Chapter 931 The Saintess of the Martial Palace

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Dao Ling's chest rose and fell, and there was a coldness in his eyes. He didn't expect Xiao Jinlong to be chased and killed by Wu Dian all the time, and his heart was directly ignited with raging anger.

"They still know each other?" The old man's face turned cold. This is a dragon. How did they know each other? Is there any proof of Xiao Jinlong's origin?

The eyes of the saintess of the Martial Palace are hazy, she is magnificent, her hair hangs down to her waist, she is graceful and moving, and she also wants to know how the little golden dragon was born.

"Go, capture him alive, don't kill him!" The old man said gloomily, he must figure out the origin of the little golden dragon.

Two shadows rushed towards Dao Ling suddenly, wanting to capture him alive.

"You all deserve to die!" Dao Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Kill it directly, don't waste it with him!" The two were very fast, and they were sneering at the same time.

But what was never expected was that Dao Ling came faster than them, burning with raging anger.

Dao Ling's speed was too fast, he flew across, spraying blood all over his body, hula la rage rolled over, and the wind roared, the two were directly shocked and flew out, rolling to the ground and spitting blood.

"What!" The old man's face changed in shock, his eyes became more gloomy, and he said coldly: "So you are a master, your body is very powerful, I guess you have absorbed dragon's blood, this old man will draw out all your blood!"

"Hahaha, you old bastard, you brazen thing, kill me!"

Dao Ling laughed, his hair danced wildly, his eyes were cold, and a fiery light shot out, which was extremely dazzling. He swooped over like a roc flapping its wings.

With a bang, Dao Ling's arms suddenly moved, splitting the sky, and a violent storm spewed out from both palms, smashing towards the old man.

A sneer appeared on the old man's face, he stomped the soles of his feet on the ground, and the energy in his whole body exploded, billowing like a river and sea, sweeping up into the sky angrily.

All the clouds in the ten directions were pierced. This is the energy of the four Yangtze rivers gushing out, stirring up the heaven and the earth, and the fist wind from Dao Ling was shattered.

Fourth Rank Emperor!

"Little bastard, get down on the ground!" The old man's eyes were cold. He is a strong man of the Martial Hall. He came here from the practice of beheading and recovered very quickly. The real combat power is not only this!

Four frightening energy clusters suddenly formed a big storm,

Combined into a terrible prison, the suppression began directly.

"Roar!" The little golden dragon roared angrily, struggling crazily, it really wanted to kill it, but this divine net was too powerful, and it was firmly suppressed below.

However, this huge storm suddenly trembled violently. It was a terrifying golden fist that struck furiously.

"What!" The old man was shocked, he didn't expect this young man to be so brave, his body was so terrifying!

This is a golden body coming horizontally, spewing out terrifying blood, like the eruption of wolf smoke, across the world, with endless murderous aura.

"So strong!" There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the holy maiden of the Wudian, and she muttered to herself: "He can actually compete with the body of the Holy Son. Could it be that this person is an emperor?"

Dao Ling had already stood up and came forward, his fists were overwhelming, like a big star spewing out immeasurable radiance, illuminating the sky and the earth brightly, and he slammed hard at the old man's chest.

"Get out!" The old man's scalp was numb due to the horror of this punch, and he didn't dare to fight him in close quarters.

Dao Ling's fist never stopped, his fist was so powerful that he wanted to blast through the world, when he collided with this ancient tripod, violent thunder erupted, shaking the world.

Click! The ancient tripod collapsed and was directly blown away by Dao Ling's punch, and iron filings were flying wildly.

The old man was a little horrified, and quickly backed away, feeling that this young man was so cruel that he knocked out all the respect devices.

However, the moment he retreated, the hairs on his body stood on end, because a shadow floated all over him in an instant, making fist marks, hitting his chest with monstrous fighting power.

"Not good!" The old man was startled, and instantly struck out his palms, the energy in the cave surged out, and he squeezed out a supernatural power and hit it upwards.

The fists and palms clashed, and the old man retreated one after another after being shaken by Dao Ling's fist. His palms were bleeding, his bones were trembling, and his palms were about to be abolished.

In an instant, the old man's hands and feet were cold, because another shadow struck horizontally, this punch was even more terrifying than before, it pierced through the sky and ground, and hit his forehead.

"No, Saintess, save me!" The old man was shocked, feeling that this move was too terrifying, and the refinement was made by three juvenile supreme beings besieging him.

This punch is overwhelming, the sky is shaking, the mountains are shaking, and the fields are rumbling. Everything must be surrendered under his fist.

At the critical moment, a ghostly shadow came across in an instant. It was the holy maiden of the Martial Palace who erupted, her profound skills were overwhelming, her palm spurted out glaring scarlet clouds, like red blood, piercing people's eyes.

The palm of the Saintess of the Martial Palace subverted the world, and it was extremely powerful, but when she collided with this fist, she still retreated from the shock, and her five fingers were trembling.

"What a terrifying ****, what a powerful supernatural power!" The Saintess of Wudian looked heavy, the three punches just now were too fast, and he almost failed to stop them.

"No, this kid is playing tricks on us!" However, the old man's face changed wildly, because a young man had already crossed into the team besieging and killing the little golden dragon.

"Roar!" Xiao Jinlong roared, as if meeting a relative, he let out an excited roar, very excited.

"Damn it!" The dozen or so masters who controlled the Shenwang directly locked onto the killing shadow, each with a gloomy expression, and one of them said: "Quickly suppress him, don't let him come over."

On the spot, two emperors flew out and sacrificed two artifacts, trying to stop Dao Ling's footsteps.

"Two first-rank emperors dare to block my way?" Dao Ling roared: "Get out of the way, and those who stand in my way will die!"

With this roar, the mountains and rivers trembled violently, a mountain exploded, and the golden ripples made the sky tremble. The two emperors felt as if they were struck by lightning, their eardrums were shattered, and they spurted blood and flew out.

"It's so powerful, quickly use the net to suppress him!" The rest of the people trembled, this must be a young king, too powerful!

They didn't hesitate anymore, because Dao Ling had rushed over, if they didn't suppress them, they would all be killed!

The net of stars exploded in an instant, covering the world, covering Cang Yu, wrapping around Dao Ling's body crazily, wanting to directly bind him in the world.

The divine light erupted from the net, and the stars shone with luster. This treasure was exploded to the extreme, every trace of starlight was extremely powerful, and what was frightening was that there was a vision of the stars inside, and every big star was sinking.

"Go to hell!" They were grinning, this is a quasi-treasure!

"It's up to you!" Dao Ling's eyes flashed coldly, and a giant ax appeared in his hand instantly, and the black giant ax rushed out with tyrannical waves, wanting to shatter the world!

"Kill!" The giant ax erupted in an instant, as heavy as a mountain, cutting across the world, unstoppable!

Boom!

The star net was instantly hit by the giant axe, and the mouth of the net twisted violently. This is a tendency to explode directly!

"what!"

"No, it's a treasure, he actually has a treasure!"

"The treasured giant axe, he is Zhang Ling!"

"How is it possible? How could he come to the land of jihad, how is this possible?"

The faces of these monks changed wildly. The name Zhang Ling made them tremble in fright, like a magic voice, and their hair was all over their bodies.

"Get out!"

Dao Ling's palm was raised instantly, and he slashed towards these people fiercely. Huge waves of air, like lightning, pierced the world with holes.

These monks flew out one by one, the mountain exploded, and the rocks rolled down, smashing the sky, majestic and majestic.

A shadow rushed over, rampaging unhindered!