Chapter 1788

"Give me death, 虬龙功!"

The master of the holy martial arts swelled his muscles, screamed fiercely, and the body screamed and blew out.

"Roar!"

Just listening to a burst of shackles, the rolling suffocating torrent, turned into a giant python, bursting out from his body, and then along his arm, poured into the rifle, screaming toward Huang Longzhen go with.

The power of this attack was extremely large, and the long gun was able to spurt out. The void made a squeaky sound, and the massive air exploded toward the four sides.

——In this cruel and fierce palace chaos, the ones that can survive are all elite. This sergeant of the holy martial arts is obviously such a top master.

"Not self-reliant!"

In the air, I was cold and cold, and Huang Longzheng looked calm and even looked at him. He didn’t even look at him, but when he heard that cold, he was in the midst of the holy martial arts master who was going to the Huanglong Zhenjun. In the thunderstorm, he was so vast outside the body that the torrent of torrents like a dragon was instantly shattered and dissipated.

In the eyes of everyone, the master of the Shengwuying screamed, his eyes and ears, and his pupils suddenly burst into blood. Oh, just a blink of an eye, the master of the holy martial martial arts, like a lifeless wooden stake, fell straight from the void, and fell on the ground in front of the Taiji Temple, motionless.

In the whole process, Huang Longzhen did not even have a hand.

"what is that!"

Suddenly I don’t know who is screaming in the air.

"Hey!"

Soon, everyone saw the illusion of the void, only to see where the martial arts master finally fell, a faint, translucent humanoid phantom suspended there, twisted and struggling, seems to be in pain. Looking closely, the illusion is exactly the same as the dying Shengwuying master on the ground.

"team leader!"

A surviving sacred martial sergeant shouted and his eyes were red, but the reactions of other people were completely different. It was a slap in the blink of an eye. In a flash, countless figures seemed to be greatly frightened, and they all stepped back, even those The East Palace banned by the great emperor is full of horror.

soul!

The figure of the yellow robe in midair can actually extract the soul of the human being, which is simply the strength of the demon.

"Ignorance and humble ants, actually dare to shoot the deity, death is too cheap for you!"

In the void, Huang Longzhen’s voice is indifferent and grand, and it sounds in everyone’s ear. His palm stretches out, and the soul of the Shengwuying master is immediately collapsed and compressed, and then turned into an arm. The thick black smoke was not in his palm.

"Then you are in pain and suffering, and you will survive for thousands of years!"

When Huang Longzheng’s voice fell, he immediately looked at other Shengwuying soldiers, Longwei and Zhenlong Tiewei.

Hey!

For a moment, everyone changed his face.

Death is not terrible, but it is drawn from the soul, and it is not as good as death for thousands of years. That is unbearable for anyone.

"Everyone is careful, don't be impulsive!"

The commander of a holy martial arts force endured grief, the figure in midair, the magical and unpredictable, and its means have completely surpassed everyone's imagination.

However, in the midair, Huang Longzheng Jun did not care about him. From the beginning to the end, whether it was the saints of the holy martial arts or the dragon, it was not in his eyes. Huang Longzheng was concerned, only the Taiji Temple. Just the Holy Emperor.

"boom!"

Huang Longzheng Jun looked at the front and did not wait for other people to discuss any countermeasures. He walked straight and walked forward.

"The chaotic thief, kill!"

Compared with other people, the reaction of the emperor Longwei is much simpler, without any hesitation. These powerful Tianzi Longwei immediately turned into the golden light in the air, and the atmosphere was vast, like the hot sun. go with.

However, these surviving emperors, Longwei, have just clenched their scabbards, and even have not had time to send out a magnificent and devastating sword like the previous ones. The next moment, the bombardment, a huge force Such as mountains, instantly fell on these days of the dragon and health.

"Hey!"

Just listening to the bursts of bones, these powerful Tianzi Longwei in the eyes of countless banned elites and black people, like a nightmare existence, immediately crouched on the ground.

The sound of knee and ground impact was so bright that even the earth was shaking, and on the white jade steps, all the emperor Longwei had already paled and had cold sweat on his forehead.

"How can it be?!"

At this juncture, all the emperors of the Emperor of the Dragon are shocked. As the close servant of the Holy Emperor, all the emperors and dragons are mentally like iron. The strong beliefs and duties make almost nothing between the heavens and the earth. Got them.

The figure in the sky, although everyone knows his strength is strong, but no one can think that his strength has actually been strong enough to this point. Just relying on their own powerful pressure, they were suppressed on the ground, so that they could not move completely.

At that moment, everyone finally understood why the former master of the holy martial arts was close to the number of Huang Longzhenjun, and the suffocating suffocation broke down and immediately became violent.

