Chapter 1337: He is a legend

Chapter 1337, he is a legend
"If you want to shoot the light dragon dynasty, then today, I will let you light dragon dynasty..."
"Blood flows into the river!"
The icy and murderous language resounded over the islands of the Dragon dynasty.
Wang Xian stood there, staring coldly at Longyang.
Strong momentum and unbreakable majesty make everyone feel a little glimpse.
"This…"
Everyone around them saw the strong face of Wang Xian facing the entire Guanglong dynasty, and everyone widened their eyes.
"This is also too aggressive for his mother!"
Some of the forces that came to observe the ceremony were stunned and shimmering in their eyes.
"Maybe, this is the strong!"
Some young people looked at Wang Xian with adoration and their eyes were full of yearnings.
This is the majesty of the strong.
Do not commit!
What if it is the Guanglong Dynasty?
The Eight Princes wanted to kill Wang Xian, which was clearly seen by everyone in the field.
Originally, everyone thought that Wang Xian might not be related to the behemoth because of the relationship between the two princes, but now everyone is wrong.
First, the position of the prince is not the second prince, he will kill it and the second prince will have the position of inheritance.
Second, the dignity of the strong cannot be violated.
What fear is there in the Light Dragon Dynasty?
Looking at Wang Xian standing there, everyone took a deep breath.
Wang Xian’s move is surprising, but it is also reasonable.
"you!"
Long Tengyang looked at the mighty Wang Xian, his face was ugly.
His eyes stared at Wang Xian coldly, and looked at the various generals and ministers around him, as well as several elders of the jury.
At this time, all the faces of the Light Dragon Dynasty were very ugly and dignified.
The strength of Wang Xian is obvious to all, and it has the terrorist strength to kill the ice, especially the huge grinding wheel of two kilometers.
It is even more fascinating to everyone.
That touch is like an attack of a long river of time. The fourth-order sect of the cold sect is instantly obliterated, if Wang Xian is against them.
Then, everyone in the Guanglong Dynasty, who is present, who can resist, besides the king?
How much can it be played even if it is to open the big array around?
"Chen Zong, destroy!"
Wang Xian did not give them time to hesitate. He looked at all the people in the cold sect. The figure was shaped and the crown of the head directly released an attack of annihilation.
A touch of attack covers a range of one kilometer.
"Not good, escape, escape immediately!"
"The Eight Princes, save us, save us!"
A group of Hanzong saw the attack of Wang Xian in an instant, one by one, with wide eyes and a terrified martyr.
Some strong people want to escape, and others ask for mercy toward the Eight princes.
At this moment, the Eight Princes trembled fiercely.
"The father saved me!"
Long Xiaoyun was horrified and asked for help from Long Tengyang.
Long Tengyang looked at Wang Xian’s shot and his face looked angry.
"Hey!"
"Ah!"
The sound of screams sounded, Hanzong, more than 30 people in the cold of the dynasty, nearly a thousand super-classic cold disciples, in the long river of the five elements, was annihilated by the violent power.
Horror!
Everyone in the surrounding world flashed four words.
The powerful Huzong, from the founder to the lord, and finally to all the murderers, elite disciples, all died.
Everything is because they offended Wang Xian.
Say it and destroy it, say it!
"Next, it's your turn!"
Wang Xian figure flickered and appeared directly in front of the Eight Princes Xiaoxiaoyun, an arm directly grabbed his neck.
"The Father saved me, save me!"
At the moment, Long Xiaoyun’s face was completely devoid of arrogance, and his face was desperate and shouted for help.
Facing the same generation Tianjia with his strength is absolutely crushed, but unfortunately, he is facing Wang Xian!
He has no ability to resist at all!
"Wang Xian, you give me a hand!"
Long Tengyang watched his son being caught by Wang Xian. His blood was red and his body shape appeared directly in front of Wang Xian’s two kilometers.
In his hand, there is a leading staff, a faucet, which is the leading figure of the superb mainland dragon.
The dazzling power of light condenses on his body.
"Give you ten seconds to consider the time, let me let go!"
He stared at Wang Xian and shouted.
"Cough, cough!"
Wang Xian grasped the neck of Long Xiaoyun with one hand, making his face look red and coughing.
He slowly extended his other hand.
"boom!"
For a moment, Wang Xian’s other hand suddenly became seven or eight meters in size, and the incomparable dragon claws pointed to the dragon.
"I have no hatred with your light dragon dynasty, but I have a hatred with Long Xiaoyun, he must die, you have to fight me and fight!"
He said with a domineering look.
"burst!"
"boom!"
"Do not!"
In the end, he spit out a word in his mouth and held a horrible explosion with the palm of the dragon laughing cloud!
The horrible explosion is accompanied by a voice full of remorse and despair.
Wang Xian calmly stared at Long Tengyang.
Surrounded by explosions and screams, the entire stadium was silent.
Wang Xian killed a prince, but was still a prince who was established as a prince.
If Long Tengyang hands-on, then, it is definitely a peerless war.
However, all the causes and effects come from Long Xiaoyun.
In the face of a strong peak, now, even the ashes are flying in the wind.
Everyone in the entire Guanglong dynasty was silent.
Several old people in the rear jury looked at each other and their eyes were full of helplessness.
Who can think of it, the position of a Prince, such a thing happened, even the strongest of the fifth-order dong is shot.
"Roll, get out of me!"
Silence for about ten seconds, Long Tengyang's face changed constantly, his face full of murderousness toward Wang Xian.
"Haha, there will be a period!"
When Wang Xian heard the words of Long Tengyang, he laughed and took back the arm of Longhua.
His face was a free and easy look, and his eyes looked at Zhang Fengying.
Zhang Fengying looked at him, his face was full of smiles, and the figure flew directly toward him.
"I said, Prince, I will help you!"
Wang Xian looked at Long Xiaotian, his arm waved, and the token of the Prince flew toward him.
"Snapped!"
Holding the token of the Prince's position, Long Xiaotian's face is full of bitterness.
He was really afraid that Wang Xian would fight with his father.
He is really afraid of Wang Xian and the Light Dragon Dynasty as an enemy.
If it happens, the consequences are hard to imagine!
"I have to leave. Maybe after a year or two, I will come back to the cemetery and see you later!"
Wang Xian glanced at Long Xiaotian, and the faint sound sounded through the sky.
He turned around and walked away with Zhang Fengying's vacant emptiness.
At the rear, all the people of the Light Dragon Dynasty, as well as all the forces that came to observe the ceremony, looked at this slowly disappearing figure, full of various looks.
fear!
worship!
respect!
admire!
In just one year, he left too many legends in the cemetery!
Today's fifth is even more!
(End of this chapter)