Vol 3 Chapter 1120: Qinglong Ling, mythology is immortal

Xiao Chen recorded a smashing fist, spread his wings and flew, and then sent the first move, carrying the hate of the sky, with the blue Shaobai greeted the blue robes of the emperor.
When the Quasi-Emperor hits, how powerful, the wind moves, the clouds move, and the heavens and the earth move accordingly.
The water was raging, the powerful forces slanted out, and the surrounding warships were all smashed by the waves and flew high into the sky.
Even the Longmen battleship, although not tumbling, can also be smashed out.
A punch burst, Xiao Chen stepped back a hundred steps, set foot on the water, and unloaded a force every step. The waves are rolled up, rising and falling, and the power of the shackles can easily annihilate a city.
The power of the law of heaven is blended with the heavens and the earth, raising the manual situation. This person in front of him should be the emperor who has begun to build a bridge.
However, it is clear that it has not yet reached Xiaocheng's realm. It is just that the pier has just been built. The bridge is in the middle of the day, and even a small part of it has not arrived.
Otherwise, I will welcome you with a fist, not only to be hurt.
Even so, it is not that Xiao Chen can compete, and the other party has not used much power.
Lan Shaobai escaped, and gratefully looked at Xiao Chen, and stood side by side with Xiao Chen. He secretly said: "Xiao Chen, this person is a genuine emperor, afraid to ask the elder Qin to come forward."
"No hurry, first explore the truth of this person, I suspect that they are not just sending a quasi-emperor."
Seeing that Xiao Chen only retired a hundred steps, he removed the power of his fight, and he could not see that there were multiple injuries.
"Qinglong Wang Xiaochen!"
The blue robes of the emperor’s eyes were condensed, and they quickly guessed the identity of Xiao Chen, Shen Sheng said.
Xiao Chen’s eyes stared at each other, but the gods spread out to the surroundings to capture every detail on the other side of the battleship.
Suddenly my heart froze. On the king-class battleship, I saw the injured Yao Chen whispering with the four great masters.
Looking back, Xiao Chen said: "Since I know my identity, I dare to stop my way. Does Xuan Shuimen really put the Wushen Palace in my eyes?"
The emperor of the blue robe smiled and said: "Reassured, I have my own size, as long as I don't really kill you. Here is the sky, the Wushen Palace can really bring us our water, how can we not."
"Your gift, we only need the sacred spirit, and will compensate you for 10 million black stars."
Lan Shaobai heard the words and laughed: "A million black stars want to buy a holy spirit, and the minds of Xuan Shui Men are all funny?"
The sacred spirit is the foundation of the nine-product sect. There is no sacred spirit, and the name of the nine-category sect is naturally impossible to talk about.
The value of the city, take the star market auction, the starting price is 20 million black stars.
Xuan Shui Men has not fallen so far, there is only one sacred spirit in the upper and lower, and it is a long time. If you don’t look for a new sacred spirit, you will fall into an eight-product sect.
When the Sovereign is sitting on the emperor, the emperor will not survive, but he will also be lowered to become a seven-category gate.
It is the sacred spirit of Xiao Chen, who is extremely attentive and risked offending the Wushen Palace.
As for the 10 million black star coins, it is just a joke, which is equivalent to charity.
The emperor of the Blue Robe is not angry, the wind is dancing behind him, and he is swallowing up and looking at Xiao Chen: "Qinglong Wang, how do you think about it, I believe that you are a smart person and know how to make a choice."
Xiao Chen is not polite: "Are you telling a joke? The Holy Spirit is the gift of the supreme Emperor of Kunlun, the gift given by the Linghu King. You are a little emperor, and dare to rob the Supreme. The treasure, I think you are tired."
"Then you just don't want to?"
The blue robe of the emperor's face was sinking, and the killing intention was brewing in the body. The powerful momentum was oppressed toward Xiao Chen.
"Despite your hands-on, even if you are a small emperor, you can bully the door. I don't have to go to Star Island that day."
Xiao Chen offered the Qinglong Order, and in a moment he pressed the momentum of the Blue Robe to the emperor and oppressed him back. The situation behind him was rapidly regressing.
