Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Four, Inheriting the Righteousness of the King, Drawing the Sword for the King

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

Qinglong!

The cyan dragon shadow is eye-catching and clear, different from the previous dragon shadows, the cyan dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen.

The scales are lifelike, the details are fully visible, and the eyes are full of aura, lifelike.

The pure king Qinglong Longwei, with Xiao Chen behind him, is like a living ancient dragon.

This is the effect brought about by Wanlong Jue breaking through the triple level, Wanlong returning to one, and his real name written on the king's genealogy.

As soon as the green dragon came out, all the princes and disciples in the core area couldn't help looking over.

The majesty of the king's green dragon pervades every corner, like water and mist, real and ethereal.

After infiltrating into the bodies of warriors from all sides, it is hard not to pay attention to the fear and trembling it brings.

"this……"

Sikong Shu and Silver Dragon King, who had already agreed with the Eighth Prince and were about to attack Wang Fei together, were completely stunned.

Their bloodlines are noble, far surpassing the ordinary prehistoric bloodline leaders, and they are very clear that Xiao Chen's dragon power is different.

"Miscellaneous dragon? This is really a miscellaneous dragon, why don't I believe it..."

The Silver Dragon King trembled slightly, because the seventh-grade silver dragon blood in his body actually felt a little fear. It's like wanting to see the dragon go, wanting to kneel down and prostrate, it's extremely absurd.

The bloodline leaders of other divine beasts also felt the fear in their hearts, but they didn't have the fear of touching the origin like the dragon warriors.

"Cyan color? Could it be that lost lineage of Shenlong?"

Si Kongshu remembered some secret records in the Martial God Palace, his expression changed, and he became uncertain.

In the palace, those emperors and bosses obviously noticed the difference in the blue dragon shadow behind Xiao Chen.

"It's very interesting. This is really no longer the power of the king of the dragon, but there is no green dragon among the six veins of the dragon..."

"In the past, there were rumors that the dragon had seven veins 50,000 years ago, but these rumors seem to have been deliberately erased. Even the major holy places, there are only sporadic records, so people don't know what happened."

"This era of martial arts,

Who has such a great ability. Can it coerce the major superpowers and turn this matter into a taboo? "

"This year's battle for the crown prince, strange things happen one after another, and I don't know what the signs are."

The princes from all walks of life and the big men of the aristocratic families showed doubts on their faces, and at the same time they all had some bad premonitions in their hearts.

There are also some big bosses who look dignified and dare not speak.

Although Qinglong's past is not taboo, the faction that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years still knows something about it.

They know better who erased the news.

It was the terrifying existence that stood at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts Era, no one dared to talk about it, no one dared to disobey it.

But now, the Qinglong lineage that was wiped out by that person actually had remnants born.

How can we not let these people who know the secret feel panic and uneasy, and dare not say a word.

In the cloud palace, the patriarch of the Taimiao looked at the blue dragon shadow, was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled calmly: "This era of martial arts is indeed at the end, even the clan that was wiped out by that person has popped up majestically, he should be weak How far has it come?"

Emperor Yan, who was controlled by a group of elders, couldn't laugh. The abbot of Lingyin Temple said that the catastrophe was really inevitable for the Yanwu Dynasty.

Damn... Why do these people think that the Demon God Temple will definitely be at their mercy!

In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.

The Wanlong Jue in Xiao Chen's body was running crazily, the vast and vast sea of ​​divine origin, the roar of the waves, condensed thousands of dragon shadows, all of which were different.

Without giving Wang Fei another chance to strike, Xiao Chen soared into the air almost the moment the blue dragon shadow appeared.

boom! In the sea of ​​divine essence in the body, countless dragon shadows shot out from their fleshy bodies, continuously escaping into the blue dragon shadows.

Behind the blue dragon shadow, the power of the dragon soared, and the roar sounded, shocking all directions.

Ten Thousand Dragons Return to One!

With his figure turned into the sky, Xiao Chen lightly stepped on the royal sword energy that was blocked by Xiao Suo and the other five, and cracks had already appeared.

As if turning into a green dragon, Xiao Chen's foot landed, and the sky-reaching blue dragon shadow overlapped with it, and the dragon's claws attached to his leg.

With one foot down, this ray of sword glow derived from the foundation of the 100,000-year dynasty seemed to be slapped severely by the ancient green dragon.

Click!

The sword light that had been cracked in the first place was shattered in an instant, and a dynasty was wiped out in astonishment in the eyes of everyone.

"Puff!"

Above the altar, there was the eldest prince who was originally unscrupulous, rebellious, and self-respecting.

Spitting out blood, it fell heavily, and the holy light that was as bright as the sun dimmed at an incredible speed.

Wang Dao... that's how it is, he can grow stronger quickly, but also decline at a faster speed.

Wang Fei, who was a little dumbfounded, kept falling, his head went blank.

"Elder Prince, don't panic. His kick looks easy, but he has already accumulated strength for a long time. There will be no such terrifying blow in a short time. You should hurry up and take advantage of the fact that the power of the king is still shining, and the remaining two The altar is destroyed."

At the critical moment, Lord Xi's voice woke Wang Fei up like a slap in the face.

"Yes, that's right. I still have a chance. If I want to make up for the current trauma, I have to continue to plunder. I can't lose! I can't lose!"

There was madness in Wang Fei's eyes, and when he was about to fall completely to the altar, he let out a heart-piercing cry.

"Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish!"

The originally domineering eight characters in the roar seemed a bit tragic and crazy in Wang Fei's mouth.

