Chapter 193 Burying the Dragon Claw, the Dragon's Wrath!
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A fist was made of platinum, crystal clear like glass, with dragon scales forming patterns, looming under the body, and the sound of the fist was like a roar of a dragon, not an ordinary dragon, but the roar of an ancient celestial dragon.
The other fist was as black as ink, as if the universe was shattered and all things returned to ruins, and the starry sky was about to wipe out all life and usher in the end.
The two fists were unable to touch each other, and the ripples of destruction between the two were endless, spreading towards the starry sky thousands of miles away, causing cracks in the stone chain under the prisoner saint map to continue to grow, gradually approaching the edge of collapse.
On the wild land, the saints could clearly see that the two fists seemed to be motionless, but they were dueling at an unimaginable speed, like lightning. Among them, especially the power of time taboo, made everyone feel a kind of
The illusion, as if both of them were still, was actually so extreme that even many Saint Realm masters could only catch a glimpse of it, but could hardly see the whole picture.
boom!
Finally, the two of them were ejected hundreds of miles away at the same time. For the first time, the Emperor's son Chen Wu showed an expression of disbelief. In front of him, the successor of Suotian, his physical body and the mysterious Taoism, had actually improved so much in one go. In addition, with the seal
The three mysterious chains that suppressed the taboo appeared, and the aura of the heavenly dragon disturbed the dragon soul buried in his buried dragon body. Under the ebb and flow of one another, the two of them were evenly matched in this peak duel, and he was unable to gain the slightest advantage.
What makes Shou Wu's expression particularly ugly is that the other party is not in the same realm as him, but has entered the realm of opening up the earth for the first time, which is a huge difference.
In this case, doesn't it mean that the other party has actually gone further than him on the road of half-step ancestral ban.
A little-known person who was born in a corner of the human world and was unknown to the world actually fought against a saint. He fought to a draw with a dignified emperor like him, a rare saint among the younger generation. It is conceivable that after today, the news will be spread.
, will definitely shake the entire East Pole Starry Sky, and even the Northern Territory will be shaken, and once the news reaches the ancestral land of the Central Territory, it will definitely be a shame for him in Dragon Burial Valley.
A pair of arms are crystal clear and gorgeous, as if made of platinum. Su Qinian has a fierce fighting spirit. This is the transformation of his bloodline given by the two heavenly dragon claws condensed into essence, which awakens the power of the dragon vein in other people's bloodline, blessing him.
His arms were like the two claws of a heavenly dragon, stronger than divine iron at one stroke, strong enough to shake the Holy Body without losing the slightest bit.
It is conceivable that once the ancient Tianlong's bloodline divine form is completely condensed, it may be more helpful to other people's battle bodies than imagined.
kill!
Sha Wu utters murderous sounds, uses the Divine Fist of Destruction in one hand, and develops a claw method with the other hand. His five fingers are like locks, and the breath of death is permeated. This is the Dragon Burial Claw. It is different from the Divine Fist of Destruction that he created himself. This Dragon Burial Claw
, is a dragon-capturing technique created by Burial Dragon Valley for the dragon tribes. It is recorded by Wushen. It is divided into three different levels of claw techniques: the Holy Realm of Reincarnation, the Realm of the Supreme King, and the Realm of the Emperor. The current one that Wushen can use is
, which is the burial dragon claw of the Holy Land of Reincarnation.
Roar!
As his hands moved together, dragon roars rang out in the starry sky, dragon patterns appeared on his body, and even behind him, a picture scroll faintly emerged, in which dragons were flying, falling into the sky one by one, staining the sky with blood.
This is a picture of a group of dragons lying on corpses. As it evokes the origin of death, the dragons wail, targeting all dragon bloodlines. At the edge of the prisoner saint picture, Ao Zhan changes color, and feels a faint tremor of true dragon bloodline. Although
It's very weak, but it's real. Even for a dragon king like him, it's conceivable what kind of oppression most people from the dragon clan or the human-dragon family who are not as bloodline as him will encounter. Their combat power is probably going to weaken the people close to him.
Half, or even more.
hold head high!
Su Qinian was unmoved. His bloodline returned to his ancestors. With the help of the light of the world, he stirred up the divine form of the ancient heavenly dragon. His bloodline has surpassed all the dragon clans in the world and became the highest ancestral lineage. The ancient heavenly dragon was in the ancient times.
During the years, how could the beings who competed with the gods be afraid of the dragon-capturing technique pioneered by a supreme powerhouse? Even as Zhan Wu used this dragon-burial claw, the blood of the heavenly dragon in the human bloodline was touched, giving birth to thunder.
anger.
The phantom of the ancient heavenly dragon raised its head behind Su Qinian and let out a roar that shook the starry sky. The dragon was as powerful as a prison, and its platinum-glazed dragon eyes were like the sun and moon in the sky, staring at Chen Wu.
At this moment, the phantom of the ancient heavenly dragon was so large that it was almost half the size of the wild land where the Blade Spirit King's tribe was located. It was countless times larger than many stars. Although it was just a phantom, it seemed to be alive at this time.
His eyes fell, and his mind trembled. He suddenly felt that using the Dragon Burial Claw was not a wise choice. This supreme martial art was created, but it still had many shortcomings. It could target the Dragon Clan, but it could not scare all the Dragon Clan strongmen.
Especially the ancient Tianlong, which is called the Dragon Ancestor.
