An invisible coercion came overwhelmingly, making Han Sen frown slightly. The tide-like aliens and nobles did not rush up again, but just trapped him around.
He raised his head slightly and saw a copper chariot pulled by ten monsters that looked like birds, neither birds nor beasts, coming across the sky. The terrifying aura came from those ten monsters.
Han Sen secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong. The ten monsters pulling the cart had an aura that far surpassed that of the Dragon Duke. They were probably king-level beings. Then the characters inside the copper cart would probably be even more terrifying.
Han Sen didn't know much about the dragon clan before. He also learned about Long Yi's name from Long Jiu and Xius. He heard that he was the leader of the younger generation of dragons, so he thought he was not very old and could only be a Duke at most.
That's all.
But Han Sen ignored one thing, the youth of dragons and the youth of humans are two different things.
In the past, humans were considered young until they were thirty years old at most. Later, with the discovery of shelters and the increase in longevity, the definition of young was gradually pushed back.
Dragons are born with very long lifespans. Their so-called younger generation is probably those dragons who have lived for hundreds of years, which is not the same thing as the young people Han Sen imagined.
The curtain opened, and a black-armored and black-crested dragon was seen sitting in the bronze carriage. Although he couldn't feel the breath, Han Sen could probably guess just by looking at his posture that he was probably the king of the dragon.
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Sitting in the copper chariot with the Black-Crown Dragon King were two dragons, a man and a woman. Although they did not seem to have reached the king level, Han Sen felt extremely dangerous.
Long Fifteen and Long Nineteen greeted the black-crowned Dragon King together and saluted together: "Long Fifteen, Long Nineteen have met eldest brother, seventh sister, and ninth brother."
"The Dragon King is indeed Long Yi." Han Sen's mind turned over and over again, thinking about how he could fight for a chance of survival under a Dragon King.
"Are you Han Sen, the disciple of the Queen of Blades?" Long Yi sat in the bronze cart and glanced at Han Sen and asked.
"Not bad." Han Sen replied.
Long Yi stopped asking questions and turned to the dragon man sitting aside and said: "Old Jiu, go and get him, lest people say that our dragon tribe has no one and it takes so much trouble to get a marquis."
"Yes, brother." The young dragon got out of the bronze cart and walked directly towards Han Sen.
Hughes saw the young dragon walking towards Han Sen in the distance, his expression slightly strange.
"The nine sons of Longmen are very different from ordinary dragons. Each one has terrifying strength. Not to mention the arrival of Long Yi personally. Han Sen is afraid that he will be doomed today, but he doesn't know what he did to me. If
If it can't be solved, there will be some trouble." Hughes was secretly worried.
Han Sen watched Long Jiu walking step by step with the dragon gun in his hand. Although he couldn't see how he exploded with aura, it gave Han Sen an extremely dangerous feeling. Han Sen intuitively believed that Long Jiu's threat to him was not in Sharon.
Down.
"Are all dragons perverts?" Han Sen secretly cursed, but what he was worried about was not Long Jiu, but Long Yi.
Even if he defeated Long Jiu here, he wouldn't be able to solve any problem. As long as the king Long Yi is still there, it would be almost impossible for him to get out.
"Do we still need to teleport back to the shelter?" Han Sen really didn't want to take this last step.
"Dragon Clan Long Jiu." The dragon Clan young man appeared in front of Han Sen. He was wearing blood armor and a blood gun, which was very similar to Han Sen's blood red body.
Looking at it from a distance, I thought it was two dragon clans confronting each other.
"Han Sen." Han Sen simply reported his name.
Long Jiu didn't say any more, and stabbed Han Sen directly with the bloody dragon spear in his hand. His spear technique was the same as Long Thirteen's and Long Fifteen's, but the same spear technique, in Long Jiu's hands, was able to defeat Han Sen.
The terrifying feeling that stretches across the sky for eternity.
It gave Han Sen a strange feeling that no matter how hard he dodge, he couldn't fire this shot even if he was lying in the past or future.
His eyes condensed, and the blood-feathered knife in his hand was slashed out like a thread at the dragon spear. The knife thread collided with the spear light. Han Sen's knife thread was cut directly by the spear light. It was a thousand times more solid than the tip of a needle.
The gun light continued to penetrate Han Sen without stopping.
when!
The blade of the Blood Feather Knife struck the gun light, but the extremely condensed gun light was not broken into pieces. It spun like an electric drill, and the friction with the blade of the Blood Feather Knife produced electric sparks, which almost made Han Sen unable to hold on.
With the Blood Feather Sword in his hand, his body was knocked back by the force of the impact.
Han Sen slashed three times in the air before cutting the spear light into pieces.
With the same evil-destroying power, both at the Marquis level, Long Jiu's concentration of evil-destroying power is many times stronger than Long Shisan's. It's really a cold light that can ward off all evil.
Han Sen's strength is not inferior to Long Jiu, but Long Jiu's gun power is too concentrated. If he attacks just a little, it will be like a tiny iron needle colliding with a large piece of soil. No matter how big the volume of soil is, the place where the force is exerted is
But there was only that little bit, which couldn't stop Long Jiu's spear light at all.
The sword energy of the world combined with Yue Soul can be considered very condensed, but it is still far inferior to Long Jiu's spear light.
The Dragon Clan are basically experts at condensing compressed power, and confronting them head-on is just looking for abuse.
Han Sen looked at Long Jiu's gun power with the Dongxuan aura, and found that the chain of order that made up the gun power was like a honeycomb iron plate that was tightly compressed together. There were almost no gaps between particles, and it looked strange.
hexagonal honeycomb structure.
Han Sen had just blocked the spear light, and Long Jiu's second spear light came again. Before the second spear light came, the third spear light came up again.
The gun light was compressed to the extreme, one after another, giving Han Sen no chance to breathe.
Han Sen moved his feet and dodged Long Jiu's spear light again and again. Unless he could compress his strength to the same level as Long Jiu, he would only suffer a loss if he faced him head-on.
After the gun lights were dodged by Han Sen, they suddenly exploded like bombs. The power that had been compressed to the extreme, the force generated by the sudden explosion was even more terrifying than a full-force blow from the Marquis level.
Han Sen had no time to fight again. The dragon wings behind him flapped and he disappeared as if teleporting. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away, avoiding the explosive force of the gun light.
Long Jiu remained motionless as he fired one shot after another. The compressed gun light exploded without hitting Han Sen. Han Sen had to dodge and retreat again and again, and was at a disadvantage for a while.
Many of the dragon nobles and aliens who were watching cheered loudly, and even shouted Long Jiu's name. The shouts shook the sky for a while, but the sound was enough to make even the weakest people fearful.
when!
Han Sen's blood-feathered sword struck a spear light again. The spear-light was like a rotating poisonous dragon, driving forward against the blood-feathered sword, causing Han Sen's body to keep retreating, and his legs plowed out two holes on the ground.