Hey, a famous Emperor Longwei’s hands smashed his sword, his body trembled, and he was still struggling. The swords in their hands trembled, sending out a burst of metal humming, and blood oozing out of their black armor. However, in the face of the pressure of Huanglong Zhenjun, all the emperor Longwei did not have a person to stand up.

"It's useless! The weak are the weak. With your strength, you are forced to struggle. It will only lead to the breakage of the meridians, and you will die!"

Huang Longzhen’s indifferent voice came from the void, and his feet stepped on, step by step toward the Taiji Temple. His steps are calm, it seems that nothing in the world can stop him.

"boom!"

His voice just fell, in the southwest direction, a weakest Tianzi Longwei body trembled, a blood immediately as a fountain through his armor gap, sprayed out. This time, his body does not know how many meridians burst.

On the white jade steps, a famous Tianzi Longwei body trembled more and more powerful, a soy-like cold sweat dripping along the corner, but from beginning to end, in the face of the horror of Huanglong Zhenjun, all the emperor dragon As if the Buddha was nailed to the ground, no one could stand up.

"terrible!"

In the rear, a famous banned army elite has long been stunned, and his heart is respectful and fearful, and he can't even speak.

Although the banned army is known as one of the most elite horses in the world, the palace is even Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but they have seen such a terrible existence. In their eyes, the lethality is astonishing, like the demon-like Emperor Longwei, actually in front of Huanglong Zhenjun, there is no room for rebellion.

The ability to tear the soul revealed by Huang Longzheng also makes everyone fear.

"Great! Kill them, as long as you kill these guys, no one can stop the palace!"

At this time, behind the army, the great emperor Li Wei also rushed over and looked at it from a distance. His right fist was clenched and his expression was extremely exciting.

Now, as long as you kill the twelve real dragons, no one can stop him. The throne of the ninety-five is truly at your fingertips.

In front of the Taiji Temple, with the approach of Huanglong Zhenjun, the invisible pressure is getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting more and more horrible. Oh, there is no sign. The three most famous Tianzi Longwei from Huanglong Zhenjun suddenly Seven bleeds, like a wooden pile, quickly fell to the ground, no breath, and others with the approach of Huang Longzhenjun, the body is shaking more and more powerful.

At this time, the only one who could stand still was the twelve dragons who were wearing black heavy armor.

"Hands!"

There are not too many words, just two simple words, the next moment, Zhenlong Tiewei instantly shot.

- If you don't shoot again, I am afraid that all the emperors will die in the hands of Huang Longzhen!

"boom!"

When the void trembled, no one could see how the knife was issued. Only when it was clear, the black knife was like steel and iron, and it was as solid. It has fallen into the yellow dragon with a tendency to open up the sky. In front of Zhenjun, it is only a few inches apart.

If this knife is smashed, even if Huang Longzhen is cast by King Kong, I am afraid it will be split in half.

Oh, it’s like a signal, just after the first dark black knife burst, the second, third, fourth..., twelve unmatched swords and arrogance, one after another In all directions, the situation is different, although the timing of the shots is different, the position is not the same, but the twelve knives arrive at the same time, and they breathe in one another and are connected.

Twelve true dragons and irons joined forces to besieged one person. This situation has never happened before. It is obvious that the figure in the air, let the twelve real dragons as the enemy, feels unprecedented pressure.

However, in the face of the 12-person stone-shattering blow, Huang Longzheng Jun was indifferent, and there was no trace on his face. Hey, his right hand stretched out, and the five fingers were distinct. Just open it gently. In an instant, incredible things happened. Just a few inches away from him, time is still, and twelve knives are all. Fixed in the void, motionless.

The knife is invisible and inferior. It is not a real substance. It is impossible to stay in existence for a long time, even if it is a powerful warrior.

This scene in front of us has completely violated the martial arts cognition of everyone.

"This, impossible! His ability can actually freeze the void!"

Only a real dragon guard who stood in front of the Taiji Temple flashed his eyes and felt something faint. The knives are stagnation and stagnation, as if they are real swords. This is not their own strength. It is the figure in midair that is superbly magical. It fixes the whole piece of void and combines the whole space with the knife. The gas stays together and does not move.

The power of space!

That is the power of the legend. It belongs to the field of the gods and gods. From ancient times to the present, no military can grasp this power.

- At least in the legend of the Middle Kingdom, this kind of character has never existed before.

No one thought of it, but now I can see it with my own eyes.

The space is invisible and incomparable, and it is even more vain than the sword and the spirit. The figure in the air is undoubtedly strong enough to surpass everyone's imagination.