Eternal Emperor

"Puff." "Puff."

In the sound of a sharp object piercing the flesh, sharp white bone spurs came out from all over Zhuang Yaya's body, turning into a hedgehog in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Zhuang Yaya lacked some silly meanings, and added some iron-blood meanings.

"Little Sister, don't!" The extremely weak Zhuang Qing shouted at this scene: "Your current strength is not enough to display bloodline fighting skills, stop!"

"No, Ya Ya is very angry, the consequences are serious!"

Zhuang Yaya stubbornly stood up and couldn't pull the ten bulls back. She was puffed up, her knees bent, her waist bent, her hands suddenly pressed to the ground, and she shouted:

"Fighting skills: Bone Edge Dance!"

As her palms hit the ground, the hard ground suddenly turned into a turbulent sea, constantly rolling.

"Chichichichi"

Strange sounds sounded, followed by the pale bone spurs rushing from the ground, and in a flash, the twenty-seven bronze arhats in front were stringed together, just like a string of sugar Calabash.

This scene deeply shocked Li Ye. His pupils shrank sharply. This powerful and weird fighting skill was simply impossible to guard against, and the bone spurs also revealed a sense of indestructibility. He was not sure about owning the golden bell. It can be resisted.

Killing twenty-seven bronze arhats in one strike, if this feat is spread, it is afraid that it will cause a huge shock.

All the copper arhats turned into liquid, and they didn't know where it was going.

As for Zhuang Yaya who issued this extremely powerful blow, the bone spurs on her body quickly shrank back, and she even lost a circle of her size.

Her eyes were blank, and she couldn't even say a word, so she fell straight on her back.

"Boom!"

There was a slight shock on the ground, and Zhuang Yaya fell down, her eyes closed tightly.

Seeing this, Zhuang Qing hurriedly crawled over, and after checking it out, he was relieved that it was only after exhaustion that he passed out into a coma.

Li Ye swallowed a few pills of Medicine Pill, then drank a few more sips of dragon blood, his body was warm, and then he looked at Zhuang Qing and asked in a deep voice, "Just now, what fighting skill was that?"

"Flood dragon blood?" Zhuang Qing is also a person who knows the goods. He recognized what Li Ye was drinking at a glance. His eyes flushed and he was desperately eager: "Give me, give me some!"

The anxious, impatient appearance was like a strong man who had taken a few catties of aphrodisiac and saw a beautiful woman.

Li Ye is not stingy, both sides are now comrades-in-arms, and it doesn't hurt to give him a little.

Zhuang Qing didn't swallow a small bottle of dragon blood. First, he fed half of the comatose Zhuang Yaya, and then drank the rest.

A flush of flush appeared on his face, Zhuang Qing's aura increased a little bit, and he sat on the ground without an image, opening his mouth to explain Li Ye's confusion: "It is a bloodline fighting technique, passed down by the ancestors, but Not every generation has someone who can open it, only talents can do it. No one in the next five generations can open it. This generation also has the opportunity and talent for my Little Sister."

Li Ye still didn't quite understand.

"You stupid." Zhuang Qing gave him a white look and continued to explain: "To put it simply, this bloodline fighting technique can only be left to the bloodline fighting technique if there has been a strong Martial King in the ancestors!"

Li Ye's heart was shocked when he heard this: "Your ancestors once appeared in Martial King, so why do you look so desolate?"

"Lope, your sister, can you speak?" Zhuang Qing was furious, and immediately felt a little helpless: "This is also something that can't be helped. If the children of future generations are not up to date, they can only lose a little bit of the legacy left by their ancestors. In my generation, there is almost nothing left, but Little Sister is the only one who is more competitive."

In the long river of history, there are many bright, dazzling forces, geniuses, they may have stood on the top of the world, overlooking all living beings, but in the end they lost to time.

Even a Martial King can only be glorious in his lifetime, and cannot always protect his descendants after death.

But no matter what, the influence brought by a Martial King is huge. Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, this terrible power still flows in the blood of subsequent people.

"You must keep this matter secret!" Zhuang Qing looked serious: "There are many ways in this world to seize the power in my Little Sister bloodline, and it should not be exposed until it is completely strong."

"Then why are you telling me." Li Ye didn't think that the relationship between the two parties was so good that their lives crossed.

"Because my Little Sister has a great affection for you, I can tell." Zhuang Qing smiled, with a weird expression on his face: "More importantly, my Little Sister is so heaven-defying, so naturally I can't get married. So I hope you can join the dealer."

"They are coming!"

Li Ye got up, Quandang didn't hear Zhuang Qing's words, he actually did not dislike Zhuang Yaya's appearance, but her power was too terrifying, he would break a few bones if he was not careful.

If this is life together in the future, Zhuang Yaya would ask for a hug or pat him on the shoulder from time to time

The picture was so beautiful that Li Ye shuddered after thinking about it.

Ahead, twenty-eight bronze arhats walked in unison, their breaths became a piece of breath, overwhelming, and decayed, irresistible, irresistible!

"Hey, now that you have reached this point, let's try hard!"

Zhuang Qing stood up, his body shook, and the Heavenly Wind Spider Demon slowly rose behind him, continuously releasing waves of energy like tides.

As soon as Martial Soul came out, Zhuang Qing's aura suddenly increased, his pupils turned cyan, and a series of tornadoes hovered.

"Fighting Skills: Wind Burial!"

Taking a step forward with his left foot, Zhuang Qing's body ascending breathed a tragic breath, and the sharp wind blades condensed on the surface of the body, spinning at high speed.

It seemed that only one palm was shot, but Zhuang Qing shot hundreds of palms continuously in an instant.

With the shot of his palm, all the wind blades on his body were drawn and gathered in the palm of his body. His skin cracked and a large amount of donated blood flowed out, which also gathered in the palm of his hand.

"boom!"

The space in front exploded, followed by a cyan tornado over one meter high.

At first it was only one meter, but within a breathing room, it became seven or eight meters in diameter and more than twenty meters wide, covering all the bronze arhats.

Like countless sharp blades cutting at high speed, then the tornado exploded.

This strike took away nine bronze arhats!

After the strong blow, Zhuang Qing also lost all his strength, limp on the ground, with a faint voice: "It's up to you next."

"give it to me."

Li Ye twisted his neck, made a crackling noise, and then communicated with the Wan'e monster in Dantian.

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