Chapter 2007: : Shang Long Sheng!

"Dragons, at least half holy!"
The old man’s face and the Mohist’s face were shocked, and the terrible breath made them secretly stunned.
That is the dragon strong, the true semi-san level above the atmosphere.
The coming people rushed out of the void, the first thing that caused Du Shaozhen’s attention, the eyes had already sunk.
At that level of breath, I can't escape the sneak peek of Du Shaozhen's keen power of the Yuanshen. It is a true semi-historic level and above, and will never be under the magical demon of the recent cult.
\"咻!咻!咻!\"
One arrow, two arrows, three arrows.
At the same time, the void was shining green, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a thunder, and three arrows rushed directly from the side to the present.
The passage of the three light arrows along the way allows the large space to be directly distorted. Before the arrow tip, the space collapses, and the light marks with twisted space penetrate the space.
This is the east from Qingqing in the shot, she has been staring at the surrounding, just in the moment when the former broke through the air, without hesitation, will be too clear and demon bow.
The dazzling blue light spreads like the next day. The ancient bow spreads the horrible atmosphere in the hands of Qingqing. It is like the ancient of the sleeping, the mysterious power is burning, pulling the bow and putting it full.
Such three arrows are terrible, so that the dragons who came here are also directly blocked, suddenly stagnate in the void, the light of the sky erupts, accompanied by the sound of dragons, turned into a strange palm print, twisted the front of the void, resisting the body before.
Three arrows plucked, collided with palm prints, with a mysterious and vast trend, swallowing vitality.
Although the last three arrows pierced the palm print, they were unable to continue and faded into the void.
In the east, the Qingqing Jiaotuo stunned a bit, and the beautiful face was covered with a pale color, and the frown was a wrinkle.
These three arrows are the full force of the East from Qingqing, but can not help the former, just block it.
"boom!"
Above the void, the golden light is shining, the purple gold arc is sweeping, and the energy of the sky is making the sky tremble.
\"霸剑道!\"
At the same time, a voice of indifference and arrogance was passed down, and a purple sword was plucked!
This sword is like a mountain, without any fancy.
However, the space where Jianmang had passed collapsed directly, exposing the vacuum traces, accompanied by the purple gold arc sweeping the square.
Such a sword, with the arrogance of the arrogant and arrogant energy, spread out from it, so that this space is violently shocked.
A terrible sword is also sweeping the clouds, and the overbearing sword is creepy.
This is Du Shaoqi's shot at the same time, the comer is the dragon's breath, so that Du Shaoqi does not have any hesitation at all, directly to the first to be strong.
The dragons came here at the moment and couldn't avoid them. They only waved their hands. In the dragon's turmoil, a palm print came out and turned into a dragon shadow.
"Oh..."
Jianmang and Dragon Shadow collided, there is not much energy sound, only the horrible swordsman turned into a rune, like a tsunami suddenly exploding around the void, and the purple gold arc is flying away.
"Hey..."
The dragon's comer flies away, and the void behind it collapses. The broken space ripples like a water wave.
"Humph!"
The dull snoring came from the throat of the lazy person. It seemed to be eating some losses. The last leg was hollowed out, and the void under the sole of the foot was cracked. The figure was stagnant outside the Baizhang.
It was a sixty-seven-year-old old man with a smooth top of his head. His bare head was like a jade, but it had a mysterious pattern like a dragon.
The old man’s forehead was slightly uplifted, his eyes were deep and sorrowful, and he was staring at Du Shaoqi and the two men who were near Du Shaozhen’s east and away from Qingqing, looking angry and ugly.
"If it is not bad, it is the Dragon's Shanglong Saint, which is much higher than the dragon's generation. It is said that a sword has been closed for many years, but he did not expect him to go out!" The old dragons, the brows are close and look different.
"Is it a holy place?"
Ink is as strange as a man, and his face is discolored. He said: "Is it true that the sacred cult is already able to enter the battlefield!"
"There should be no real footsteps, but it is already half-sacred, perhaps not too far from the real holy place!"
The beautiful woman is also surprised. The seal outside the battlefield of the demon must have been weakened to the semi-san can also enter, or perhaps the real holy place has been able to enter at this moment, it seems that the real disputes in the battlefield of the demon have begun.
"The semi-holy level of the strong, the devil is afraid that it is also a little trouble!"
In the farmhouse, Zhou Xiaoluo carried the sigh, feeling the breath of the dragon strong, and some worried about Du Shaozhen.
"Not necessarily, the devil has just not suffered!" said the leader of the farmer.
At the moment, above the void, Shang Long Sheng’s eyes are fixed on Du Shaoxuan and Dong Qingqing, which is extremely gloomy.
Long Erlongteng and other dragon soul stones left in the clan are broken, and they prove that they have been robbed. He went all out to enter the battlefield of the demon, and he got the news that the dragons were washed by the demon king Du Shaoxuan in the battlefield of the demon.
Long Yi is the last hope of the Dragons, and there is absolutely no hope of unexpected.
Therefore, Shang Long Sheng, who used the dragon's secret method, came directly to find Long Yi, and wanted to protect the dragon's last hope.
But in the end, his eyes felt that Long Yi’s dragon spirit dissipated, and he quickly rushed into the air. He saw the dragon being shackled and wanted to kill Du Shaozhen directly.
However, Shang Long Sheng did not think that his training as a strength originally wanted to directly kill Du Shaoqi, but it was now blocked by the young woman's three arrows, and then was shocked by the Du Shaoyi sword, and even suffered a dark loss. .
Secretly observing Du Shaoqi, Shang Long Sheng did not need to guess, he already recognized Du Shaoqi’s identity. The Dapeng Golden Winged sword proved his identity, and he was secretly surprised. It is obviously human, but the breath is like The real golden-winged Dapeng bird.
"You are the Du Shaoyan, killing my dragon, you will be broken by my dragon!"
The Shanglong sage is staring at Du Shaoqi, and the anger is drowning everything. The killing in the eyes is not concealed. If the eyes can kill, at this moment, it is feared that Du Shaoyan is not enough to die ten times.
Listening to the screaming words of Shang Long Sheng, Du Shaozhen’s face has never changed too much, but the heart is somewhat secretive, and the strength of the Shang Long Saint seems to be stronger than that of the land. A sword that combines its own kendo and thunder and lightning, is directly countered by it.
"The dragons have provoked me once and for all, I can't let anyone kill it!"
Looking at the Shanglong Saint, Du Shaozhen said faintly, feeling the breath of the former, not the level of the true sanctuary who was chasing himself, and estimated that it is the most one and a half.
Such a level of cultivation, although let Du Shaozhen not dare to care, but also absolutely not afraid.