Chapter 1136 Then I’m Kidding You Too

Chapter 1136 Then I’m kidding you too

With a whoosh, a gust of wind swept in from a distance, and the monks in the Dragon Emperor's Palace felt the huge aura, and they all knelt down and couldn't even raise their heads.

Saint of war!

The crowd was startled, and their eyes were full of despair.

The strongest of the Dragon Emperor Dynasty is the Emperor of War, and most of them are of the King of War and below, so how can they be opponents of the Saint of War?

Long Chen's face was extremely solemn, and he looked up towards the sky, but saw a young man in a fiery red robe standing in the air, looking down at them with a proud look on his face.

Those eyes were full of indifference, as if in his eyes, Dalong Dichao and these people were just a bunch of ants!

"Hmph!" The fiery red-robed youth snorted coldly, raised his hand and struck down with a palm, violent fluctuations of soul power swept in all directions.

"If I can't even bear 50% of my strength, then I don't have the qualifications to live." The young man in the fiery red robe said calmly, staring down with cold eyes, as if he was watching the destruction of a group of ants.

"Everyone back off!"

At this time, there was a roar, and the black air around Long Chen was surging to the sky, rolling and immortal, the void trembled violently, and a fine crack appeared.

Kamui?

Everyone looked down in horror, their eyes were full of disbelief, what does it mean to be able to radiate divine power, people knew very well, could it be that Long Chen also possessed a divine grade battle spirit?

How could it be possible for a person from a small imperial dynasty to have a god-level battle spirit?

"Interesting." The fiery red-robed youth narrowed his eyes, and his palm increased a little more.

Even if Long Chen possessed a god-level battle spirit, in his opinion, it was only interesting. A kid in the late stage of the War Emperor Realm, no matter how strong he was, where could he go?

Before the palm fell down, the monks of the Dragon Emperor Dynasty could no longer bear the pressure of this palm, and many people exploded one after another, turning into billowing blood mist and filling the void.

The power of 50% of the battle saint realm has already exceeded the strength of half a step of the battle saint, so how could they, low-level monks, be able to resist it?

Seeing the big dragon monks die one by one, Long Chen's eyes showed a hint of madness. Suddenly, his aura changed drastically. A huge black shadow suddenly appeared behind Long Chen, who was just bursting out with black air.

Looking from a distance, the black shadow was forty or fifty feet high, even the battle spirits of the holy war realm were no more than that, and the terrifying power was even worse than the war spirits of the holy war realm.

At a glance, it looks like a black lion, sitting cross-legged in the sky, breathing out clouds and mist, and an invincible power emanates from it.

"Spiritual battle spirit, ancient demon suan!" The fiery red-robed youth finally changed color, his pupils trembled violently, and he unleashed all his strength without hesitation.

In his opinion, a person with a god-level fighting spirit must not be allowed to grow up, especially when he saw Long Chen's scarlet eyes, he was even more moved to kill.

If he is not killed now, it will not be him who kills Long Chen in the future, but Long Chen who will kill him.

He is very clear about how terrifying a person with a god-level fighting spirit is. Since he has offended him, he must be killed immediately.

The young man in the fiery red robe was very lucky, fortunately he was in the Battle Saint Realm, otherwise, he might not have been able to win Long Chen.

boom!

Long Chen gritted his teeth, and the ancient demon war spirit mobilized all the soul power in his body, and smashed towards the sky with monstrous force, the terrifying force collided in the void.

The palm of the young man in the fiery red robe hit Long Chen's chest, and the sound of cracking bones continued to be heard, very crisp, and the internal organs were not much better, and the blood spouted from his mouth still contained fragments of internal organs.

Long Chen's body flew upside down, and hit the ground hundreds of feet away fiercely, spit out several mouthfuls of blood with a wow, his body limp on the ground, unable to move any more.

"Emperor!" The people of the Dragon Emperor shouted, and many people quickly ran towards Long Chen's place, protecting Long Chen in the center.

"A group of ants!" The young man in the fiery red robe snorted coldly when he saw this, and slapped his hand again. He was very upset. There were so many people guarding a dying person. If it was him, he probably The others were already scared away.

Anyway, if you have already made a move, then you can simply kill this group of people directly, and the Dragon Emperor Dynasty must be under the control of the Temple of War.

"Protect the emperor!"

"The emperor was injured to protect us. Even if we die, we will die in front of the emperor."

"A son of a bitch like the Temple of War God will be punished sooner or later!"

The crowd yelled, and they all surrounded Long Chen in the very center, and soon formed a wall of human flesh, even if it was death, they were not willing to back down in the slightest.

There were hot tears in Long Chen's red eyes, he really wanted to yell loudly to make everyone retreat quickly, but unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound at all.

The palm of the young man in the fiery red robe almost crippled his soul sea and shattered all the meridians in his body.

Even if he possesses a god-grade battle spirit, he is still nothing in front of the real war saint.

The monks outside the Great Dragon Emperor Dynasty frowned when they saw this scene, and they were also infected by the atmosphere of the Great Dragon cultivator.

They were thinking about a question in their minds, if their master encountered such a situation, would they rush forward?

The answer is no!

Many people showed expressions of intolerance. Unfortunately, they represent the War Soul Hall and the War God Temple. No one has ever dared to disobey the orders of the War God Temple. It's a pity for the emperor of the Dragon Emperor Dynasty.

Seeing the situation below, the young man in the fiery red robe became more and more angry in his heart, and felt an inexplicable jealousy towards Long Chen.

"Die."

The palm fell, and the young man in the fiery red robe smiled coldly, no matter how much you are loved by others, you will still die in the end.

"chi chi~"

Suddenly, a sharp light roared from afar and hit the palm directly. The speed was so incredible that most people only felt a little chill in their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, the vast palm split open in vain, making a fluttering sound, and then disappeared into the void. Gradually, the storm calmed down.

"Who!" The young man in the fiery red robe frowned, looking coldly into the distance.

There, two beams of light approached extremely fast, and they appeared above the imperial palace almost in the blink of an eye.

However, in the sky above Longchen and the others, there was a young man in black robe standing with one hand behind his back and a blood-colored long sword in the other, staring at him coldly.

"Xiao Fan!" The fiery red-robed youth screamed, his pupils trembling violently. He had a heartfelt fear of Xiao Fan.

"You want to kill him?" Xiao Fan also recognized the young man in the fiery red robe, he remembered that this person was standing next to Zhan Swift in the secret realm of Shura.

That's right, the young man in the fiery red robe was Zhan Baiyang, Xiao Fan knew this name from Sikong Zangjian's memory, but Xiao Fan didn't care about him at all.

But now, this person actually wanted to kill Long Chen and destroy Da Long, but Xiao Fan's murderous intentions arose.

He owed the Long family too much, now there is only one Long Chen left in the Long family, how could Xiao Fan let him die?

"No, no, no, I didn't kill him, I just made a joke with him." Zhan Baiyang waved his hands quickly, and his figure kept retreating.

"Are you kidding? Then I'll make a joke with you too." Xiao Fan's expression was indifferent. He had already experienced the shame of people in the Temple of War.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards Zhan Baiyang step by step, with a cold killing intent.