At first glance, it is like half the sky, under this order, fleeing.
Blue Shaobaiton felt a lot of pressure, but could not help but convey the voice: "Xiao Chen, I don't think you have such treasures. If you can suppress his momentum, plus the night wind and the small fish, we will not use the four people together. Fear him."
"No, let him take it on the Longmen battleship. This guy is delaying the time, let's see what he is playing."
The Qinglong, which contains the Qing Emperor's knives, is like a green emperor, and the boundless power is vast.
He is a distant legend, a precipitating epic, a singer's legend, a long and eternal life, and a nameless name. The first person in the ancient times, no one can be enemies.
Time will not smooth out his myth, but will only become more and more precipitous and become an epic myth.
The emperor of the Blue Robe, under the oppression of this Qinglong, actually retired three small steps to stabilize his figure. There is a chaos in the rear, and how can it not stir up, and it will disappear at any time.
"Qinglong Ling!"
The emperor of the blue robe was shocked and stunned. He did not expect that Xiao Chen had such treasures and his face sank. In the heart of the dark road, you have to solve him quickly. Otherwise, the momentum will be different, and you really can't take this kid.
"Oh, even if you have more treasures, in the face of absolute power, it is not enough to see, collapsed!"
With his hands moving, a ray of light rushed between the fingers, forming a golden mountain print, faintly seen, like dragging a mountain.
With a big bang, the collapsed mountain seal turned toward Xiao Chen, and the smashed pressure passed.
boom!
The seal has not yet arrived, but the waters under the feet of Xiao Chen and Lan Shaobai have suddenly sunk and formed a semi-circular huge pit in the sea.
A strong force, this is still the case when his momentum is suppressed. If there is no Qinglong to suppress, this piece of sea water is not going to sky.
Xiao Chen’s heart was shocked, and the emperor was the quasi-emperor. Even if he was not a small emperor, he also had an absolute advantage in strength.
"I am coming, you are looking for a chance to shoot!"
Surprised to be surprised, Xiao Chen did not have a little fear, but instead gave birth to an excited look.
A long time ago, the quasi-emperor could crush himself by a finger. It was an unreachable existence for him. Now he faces the emperor.
Although the heart sighs the powerful strength of the other side, it will never give birth to an invincible feeling.
He turned his hand and the moon shadow knife appeared in the left hand, holding the handle in the right hand. With the help of Qinglong, the momentum of the whole person has skyrocketed and washed away.
When the blue Shaobai figure flashes, it disappears into the void, no trace can be found, no shadow can be seen, and swims between the edges of the void.
The collapse of the mountains and the eyes of the mountains, as the mountains, the light shines, containing the power of the law of the heavens, pressed down to Xiao Chen.
rub!
Between the electric and the flint, a smear of light, a quick flash, the moon and the sword, a night, suddenly came.
The knife and the light shattered, and Xiao Chen was once again shaken by the earthquake. The moon is still there. It is alone and the sky, blending with the night, perfect.
The blue robe is emperor, his face is gloomy, and this fight is broken. He can't keep his hands, but he can watch the night and the moon, and the moon is like a fire. Even if the other party is on hand, there must be a battle.
"Qinglong Ling!"
His eyes were condensed, and he noticed the blue token hanging in the air. If it was not for this reason, how could it make the vision of Xiao Chen have a chance to exist?
In the sea water that is tumbling, Xiao Chen broke through the water, and like a dragon, the square knife smashed, forming numerous knives and galloping against the sea.
The emperor of the blue robe stepped forward, and a palm of the hand was shot, and the mountains were formed, forming a mountain surrounded by the air.
One palm shot, the mountains roared, and the knife that Xiao Chen came from, hit it again.
The body rotated two laps in the air, and Xiao Chen wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his face showed a smile.
With a clear understanding of one's own body, refining the half of the dragon's marrow, the fourth-order peak of the Holy Body, has surpassed the body of some prospective emperors.
Let him face the emperor and have great capital.
The repeated shots of the three have not really hit Xiao Chen, the disciples of the Xuan Shui Men and the great masters, all of them are a bit shocked.
The strength of Xiao Chen, how strong is in the end, even the emperor can not quickly take him.