Chapter 1198: :greatly awaited

"Hahaha, Qingqiu Brand, four hundred years old!"
Long Xiaoxiao screamed, and walked, saying loudly: "You are four hundred years older than me! If you have such a thick skin thousands of years ago, you won't be able to beat me half a move after a hundred moves!"
In their god-level realm, they can clearly sense the age of the other party. This Qingqiu brand is indeed 400 years older than Long Fenxiao. If it was placed thousands of years ago, that Qingqiu defeated Long Fenxiao, there is nothing to show off!
"Really? Then you guess I'll be as lenient as I was a thousand years ago!"
Huh! !!
Qingqiu burned a few steps in the void, and banged out and stepped out of the dragon's magical power "Yonglong Step", and one-handed hook, it was directly to Long Fenxiao.
"What? Should Longbu?" Long Fenxiao's eyes flashed a look of surprise. As a prince, he naturally knew that this should be Longbu, but the magical power of the Dragon tribe existed, and only the core talents who had the ability had the opportunity to cultivate.
How can Qingqiu brand this Hongmeng tribe also?
This time, the elders of the Dragon clan who watched from a distance were shocked, and looked at each other Qi Qi, speechless.
Roar--
"Make the Dragons magical in front of you, you're tired!" Long Fenxiao's figure turned into a hundred figures directly, the dragon soul circled out in the void, and opened his mouth directly to Qingqiu.
Lead the dragon!
Long Fenxiao stretched out his hand in the void. Nine days gave birth to dragons, and condensed reality became a reality. A giant dragon that seemed to be 70,000 or 80,000 meters in length exploded!
After seeing such a move, the elders of the Dragon clan exhaled heavily, with a bit of relief:
"Fenxiao has cultivated this ancient magical power, which has hidden us long enough!"
"Our Dragon tribe reaches the Xiaoxiao generation, naturally there is a rising trend. The resurrection of the ancestor dragon, the luck of the dragon tribe, obviously has come!"
Boom! !!
When the dragon struck, the whole Long Island shook, and Qingqiu's figure flickered. He slipped out from a distance, and looked at the dragon that was drawn down in surprise.
Although it is transformed by divine power, it looks like the real thing!
"Two tricks!" Long burned Xiao Xiaoxiao, one-handedly led the dragon to continue rushing away.
They had just finished speaking, and suddenly their bodies trembled a little, and suddenly they saw Qingqiu branded and stretched out their hands. The figure turned into a hundred figures. Above the void, the cloud condenses, and the realm suddenly emerges!
Roar--
A huge angry dragon growled!
"What?" Long Fenxiao's rushed body stayed there, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it. Only the prince is qualified to practice this "Yinlongjue", and the messenger is also passed on by word of mouth. He does not have any jade recipes. Even if he is such a talent, it has been practiced for more than 100 years.
How can Qingqiu brand?
All the people around the place issued a sound of horror of riots.
The elders of the Dragon clan were even furious, pointing at Elder Qingqiu and yelling, "Despicable thief! When do you steal my dragon cue for dragons! Quickly explain!"
"Do you, the Hongmeng tribe, still want to deny it?" The dragon ambassador was also war-fighting.
Elder Qingqiu Hong was not afraid, straightened his body, and said loudly, "Will the dragon tactic be stolen? Do you also‘ all spirits burn the danjue ’? Do you also steal the mind of the ten forces?

"Presumptuous! The‘ All Spirits Burning Danjue ’’ is easy to learn, and how can it be compared to our ‘Dragon Dragon’!
Long Zhai scolded angrily, his voice buzzing.
The "Spirit of Burning Pills" is indeed created by the ancestors of Shifang forces. In fact, it is extremely simple. When you acquire some geniuses and divine treasures, you hold the divine power and refine the spirits into elixir. After a few tries, you can do it with magical powers.
But it ’s true that Yinlongjue is not a secret! Hongmeng can never learn it after watching it twice!
Roar! !!
Over there, the battle between Qingqiu Luo and Long Fenxiao continued, and the dragons led by Qingqiu Fang even shattered the dragon of Long Fenxiao!
boom! 1
Long Fenxiao slipped out on the ground, and the whole land created by divine power was crushed by him.
"Eighth move!"
boom! !!
Long Wei on Qingqiu's body was even more powerful than Long Fenxiao, and there was an endless amount of chaotic and magical power in Longwei, and once the great magical power came out, Long Fenxiao blasted again.
Crackling!
The bones of Long Fenxiao's body made a cracking sound, which was so special that it was felt by all the people at once, and they suddenly changed color.
