Vol 3 Chapter 881: Qinglongwei

Thousands of light beams illuminate the stars, and the whole sky is a golden ocean, with bright radiance and dazzling people.
The contenders of the more than 900 thrones underneath, all the movements in their hands are one of them, and they can't help but cast their eyes on the past.
The elders and disciples of all the factions around the 10,000 warships were all unbelievable. Xiao Chen actually sat up.
In the face of the six fascinating enchanting faces, I did not hide it, so I sat up so much.
"The courage is really too big, sit on it for ten seconds, how can I do it!"
At this moment, all eyes and eyes, countless pairs of eyes, are staring at the highest point of the star, above the golden throne, the handsome white man.
"court death!"
Xiahou is the first to be unable to stand it. For many years, the Tianjiao Renjie list is where he stands at the top of the pyramid. How can he tolerate a latecomer stepping on his head?
Refers to the sky painting!
As soon as he pointed out, the ring on the index finger radiated a circle of blue light, and the golden throne was placed directly in the void, as if to really draw a world.
Above the Scorpio, there is an ancient stone finger, the index finger is devout, engraved with mysterious runes, and the Diwei is actually filled out.
"it is good!"
On the imperial warship belonging to Baidi City, the elders of the ranks of Baidi City couldn’t help but applaud, and said with a smile: "The essence of Bai Di Tianwei refers to this, and even the emperor is filled with it. That Xiao Chen may not be able to block even if he is standing. It is even more difficult to sit on it."
The other old men above the bow, the look is also relatively easy, staying on the throne for ten seconds, is not that simple.
The average person competes for the throne, and waits for other people to take a certain level before they sit up. To Xiao Chen, in front of the six peerless enchanting faces, sit up directly and do not intend to seek death.
The good character of this master-level Zhang Zhangda just finished, above the star, breaking through a small mouth, a glimpse of Shenguang into the body of Xiao Chen.
In an instant, you can clearly feel that the Xiao Chen momentum above the throne, wireless flying, rising, it seems that everything must be worshipped.
The gods of the gods, the gods of the gods, ten times the strength, broken!
Xiao Chen on the throne, motionless, directly hit the stone fingers falling against the sky. With the ten times of the power of Xiao Chen’s current peak and half sacred, almost all the scorpio can be shaken, and the power is terrifying.
boom!
In the horrified eyes of the old man, there is a trace of the stone fingers of Diwei, which is broken by the inch of Xiao Chen’s fist. The ring that surrounds one of the heavens and the earth below is also broken in an instant.
"This, how is it possible." A group of old people, all are stunned.
Xiahou's mouth is overflowing with a trace of blood, and his figure is 100 meters backward. His look is extremely unbelievable. His high-level martial arts of heaven is actually broken by Xiao Chen.
Snapped!
The stone finger has just collapsed, and An Junxi’s nine-day real dragon thunder and electric whip, with a long thunder and lightning, seems to be the same as the two in the sky, and pulled toward Xiao Chen.
The timing was very precise, and there was no chance for Xiao Chen to breathe and dodge. He wanted to take out the throne directly.
Xiao Chen’s eyes sank, and the long whip made up of the real dragon’s remains was about to reach out to himself. He suddenly reached out and grasped. In the surprised eyes of An Junxi, he directly took the drawn lightning whip in his hand. .
Time, from the thunder and lightning whip, a vast expanse of the real property of the thunder, rushing toward the body of Xiao Chen.
The inner defense of the body has isolated a little bit of thunder and lightning, but there is still a considerable part of the thunder and lightning, rolling in the meridians and internal organs of Xiao Chen.
An Junxi looks like a hi, his thunder and lightning are so vast that he is the clearest, and Xiao Chen grabs it so that it will be directly blown into a serious internal injury within three seconds.
Snoring!
But the smile on the face is too late to solidify. From the other side of the long whip, there is a horrible force. It is a purely fleshy body, powerful and unmatched.
As soon as there was no response, the whole person was flew up by Xiao Chen, and the body rotated in the air. When Xiao Chen let go, people flew out like a cannonball.
Boom!
Along the way, they hit some unlucky warriors. The huge force directly smashed the serious wounds of these warriors and was sent out of this small world.
