Volume 10 The Finale of the Chief of Dragons Volume 32 Imperial Classic 04
Volume 10: Head of the Dragons (Final Volume) 32 Empire Classic 04
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Xia Long Buji originally wanted to retain some strength, but Canglang's fighting style made him very angry. He glanced sideways and saw that Hanzi was taking a lot of time. He was furious in his heart, roared, and suddenly stepped back two feet.
Zhang Zhang, the Zifeng Sword flew out of his hand, turned into a purple dragon, and rushed towards the wolf with its fangs and claws.
For a moment, there was a dazzling purple light, bursts of thunder, and the purple dragon completely enveloped the wolf in it.
This should be Xia Long's unruly true strength. Cang Lang roared, and the reanimated stick in his hand rose up to resist. Amidst the roaring sound, the green and purple divine dragon rolled in the air like a violent wave, like a violent wave. After a moment, there was a "boom"
With a loud noise, the wolf's body was seen popping out of the air waves and falling straight down.
A figure flew out of the contestants' seats like lightning, caught the wolf in mid-air, and slowly descended from the air. It was Hanzi.
Xia Long's unruly figure appeared in the air, "swiped" and landed on the ground, looking coldly at Hanzi who was holding the wolf.
Cang Lang struggled to stand up from Hanzi's hand. Hanzi saw that his face was pale and a streak of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Xia Long's uninhibited full-force attack had seriously injured him.
"Old Wolf, you can't die, right?" Hanzi felt relieved when he saw that the wolf could still stand firm.
Cang Lang stretched out his sleeve and wiped the bloodshot corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this little chicken can't kill us."
Han Zi raised his head and looked at Xia Long Buji, and said with a smile: "Third Prince, you have indeed made progress. I look forward to the battle with you tonight. However, I hope you will still be able to use your hands and feet after tonight."
Xia Long sneered uninhibitedly: "We'll see who has a harder life."
At night in Longdu, at the eight corners of the school grounds, the fires in the cauldrons soared into the sky, illuminating the school grounds as if they were daylight.
Accompanied by hundreds of officials, the Dragon Emperor came to the school grounds at dusk to watch the finals of the Empire Classic, the peak showdown between Shang Long Wang Hanzi and Xia Long Buji.
"boom--"
A huge fire ring suddenly lit up in the middle of the school ground, surrounding the two people in it. In the raging fire, Xia Long had a cold expression on his unruly face and a bloodthirsty light in his eyes; Hanzi was still the same
He always had a faint smile on his face.
"Chizi sword?" Xia Long Buji said coldly when he saw the sword in Hanzi's hand.
"That's right." Hanzi said with a smile: "The third prince has Zifeng in his hand. I heard that its power is no less than that of the Seven Divine Weapons of Tianyu. I will try it tonight."
"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Zifeng slowly held it in his hand. Xia Long's unruly eyes suddenly flashed with light. With a flick of his arm, Zifeng turned into a purple dragon and rushed toward Hanzi with a roar.
"Okay, let's fight the flying dragon first!" Han Zilang laughed and threw out the Pure Sword with a "swish". The sword turned into a golden dragon and fought with Zifeng in the air. The two swords were controlled by the dragon's true energy of the two.
Below, they kept colliding in the air, making earth-shattering noises, and the entire earth seemed to be lifted up.
The flying sword transforms into a dragon, the pure purple wind.
After a crisp sound of "ding", the two swords flew back to their hands respectively. At this time, the two swords had intersected in the air more than ten times. As soon as Xia Long Buji took back the Zifeng Sword, he hurriedly checked his own sword and saw Zi Fengshang.
It was intact, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
Hanzi smiled and said: "Third Prince, don't worry, any magic weapon is rare, how could I be willing to destroy its foundation." After saying that, he put away the Chizi Sword, raised his right hand, and said slowly: "We, the Dragon Clan, always regard skills as our core.
Ao, third prince please."
In fact, Xia Long Buji was a little wary of the Chizi Sword in his hand, so seeing him sheath the sword was exactly what he wanted.
Hanzi's figure suddenly flew up and rushed straight towards Xia Long Buji. He was in the air and punched him. He laughed and said, "Take a dragon punch from me." As soon as the dragon fist came out, it was like a roaring wind,
With bursts of wind and thunder, the sky was dark and the earth was dark for a while, and even the raging fire on the ground was suppressed and darkened.
Xia Long Buji had seen the power of his Dragon Fist that day, so he didn't dare to touch him head-on, so he turned into an illusion and dodged away.
With two loud sounds of "Boom, Boom, Boom", Hanzi's dragon punch hit the ground just below Xia Long Buji, exploding a huge hole. Where the dust was splashing, no one outside the venue could see the two of them.
figure.
"If you have the guts, take a punch from me and try it!" Han Zi laughed loudly and chased after him. He used his telekinesis and suddenly appeared in front of Xia Long Buji, and punched him with a roar.
"I'll just take it, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Xia Long Buji had learned his magical teleportation skills before. This time, he was well prepared for the next fight. He quickly slapped out a palm to face Hanzi's dragon punch.
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"Rumble--"
As soon as the fist was connected, there was a loud noise, and Xia Long Buji's body suddenly swayed away. Hanzi chased after him, attacking him with dragon fists one after another. Xia Long Buji responded with a series of moves.
, and seemed a little in a hurry for a while.
This battle between the two changed from the previous betting battle, and turned into a situation where Xia Long was beaten uninhibited by both sides. Hanzi's attack was like a violent storm, without any interruption. After dozens of moves, Xia Long
If you are unruly, you can only parry, but not fight back.
"Come on, boss, beat this little chick to death!" Jin Jiang, Meteor and others all screamed to themselves.
"Okay!" Hanzi laughed loudly, and suddenly flashed to Xia Long's left side. He punched out an unparalleled dragon punch with a muffled "bang" and hit Xia Long's left shoulder.
.Xia Long let out a muffled groan and his body fell down violently.
"Okay!" Everyone, including the Dragon Emperor, applauded Hanzi's powerful dragon fighting style. Xiao Qi said to everyone: "The power of the Dragon Clan does not lie in how powerful its skills are, but in the Dragon Clan's continuous self-improvement.
Spirit. King Shang Long has mastered the essence of the dragon spirit. With this spirit, even if he encounters an opponent who is stronger than him, he may defeat him."
While he was talking, he suddenly saw that Xia Long's unruly body was about to fall to the ground. With a kick and a sharp roar, his body rose up into the air again. His whole body turned into a phantom in the air. No one could see him clearly at all.
Figure, only to see a huge dragon claws grabbing at Hanzi.
"Search for dragons!" Even the Dragon Emperor stood up nervously. King Xia had a smile on his face.
Long Da also had a worried look on his face. Except for the Dragon Emperor and Long Da, no one else knew the secret skills of the Purple Dragon clan.
Hanzi, who was chasing down from the air, saw in his eyes a huge palm that completely surrounded him in an instant, and a force that seemed to crush him to pieces came from all directions, making him