"impossible!!"
Long Fenxiao's body was bent, his body was covered with dragon scales instantly, his hands turned into dragon claws, the beams of light rose into the sky, and a long groan provoked the dragon soul in millions of people.
Roar! !!
For a time, millions of dragon souls groaned in unison, shocking the world and astounding forever!
At the first sight of Qingqiu, a look of vigilance finally appeared in his eyes, and the whole person flew up the arrow above the cloud, and slammed on the peak of the ancient inscription that towered into the cloud.
Long Fenxiao's heart was stunned, but the outrageous warfare still erupted, soaring into the sky, even if the space was smashed by Titica, which he was crushed by! If it weren't for his divine power overwhelming the sky, I'm afraid it would have broken the void directly to the second interface.
"Hahaha, if I stand on top of the peak and leave, Shenlong will also have to land! Do you dare to fly in front of me? Get out of me !!"
Qingqiu was so powerful that he shot down with a bang in the clouds!
The billowing light shattered all the senses and shattered the void!
Roar! !!
Long Fenxiao fell straight from the sky!
Bang--
Dust splashes, and the remains are trapped!
"Ninth move!"
Qingqiu stood on top of the void, with all kinds of gods and thunders, and the terrible electric snake tearing the sky frantically, it seemed to be roaring and showing off to the heavens and the world!
Long Fenxiao couldn't help but spit out the golden blood and covered his chest. When he stood up, he shook his body for a while. His eyes were no longer wary. He seemed to have completely destroyed his will. I couldn't understand why. I practiced for so long that I was called the first prince among the dragons. Today, I was defeated in public by an outsider.
He wants to fight again, but he knows even more that he can't defeat Qingqiu Luo at all!
"Isn't I really inferior to him? My dignified prince was defeated by a foreigner." There was a moment of death in his eyes, and his heart was ashamed.
Qingqiu saw him like this, and he laughed wildly. The power of the gods was overwhelming. "You Prince of the Dragon Clan, hahaha, it's hard to beat! Who will come to fight me?"
Suddenly, endless humiliation surged into the hearts of all the Dragons.
Roar Roar!
Many enthusiasts will have a fight, even if they die!
Long Muqing also did not lose the man in the slightest. She let out a cold cry, "Let me come!"
"Oh! You are not my opponent! Not to mention, I don't want to bully a woman ..."
Qingqiu Yao shook his head slightly at Long Mu, and seemed to be very disappointed. The entire Dragon tribe claimed to unite the heavens and the world 100,000 years ago, and now it is withering like this. : "I know, you guys here are called Blood Shura. I heard that the true dragon has been resurrected. Why? At this time, what kind of turtles are you going to fight with?"
A word wakes up the dreamer!
As if at this moment they only thought that there was another Prince Moran! They also know the power of this prince, and maybe he can really let Prince Mo Nan teach him!
"Yes, Prince Monan!"
"Go and invite Prince Monan right away, he can certainly teach this arrogant!"
"You still have to challenge our prince Monan, this is what you asked for! Our prince will never lose!"
The tens of millions of dragons are almost all shouting their arms, and there are already countless people flying to the altar to invite Mo Nan back. The men in the clan clenched their fists tightly, their blue muscles protruded, and gritted their teeth: "Prince Mo Nan, you must give a mouthful for the Dragon clan! Shred him! Shred him directly!"
The girls all folded their hands, prayed, almost choked with excitement, eyes red: "Prince Mo Nan, you must not be able to lose, you must not be injured ..."
Seeing such a scene, those people of the Hongmeng and Mongolian nationalities were all stunned.
Elder Qingqiu Hong quickly returned to the formation center, stopped in front of the red sedan, seemed to be waiting for any order, and nodded and said yes.
When he came back again, he branded to Qingqiu: "Bull the emperor, but this time, you have to teach the skill of Blood Shura! In the eternal hope world, the messenger of our tribe is in his hand. Fallen! "
"Then I'll wait for him!"
Qingqiu replied, then looked left and right, turned over and flew to the top of the ancient inscription that towered into the clouds, looked up, and waited patiently.
Both sides are waiting patiently.
Finally, the figure came back a while away, and it was the people who invited Monan to return.
Among the clan, there is a magnificent silver-haired boy who is Mo Nan after he was crowned Prince. Surrounded by the crowd, he seemed to be listening to the voice of the crowd, did he nod in response.
I don't know why, at the moment when Mo Nan appeared, countless dragon girls were almost in tears, and they shouted Mo Nan's name.
"Prince Mo Nan is here!"