Chapter 1533 Fighting Dragon Blood Saint Clan

"Demon pupil..."

Wu Hui's pupils of the Dragon Blood Saint Clan faintly trembled, his complexion changed uncontrollably as he looked at the young figure standing beside Long Qingyang below.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Bai Qianyu on the other side, and there was a hint of lightness between his brows.

"Interesting... People from these two races are actually mixed together..."

The turbulent purple beams of light are like the violent and ferocious lightning dragon pythons that tear the earth apart, roaring towards Wuhui.

After hearing what happened to Long Qingyang in the past few years, Chu Hen has been restraining the rising hatred and killing intent in his heart.

No wonder Long Qingyang has not returned these years.

It's not that he doesn't want to come back, but that he can't come back.

If I hadn't happened to be here today, I'm afraid I would never be able to find Long Qingyang's whereabouts for the rest of my life.

hateful!

hateful!

Really outrageous!

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"Hmph, how dare a mere mortal-level Great Saint King Realm make a move against me?"

There was a disdainful sneer on Wuhui's face, he raised Fang Tian's painted halberd in his palm, and swung a sharp, arc-shaped blade in the void.

"Kangdang..."

The light and shadow interlaced, and the thunder cut off.

All the roaring lightning pillars were chopped off by the arc-shaped halberd light.

"bass!"

In the next instant, there was a resounding tremolo of sharp blades, and Chu Hen's five fingers condensed in the air, and under the interweaving of brilliant and manic electric lights, an extremely sharp black sword was immediately sacrificed.

"call out!"

The airflow tore apart, and the shadow of the sword pierced through the air.

For example, the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade, which burst out like a moon chasing shuttle, directly slanted through the sky.

at the same time,

Chu Hen's bewitching purple pupils shivered slightly, and the seven black dots in the depths of the pupils chased and turned.

Together with a powerful spatial rhythm, a group of purple demon flames suddenly wrapped around the fast-moving Wuxiang Emperor's Blade.

The demon flames lingering outside the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade ignited and rose with the momentum of burning the sky, and instantly turned into a huge purple demon flame dragon shadow.

"The burial of demon flames!"

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Such a strong ability to control the power of the demon pupil.

All the members of the Dragon Blood Saint Clan were a little surprised.

Wuhui's eyes flashed coldly, "Hmph, what a trick!"

"噗..." Fang Tian's painted halberd in his palm turned in the palm of his hand, and swung the halberd towards the roaring Ziyan giant dragon.

The sharp halberd slashed across the Tianhe River, and a stream of shadows fell across the sky like a punishment from heaven.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the flowing shadow was like a shocking sword pillar falling straight into the sky, directly impacting on the body of the purple dragon shadow.

"Boom..."

It's like the God of Destroyer punishing and killing the murderer.

A shocking ((摇 dàng) dàng) wave of violent aura burst out in the void, and the majestic and terrifying sword pillar forcibly smashed the huge purple dragon shadow Start mincing from it.

Purple flames exploded high in the sky.

Just when everyone in the audience was startled by Wuhui's powerful means, the Yaoyan Longying's head burst open at the same time.

"Hoo..." With a rapid trembling sound, a bunch of black divine swords that shone with lightning spewed out from the mouth of Shattering Dragon Shadow.

There was a disdainful arc on the corner of Wuhui's mouth.

"Three-year-old tricks..."

After all, he raised his war halberd, and pointed the war halberd surrounding the terrifying dragon shadow towards the flying Wuxiang Emperor Blade.

The fierce and powerful dragon aura caused the space to twist and shake.

Wuhui's blow had the power to shatter the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade.

"Boom..."

In an instant, the fierce halberd's edge collided with the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade accurately. The moment the two met, the space was distorted to the extreme, and a long and narrow gap was opened.

A sudden cyclone roared over Mangcheng.

A halberd and a sword collided head-on, and the power of the detonation was like two skylights facing each other.

As expected, the picture of the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade being broken did not appear, and the pupils of everyone in the audience shrank faintly, only to see an extra (body shēn) swaying purple lightning behind the Wuxiang Emperor's Blade at this moment. Young (body shēn) shadow.

"The speed is good..."

Wuhui's icy eyes reflected those purple pupils that were as evil as demon gods.

"Not only is the speed good... In terms of strength, I can also kill you..."