Compared to Chen Wu, at this moment, Su Qinian felt an unprecedented strength. His energy was full and hot. His whole body seemed to be ignited, and his fighting spirit had reached the highest level in his life.
His fist glowed like a platinum sun, with the divine radiance of glass. With a bang, the rain of time splashed, shaking away the Divine Fist of Destruction and Dragon Burial Claw. Even though Chen Wu tried his best to dodge, he was still hit by a punch on his shoulder.
, he groaned, and was beaten away. There was a sound of bone cracking on his shoulder, and a wisp of blood splashed across the starry sky.
What!
This scene shocked countless young masters at the foot of Zhenyun Mountain, especially the followers of Emperor Zi Wu who came from the Central Region. At this moment, they felt as if they had eaten a dead mouse, and their chests felt tight. What did they see?
The emperor was actually punched by the Suotian descendant and flew away. Even under the prisoner holy picture, the emperor was definitely the most powerful. How could he be defeated? This scene was hard for them to accept.
"What a domineering punch!"
A powerful saint lamented that this boxing technique contains the secret of time, bringing together the taboo of time and the bright road, the greatest strength, and the flow of time. The decisiveness of never turning back can really be regarded as a first-class holy boxing.
.
"This child's dragon veins are probably extraordinary..."
In a corner of the wild land, an old saint's eyes are full of vicissitudes and far-reaching. Suotian's lineage has always been continued with the blood of the wild dragon, but the divine form behind this son is not a wild dragon, nor does it look like a real dragon, but it is majestic.
, it seems that it is still above the two dragon clans, which has to be doubted. After all, there is a legend above these two dragon clans, or it can be said to be...
myth!
The legends belonging to the gods can be traced back to before the vast starry sky. They are older than the ages of hundreds of worlds and even longer than the barbaric years. They were the ancient times when gods existed.
"Ancestor Dragon?"
The old saint murmured, looking up at the vast starry sky, more than 30,000 years have passed since the Third Era, and there is still a long period of time before the end of the era. In the starry sky in the universe, among the hundreds of tribes in the sky, how many outstanding people have changed, who can defeat them?
Entering the supreme realm, before the end of the era, the bloodline of the ancestral dragon appears in the world. Does this herald something, is the chaos coming in advance?
Many elders and strong men fell silent. This battle made them see a lot of things, not only about the two young masters in this battle, but also about the fate of the entire human race.
On the wild land, most of the strong men were shocked and inspired. The myth of bloodline was broken. So what about the emperor's son? Even if he was of humble origin, he could still shake the starry sky. The last punch could also be said to be the power of most living beings.
Xinyiquan.
"Su Qinian, how dare you hurt me!"
Under the picture of the prisoner saint, Ji Wudong was really angry. He stretched out his hand to hold it, and a black divine spear emerged. This was his human body holy weapon. Even under the picture of the prisoner saint, the power of the holy way was imprisoned. This was also a mouthful.
A rare divine weapon, made of forbidden divine gold, which is far superior to ordinary divine gold. When his divine spear moves, it sets off a storm of destruction. If it were not for the prisoner saint picture, the starry sky thousands of miles away would collapse, and be hit by this spear into silence.
Destroyed, returned to ruins and become empty.
Roar!
Behind Su Qinian, the ancient celestial dragon, which was more majestic than the stars, let out a dragon roar that shook the starry sky. Immediately, he made fist seals with both hands at the same time, and his two arms were as gorgeous as platinum and glass, blooming with infinite light, and the time rain formed into pieces, covering
Thousands of miles of starry sky.
Clang!
Su Qinian used a pair of fists to hit the Divine Spear of Destruction, and thousands of sparks formed like flowers, becoming a wonder in the starry sky.
The Divine Spear of Destruction was so shaken that it bounced back and forth, and Wu Wu finally changed his color. At this moment, Su Qinian's fist power was extremely intense, beyond his imagination, and the edge of his fist was even more solid and indestructible, capable of shaking the holy soldiers without missing a beat.
Downwind.
Of course, this is also related to the further loss of control of the Buried Dragon Body. The dragon soul locked in the body is struggling. With the long roar of the ancient dragon, it is taking away his control over the physical body. This is a bigger battle than ever before.
Fierce civil unrest.
puff!
Blood spattered, and Xiao Wu staggered backwards. The shoulder that had just been injured was directly penetrated, leaving a clear punch hole.
Stepping on the Road of Time, Su Qinian's feet stretched out the avenue of light. His speed was unparalleled, and all the saints were amazed. It was so fast. This kind of time movement technique was beyond the scope of ordinary people's imagination. It could retreat faster than Wu Wu. Su Qinian
Nian's fist was so powerful that his fist seal was so big and powerful that he fell again. With a bang, he was knocked away and his chest collapsed. The fist mark was clear, causing his internal organs to vibrate, and numerous dark cracks appeared in his battle bones.
It was like a dream. At the foot of Zhenyun Mountain, a group of followers from the Central Territory had dull eyes. The emperor was suppressed by the Suotian descendant and was at a disadvantage. Blood spattered more than once. It seemed like one palm after another.
It slaps them hard in the face and makes them feel ashamed. It is a direct and undisguised irony.
"How could the emperor..."
"I don't believe it. It must be the prisoner saint who suppresses the emperor and makes him restrained everywhere!"
The Saints did not believe that there was a Saint Son from the Central Territory, and began to look for excuses to comfort themselves, and became more and more certain that from the bottom of their hearts, they looked down on their peers outside the ancestral homeland of the Central Territory. (Please vote for monthly recommendations,
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