Between the hands raised, they blocked two peerless enchanting attacks. Warm Mu Yun and other people were completely nervous. It was difficult for Xiao Chen to sit on it for ten seconds.
The warriors above the square warships did not hold their breath, and they did not dare to move away from sight. Ten seconds, usually a few breaths passed, but it was extremely long.
Warm Mu Yunfeng Wuyi and Yan XIV, a cold drink, directly rushed toward Xiao Chen, want to force him to stand up.
Xiao Chen is not flustered. Since he has already planned to sit on it, he naturally has a coping strategy. At the same time, he is playing against six peerless enchanting players. Maybe he is not an opponent.
If you have to sit on it for ten seconds, he still has 80% confidence.
The body leaned back, with a golden throne, flying 100 meters backwards, waving a knife to the sky, and the purple symbol on the head went everywhere.
The thunder of the gods slammed down, and the three golden thunders turned into thunders from the sky, and they went to the warm air and the wind and the Yan XIV.
As for the mysterious swordsman wing, I do not know when to quietly give up the battle of the Golden Throne, flew past the throne of the tenth.
The golden thunder is made by the immortal thunder of Xiao Chen, and the three people are warm and clouded. The look is slightly changed. These killings that completely integrate the will and the martial arts are simply unsuccessful.
Have to stop and use their own tricks to resist the strongest killings of Xiao Chen.
Thousands of beams shine behind the golden throne, and Xiao Chen flutters with the throne, and the light scatters between them.
The three people resisted the morning thunder of Xiao Chen, and once again went to Xiao Chen, but they were all angry, but they have lost most of them. Xiao Chen sat on the throne, wielding the knife, calmly resisting the three people. Kind of killing.
Hey!
The throne is in the stars, flying around, and wherever it passes, there are thousands of light, and other warriors have shunned them, and they dare not plunder their edge.
Ten seconds, more than half of the past, the various visions around the throne, have been disturbed, but Xiao Chen did not move like mountains, beyond everyone's expectations, firmly sitting on the throne.
Xiahou has chased him up, Shen Sheng said: "Ten seconds is coming, can't wait, we will use the will of the sacred beast to directly crush him out."
The eyebrows shine, Xiahou must first display his own will of the will, the whole body is white, exudes the white tiger invincible.
Warm Mu Yun’s heart moved, his eyebrows were everywhere, the fire flashed, and the flames turned into the Suzaku bird, a sharp scream, and his wings flew.
The wind has no arrogance, and the voluntarily shaped object is basaltic, and the low screams, also with the unparalleled holy prestige, rolling away.
The three sons, at the same time, call out the things of the will of the will, the horror of the Holy Spirit, and the whole small world is caught in the shrine of the Holy Spirit.
The Suzaku basaltic white tiger, the legendary sacred beast, is present at the same time, so the scene is really shocking.
"The Three Holy Beasts will come together and have not appeared for thousands of years."
"The Holy Beast, this is the creature that can appear in mythology. The will of the sacred beast is only able to be done by the amazing people in the Three Holy Lands."
"Light is holy, it has been hard to resist. With the power of the will, this white robe knife, the heart is a little bigger, want to take the first place against the sky."
The whispered arguments rang in the Quartet, and ten seconds were getting closer.
When the last second is about to come, the three sacred beasts of the will will also be forced to the front of Xiao Chen, and the Huanghuang Shengwei will simply avoid him.
However, Xiao Chen did not think about avoiding it.
The Oriental Qinglong, the first of the sacred beasts, the young emperor of the past, the heavens are absolutely extinct, sweeping across the four wild, invincible. The people of the Tianwu area shared the Lord, and when the robbers arrived, even the other foreigners were subject to his temperance.
He is the innocent king of the Kunlun era, the strongest king of the great emperor, the three holy beasts of the year, compared with the Qinglong, even the qualifications of the beautiful.
After 50,000 years, I dared to join forces to suppress it. I really don’t know what it is.
Among the dantian, the cyan dragon, suddenly rang a loud rumbling that resounded through the heavens and the earth, shaking the Quartet, rolling the Holy Wave, and the landslide and tsunami.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was in the face of all the people of the world, without reservation, completely released the king of the Qinglong Wuhun, Shengwei, released.
The five-year-old anger in the heart, as well as the whistling of this life, let out the catharsis.