Chu Hen's eyes turned cold, and the moment the words fell, the Wuxiang Emperor Blade in his palm shone brilliantly. Following the rapid extension of the sword (body shēn), it transformed into an extremely sharp dragon's spine cold spear in an instant.

"This is?" Wu Hui was slightly startled.

With a loud sound of "bang...", a beam of thunder burst out from the tip of the spear impressively, and a huge force poured into Wuhui's body along the halberd in Wuhui's hand.

Wu Hui suddenly felt his arm go numb, and he flew out with the whole body.

"Chi Chi..."

The dense thunder arcs spread all the way along Wuhui's arm (body shēn), and the latter looked coldly, "Hmph, I underestimated your ability a little bit."

"Boom!"

A burst of domineering and terrifying dragon soul energy erupted in the body, and the power of lightning covering it (body shēn) was completely shattered.

Then, Wuhui Wu moved the halberd to kill Chu Henhui (身shēn).

Without fear, Chu Hen raised his cold spear to challenge the opponent.

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The halberd is like a shadow, and the momentum is like thunder.

The shadow of the gun is like rain, opening and closing.

...

Looking at the two people fighting in the void, Long Qingyang couldn't help showing a bit of wonder in his eyes.

"After many years, even though I have stepped into the earth-level Great Saint King Realm, I am still no match for my third brother."

Long Qingyang, who has devoured the dragon yuan for six years in the Nine Dragon Cauldron, is definitely among the best in the world in terms of cultivation.

He originally thought that the old people had fallen far behind him.

However, Chu Hen is still that Chu Hen after all.

Long Qingyang was surprised, but also happy for Chu Hen's growth.

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"Forget it! Today (day rì) I, Long Qingyang, can see the sky (day rì) again, so let's fight my brother to the fullest."

"Buzz!"

After saying that, Long Qingyang threw his arms outwards, and clenched his five fingers into fists.

"Aw..."

A mighty dragon chant roared from within his body.

An illusory cold white dragon shadow rose from behind him like a spirit beast protecting his body, lingering outside him.

The other powerhouses of the Dragon Blood Saint Clan all had cold faces.

"Hmph, it's just extremely arrogant."

"Don't think that you can fight us if you swallow the dragon yuan."

"kill!"

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Murderous aura filled the sky, frost and dust filled the sky.

All of a sudden, all the powerful members of the Dragon Blood Saint Clan erupted in a majestic and majestic momentum, rushing towards Long Qingyang and the others below, like majestic mountains being pressed down one after another.

"I can still see my relatives and friends. Even if I die here today, I, Long Qingyang, will be worth it..."

After all, Long Qingyang took advantage of the wind to rise up, and the dragon shadow coiled around him rushed towards the people in front with the momentum of tearing the sky.

"Hey..." At the same time, Mo Qingli also stepped into the air, accompanied by the overwhelming blazing (hot) waves, a holy sparrow god with a wingspan of more than a thousand feet appeared behind her (shēn) bird.

"Holy Winged Sky Flame Sparrow..."

Everyone in the Dragon Blood Saint Clan was slightly surprised.

"I'll take care of this beast, you two go get back the dragon yuan..."

One of the guards (shēn) wearing a dragon tattoo shouted coldly.

"it is good!"

After finishing speaking, the three Great Sage King Realm powerhouses who controlled the power of the domain directly divided into two groups, and one of them went towards Mo Qingli.

The other two rushed straight to Long Qingyang.

However, the other dozen or so people rushed towards Mu Feng, Long Xuanshuang, Ye Yao, and Qiao Xiaowan with a majestic momentum.

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For the Dragon Blood Saint Clan, four or five top experts at the Saint King Realm level and more than a dozen masters at the Saint King Realm came on this trip.

The overall strength was obviously overwhelming that of Chu Hen.

However, at this moment, Bai Qianyu did not immediately join the battle between the two sides.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Nangong Guangtong and his party not far behind.

For the current situation.

The real pressure does not come from the Dragon Blood Saint Clan, after all, Wuhui is only at the Heavenly Great Sage King Realm.

Of course, on Mangcheng's side, the deputy head of the Guangguang Saint Clan sits in charge.

A powerful existence close to the level of a half-emperor.

If Ruo Mang Cheng intervenes, the situation will directly worsen.

Therefore, what Bai Qianyu really needs to do is to keep an eye on the Guangming Saint Race.