Martial God Conqueror

"That is the dragon's grandmother, the dragon one!"

Such a man in the battle suit came to the air, so that many women in the eyes of the scene were full of splendor, and even some people were confused.

Long Yi is indeed extraordinary, the dragon-shaped white cloak is moving, the war suit is prestige, and the eyes are deep and deep, with a faint golden brilliance and brilliance.

His whole person is shrouded in a kind of glory, like a **** of war, and the breath of the heavens can't help but want to squat.

The dragon stood in the void, his eyes fixed on Du Shaoqi, the golden radiance of the scorpion, like a star spinning around!

"Use your body, otherwise, I don't quite want to kneel down your head!"

But Du Shaozhen looked at Long Yi, just said such a sentence, did not put Long one in mind.

This does not mean that Du Shaoqi is too big, nor does it mean that Du Shaozhen does not feel the strength of Long Yi.

On the contrary, Du Shaozhen is very clear that he can feel that Long Yi is very strong. Compared with Long Er, Long Teng is far more powerful.

The dragons are nine scorpions, one is stronger than the other, and the other is more than one.

The strength of the dragons, the bloodliness of the descendants of the true dragon blood, makes Du Shaoqi’s heart secretly shocked!

If it is in the battlefield of the Devil, even though it has already arrived, it is very clear that Du Shaozhen can clearly feel that if he is just stepping on the stage of self-improvement, he will be afraid of this dragon. Who wins or loses is absolutely unknown.

This dragon is strong enough to see through!

But now it is different. With his own cultivation at this moment, Du Shaozhen is not afraid of Long Yi, even if this dragon is powerful and difficult to see through, but as long as he has not set foot in the real holy place.

"boom!"

When Du Shaoxuan’s words fell, with the dragon as the center, the whole void trembled, as if the world was shaking and the **** people were surging.

The light of the fire in the dragon's shackles fluctuated, as if it was burning up, but then calmed down in the visual Du Shaoyan.

"You are crazy and mad, but you have to know that in front of me, whether you are born or strong, you are not qualified."

As soon as the dragon opened, the sound was calmed down at the moment, slow and powerful, revealing a kind of self-confidence and calmness, and the atmosphere was calm and strong.

This proves that Dragon did not look down on Du Shaoqi at this moment, but he has a kind of self-confidence and contempt from the depths of the blood and soul. He continues to say to Du Shaoqi: "I am a pure-blood descendant of true dragons, born to a supreme race, you are small. Human beings can't compare at all. As for strength, although you are not weak, everything will be over today!"

This kind of peaceful and powerful voice is heard, and it is like a voice in the void, which makes people feel ups and downs.

Especially at the moment, the one that has been filled with the body of Long Yi, the dragon wave that fluctuates with the words, makes people feel tempted and wants to let the souls present in the field soften!

"A terrible dragon, the future of the dragon!"

Looking at such a heroic man in a warrior, the farmer, the old people in the Mohist family trembled, and compared with the strongest younger generation in their respective homes, they also had obvious advantages and disadvantages.

Although it is said that the inks such as male and Zhou Xiaoluo are the supreme, they practice far less than Long Yi.

However, Longyi has a natural advantage, even if it is at the same level, Mo Ruo and Zhou Xiaoluo should be inferior.

"Your strength, I am afraid it is not enough!"

Du Shaoqi looked up slightly and calmly looked at the dragon one, but the unreasonable hegemony and fierceness of his body was hard to drown. He said: "For me, any race is worthy of awe. I am from Shicheng, step by step, step by step, But you have a dragon like yours who is self-sufficient and noble. You don’t know, your brothers said the same annoying discourse as you did, but in the end..."

The voice paused a little, and Du Shaozhen looked at the dragon one. The unreasonable arrogance of his body gradually became rich and strong. He said: "In the end, they were all eaten by me, and the taste is very good!"

This kind of voice made the dragon heard the words, the corners of the eyes began to twitch, and the calm eyes stared at the former.

"boom!"

Finally, the breath of the dragon is like an irrepressible volcano, and it is starting to run. With a chill in the eyes, the breath of the body suddenly rushes out, and it rushes into the sky, and it is like a dragon. The voice came out from the mouth: "The dragon children who died because of you, I promised in the name of the dragons too scorpion, will use your blood to pay homage!"

Du Shaoqi looked up and glanced at Longyi, picking his mouth slightly and said: "The dragons like you are too scorpion. There is really no weight in front of me. If you want to compare, I am the emperor of the wild kingdom. In the body, the golden-winged Dapeng bird family, I am a small patriarch, the dragon is too much to eat too much, what are you, will only be noisy, use the body, let me kneel down your head!"

"This guy is still as ferocious and arrogant as ever!"

Seeing the calmness, but the unreasonable and overbearing Du Shaozhen, Zhou Xiaoluo, Mo Ruman, Mo Junyu, etc. is not the scorpion's radiance, secretly smile, but also look forward to!

The crown-like face gradually became cold, and the dragon stared at Du Shaoqi. The sigh of the body was full of scent, and the volcano erupted. It was like a volcano erupting, and the sound of the thunder of the thunder was whistling. Like a dragon!

"Hey..."

At the same time, the dragon shook his arm and held a sword in his hand.

The sword and the person are high, the handle is like a dragon, the knife flicks, and the knife is surrounded. It seems that there is a dragon shadow appearing in the void, and the faintness is like roaring and screaming.

Such a sword is held in the hands of Long Yi, like a hand holding a dragon shadow hovering around, more and more heroic, such as the God of War!

"Hey..."

This sword appeared, and the surrounding spirits did not feel that the body of the instrument was trembled, wanting to worship.

"Wh..."

"Dragon sacred instrument, true dragon scorpion holy knife!"

When such a sword appeared, a few old people in the farmhouse, and a few gaze hidden in the crowd, suddenly appeared in the eyes of the waves, sucking the cold, and the face changed dramatically.

"Why do you need me to use the body, I am jealous of you today!"

The chill came out from the crown-like face, and the dragon slashed his finger at Du Shaozhen.

"boom!"

The dragon pointed a sharp point, the atmosphere in the sky was suddenly tense, the dragon figure roared, the terrible breath and the killing swept the air!

"Hey!"

The sword plucked out, and a knives ran directly out of the air. In the sound of the dragon scorpion, the knives were like alive. From the sky, the knife smashed a space crack, which made people’s heart beat and the spirits In the turbulent millet, I directly reached the front of Du Shaozhen!