The bright holy light derived from the King's Avenue on the altar suddenly went out, and Wang Fei's eyes were red.

A sword pierced out, his power of the avenue, divine essence, soul power... everything about him was blocked by this last sword.

After sending out this sword, he seemed to have aged a hundred years, and his eyes were red.

Pushed himself into a corner completely.

call out!

The imperial sword light that erupted from the Yanhuang sword split into two, and killed the remaining six and eleven princes at the altar.

The two strands of imperial sword light carry everything about Wang Fei, his will, his ambition, his madness, and even his life!

Compared with the sword light that the Ninth Prince faced just now, it is even more powerful.

The expressions of the Eleventh Prince and the Sixth Prince changed drastically, and at the same time, their complexions turned ugly chicken liver colors.

She also thought that having the Ninth Prince shielding her from the sword would surely buy some time for the two of them, and she was secretly delighted just now.

Right now, he even has the heart to die.

The scene just now has proved that although the eldest prince is terrifyingly strong, his power and prestige can be compared to that of a peak emperor with seven veins.

But it also shows that he is not so strong that he is unreasonable and invincible.

As long as the brothers are of one mind, have the courage to live and die together, have the courage to go forward, and have blood that can't stop boiling, this sword can be caught.

But he couldn't afford to gamble on both, and his disciples simply couldn't achieve the determination of Xiao Suo and others to never turn back.

No one is sure whether other people will abandon themselves and pick them up by force. They will definitely go their own way and die in an ugly way.

The two did not dare to gamble, and said unwillingly almost at the same time: "Retire!"

boom!

In an instant, the two altars shattered with a bang, and two huge and astonishing dragon yuan. Like a hurricane, it rushed towards Wang Fei continuously.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Amid wild laughter, Wang Fei stopped falling and rose slowly.

On the altar, the originally extinguished holy light re-emerged with a brighter light.

Betting all the swords, not only brought Wang Fei back to the top, but also brought him to a higher level.

"Can't wait, kill!"

The eighth and thirteenth princes, who were still watching, turned pale with fright when they saw this scene.

I don't dare to wait any longer, I must fight to the death, it has reached the point where either you die or I live.

The eldest prince has forced them both to the edge of a cliff, and they have to fight if they don't fight!

Faye Wong smiled contemptuously, not paying attention at all, and said lightly: "Stop them."

The mysterious man Xi waved his sleeves lightly, and the Qinglian saintess and the black-faced saintess led several demon masters to greet them respectively.

The crazy emperor battle started instantly with lightning speed.

Whether it is Daoxuan of the Sword Pavilion under the eighth prince, Wen Renyu, the son of Xuanguang, or the Silver Dragon King and Sikong Shu under the thirteenth prince, they can all be called super strong.

With terrifying strength, just one person can turn the Yanhuang ancient tomb upside down.

Right now, these people joined hands to kill the First Prince.

At this point in the battle for the crown prince, it has gradually gotten out of control, making people outside the arena feel a little scared for some reason.

"Xiao Chen, thank you for giving me a fortune. Otherwise, I don't know when I will be able to break through the shackles!"

Wang Fei, who had obviously improved in strength, looked at Xiao Chen with a smile, and in the depths of his eyes was an extremely cold killing intent.

"Brother..."

On the altar, Xiao Suo had already fallen, looking at Xiao Chen worriedly.

He was wounded all over his body, his right arm was almost useless, and he was shaking weakly.

Wu Meng and the others, with pale faces, supported Xiao Suo, who were also in bad condition.

Xiao Chen, who was surrounded by green dragons, looked at Wang Fei expressionlessly, with thoughts like lightning in his mind.

It has to be said that this Wang Fei is indeed a ruthless person, and in a situation where he must die, he actually lives towards death.

Facing a more powerful opponent, not to mention the Dragon Gate Forbidden Technique, Xiao Chen couldn't think of any other way to compete with him except to pull out Tianshang again.

But in order to rescue Wang Yan, Tianshang had pulled out once before, consuming most of his divine energy and soul power.

The sword light was smashed with one foot just now, and the damage was also not small.

Pulling out Tianshang, a forbidden treasure comparable to a high-grade Horcrux before recovery, will definitely overdraw the body and hurt the original source.

What's more, even if Tianshang is pulled out, the chance of winning is still only 50%.

This knife, to draw or not to draw?

pull!

Xiao Chen, who was at war between heaven and man in his mind, made a decision without any hesitation.

The forbidden treasure Tianshang reappeared in his hand, with the horizontal knife in front, Xiao Chen held the handle of the knife.

"Brother, you can't draw your sword anymore!"

On the altar, Xiao Suo's expression changed slightly when he saw this, and he roared involuntarily.

Forbidden Treasure...a forbidden word, distinguishing it from ordinary secret treasures. Naturally, one should not act recklessly, otherwise Xiao Chen would have drawn his sword all the way and killed him all the way.

In the holy fire, Wang Yan, who was nervously sacrificing the Yanhuang Sword, opened his eyes and saw Xiao Chen's actions, his face changed wildly.

"No..."

It's just that as soon as the words came out, they were interrupted by the light of a knife, and Tian Shang was unsheathed.

The dazzling light of the knife is like the sun shining brightly. When the knife reaches half an inch, the sky will be broken by ten feet.

"According to the king's righteousness, draw the sword for the king!"

On March 8, I wish the girls who watch Xianwu a happy holiday. In my heart, you are the most beautiful... In the last eight words of this chapter, in the endless loneliness, endless guilt poured out from the bottom of my heart.