-year-old dynasty, seemed to have been shot by the ancient Qinglong.
Rubbing!
There was a sword in the crack of the silk, which was broken instantly. A dynasty was destroyed in the eyes of everyone.
"Hey!"
The sky above the altar, originally unscrupulous, unruly, only the great emperor of my own.
Spit the blood, and fell heavily, and the light of the day blew down at an incredible speed.
Wang Dao... This is the case, he can become stronger quickly, and he can also decline at a faster rate.
Some dumbfounded Wang Fei, constantly falling, his head is blank.
"The big prince, Mo Pan. He seems to be relaxed on this foot. In fact, he has been working hard for a long time. There will be no such horrible blow in a short time. You will quickly follow the king of the road and still have two. The altar is gone."
At the crucial moment, the voice of an adult, such as a good drink, will wake up Wang Fei.
"Yes, that's right. I still have a chance. If I want to make up for the trauma, I have to continue to plunder. I can't lose! I can't lose!"
In the eyes of Wang Fei, the color of madness appeared, and when it was about to completely fall to the altar, a cry of heartbreaking was made.
"Shun me, Chang, who is against me!"
The eight words that were originally overbearing in Suizhong were a bit tragic and crazy in Wang Feikou.
On the altar, the sacred light of the king's avenue was suddenly extinguished, and Wang Feihong eyes.
A sword stabbed out, his power of the avenue, the gods, the soul force... everything he had was stuck in this last sword.
When the sword was issued, he seemed to be a hundred years old and his eyes were red.
Put yourself on the road to perfection.
call out!
The dynasty swordsman that broke out in the Yanhuang sword was divided into two, killing the past at the altar where the remaining six emperors and eleven emperors were located.
The two dynasty dynasty swordsmanship, carrying everything Wang Fei, his will, his wild vision, his madness, and even his life!
Compared with the swordsman faced by the nine emperors, the power is even better.
The eleven emperors and the six emperors changed their minds and their faces turned into ugly chicken liver.
I also thought that there were nine emperors who would block the sword for themselves. They would be able to fight for some time for him.
Right now, I even have a heart that wants to die.
In the previous scene, it has been confirmed that although the great prince is strong and terrible, Guangshengwei can be comparable to the seven-pulse peak emperor.
It can also be said that he is not strong enough to be unreasonable and invincible.
As long as the brothers are united, there is the courage to die together, there is a courage to go forward, there is boiling blood, this sword can be caught.
But he can't afford to gamble, and he can't do the determination of Xiaosuo and others.
No one can be sure that other people will abandon themselves, forcibly pick them up, and they will certainly be independent. It will be hard to see.
The two did not dare to gamble, almost unwilling to say: "Retreat!"
boom!
In an instant, the two altars were broken and two huge and amazing dragons. Like a hurricane, it is constantly flowing toward Wang Fei.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
In the laughter, Wang Fei’s whereabouts stopped and slowly rose.
On the altar, the holy light that was originally extinguished re-emerged with a brighter light.
Gambling on all the swords not only makes Wang Fei return to the peak, but also goes one step further.
"Can't wait, kill!"
The eight emperors and the thirteen emperors, who were still waiting to see, won this scene and were scared to face white.
I don’t dare to wait any longer, I have to fight for it. It’s not that you are dead or that I am alive.
The great prince has forced them to the edge of the cliff and fight without fighting!
Wang Fei smiled slyly and didn't even put it in her heart. The faint road said: "Stop them."
The mysterious man squats, the sleeves are light, the Qinglian saints and the black-faced saints bring a few masters of magic, and they greet them separately.
The mad war of the emperor, with the thunder of the momentum, instantly started.
Both the Emperor of the Eight Emperors said that the Shenjian Pavilion Road Xuan, and the Xuanguang Shengzi Wenren Yu; or the thirteen emperor's silver dragon king and Sikong, can be called super strong.
With the horror of the ultimate strength, just one person, you can turn this Yanhuang ancient tombs upside down.
Right now, these people have joined forces to kill the great prince.
At this time, the battle of the Prince has gradually lost control, so that people outside the court do not know why they feel a little scared.
"Xiao Chen, thank you for giving me a good job. If I don't know how to break through!"
Wang Fei, whose strength is obviously advancing, smiles and looks at Xiao Chen, and his eyes are deep, but it is the cold and the ultimate killing.
"Big brother..."
On the altar, it has fallen down, and some worried about Xiao Chen.
He was hurt, his right arm was almost abolished, and he was unable to swing.
Wu Meng and others, their faces are white, and they support Xiaosuo. The situation is also not good.
Xiao Chen, who is surrounded by Qinglong, looks at Wang Fei with no expression, and his mind is like electricity.
I have to say that this Wang Fei is indeed a monk, and the mortal bureau is actually born to death.
In the face of a more powerful opponent, not to talk about the dragon ban, in addition to pulling out the Scorpio again, Xiao Chen can not think of other ways to fight against it.
However, before the release of Wang Hao, Tian Hao has been pulled once, consuming most of his gods and soul power.
Just a foot and a sword, the loss is not small.
It has not yet recovered and once again pulled out the sacred treasure of the Scorpio, which will overdraw the body and hurt the source.
What's more, even if you pull out the Scorpio, the odds are still only 50%.
This knife, pull or not?
pull!
Xiao Chen, who was in the middle of the battle, made almost no hesitation and made a decision.
The banned treasure scorpion, reappeared in its hands, the horizontal knife in front, Xiao Chen holding the handle.
"Big brother, can't pull the knife!"
On the altar, Xiaosuo saw his face, his face changed slightly, and he lost his voice.
Forbidden treasure... A forbidden word, distinguish it from the ordinary secret treasure. Naturally, you can't be unscrupulous, but Xiao Chen has already pulled the knife all the way, killing him and fainting.
In the sacred fire, Wang Hao, who was nervously cultivating the Emperor's sword, opened his eyes and stunned Xiao Chen's move. His face changed wildly.
"No..."
Only when the words were just exported, they were interrupted by a knife and saw the scabbard.
The dazzling knife light, such as the big day Huanghuang, the knife is half an inch, the day is broken.
"The meaning of the lord, the sword for the king!"