Chapter 1643



"Long'er! Hurry up!" Long Tianqiu roared furiously.

"Young Master, be careful!" Long Nitian and the others also shouted in panic.

"Brother Feng..." Ling Xiaoxiao was extremely flustered, and the tears of the elite kept falling.

"Chen'er..." Xiao Qingqing also panicked to the extreme, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"It's over... The young master of the Dragon God is seriously injured, and he can't stop the power of Zhu Miantian!"

"This shameless beast! If it wasn't for his indiscriminate methods, how could Long Zun be seriously injured by him?"

"The outcome is already divided, we lose, the young master of the Dragon God is defeated, and no one can save us."

Feng Wuchen was their only hope, but at this moment they were hit hard by Zhu Miantian, which was undoubtedly a devastating blow to them.

Once Feng Wuchen was defeated, all of them would have to die.

The Dragon Temple, the Dragon God Clan, the three great families, the Spirit Beast Clan and other major forces will no longer exist.

At this time, Feng Wuchen has gradually woken up.

It is a pity that he has been seriously injured, and Yan Sheng Jue has lost its efficacy and cannot help Feng Wuchen recover from his injuries.

"It's too careless." Feng Wuchen secretly said, Ben opened his eyes, and he had already seen the lightning-like burst of Zhuxietian.

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

The candle extinguished the sky in a flash, and a fierce and ruthless punch slammed into Feng Wuchen, with a bang, Feng Wuchen turned into countless light spots and dissipated on the spot, the Dragon God Sword flew out, and the void shook violently.

"Dragon!"

"Alliance!"

"Little Lord!"

Seeing the scene where Feng Wuchen turned into countless spots of light and dissipated, everyone in the Dragon Temple cried out in grief and anger, and many people couldn't bear to close their eyes.

"Haha! What god domain, what brand new power, isn't it dead in the hands of me, Zhu Mietian? Haha!" Zhu Mietian laughed frantically up to the sky.

"Young Master won! Long Zun was killed and vanished!" The three of Amaterasu cheered in ecstasy.

"Sure enough, the bet was right." Dongfang Lie in the distance was completely relieved, and his tense nerves relaxed, only to find that his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

"Young... The young master was killed..." Everyone in the Dragon God Clan sat on the ground as if they had lost their souls.

"Brother Feng's breath...disappeared..." Liu Qingyang's eyes widened in horror, and tears kept falling.

"Impossible! It's impossible! No, Brother Feng won't die." Ling Xiaoxiao cried in grief, like a wounded angel, which made people unable to help but care.

"Chen'er..." Xiao Qingqing fell into a coma.

"Madam! Madam!" Feng Zhengxiong was very sad and could not bear such a heavy blow in his heart.

"Husband, is Long'er really dead?" Long's mother asked sadly, tears streaming down her face.

"..." Long Tianqiu didn't answer, the whole person seemed to be several decades old.

"Haha! Hahaha!" Above the void, there were all the crazy laughter of Zhu Mietian, wave after wave of waves.

Killing Feng Wuchen, Zhu Mietian can be described as a shame, completely erasing the stains in life.

That feeling of excitement is more pleasant and comfortable than anything else.

However, behind Zhu Miantian, who was laughing wildly, another figure appeared at an unknown time.

Zhuxingtian didn't notice anything at all.

The three of Amaterasu, who were in a very excited state, suddenly shouted, as if struck by lightning, stiff on the spot, and fear had already covered their entire faces, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Dragon... Long Zun! Young Master Zhu! Long Zun is still alive!" Dongfang Lie exclaimed in extreme horror.

"What? Long Zun is still alive?" Zhu Miantian, who laughed wildly, suddenly stiffened, and a strong sense of unease came to his heart.

"Are you too happy? Do you really think you can kill me?" Feng Wuchen's cold voice came.

Zhu Miantian trembled, his expression full of horror and disbelief.

When Feng Wuchen appeared, Zhu Miantian didn't notice it, and couldn't sense Feng Wuchen's breath.

The attack just now had clearly blasted Feng Wuchen to ashes, and it was impossible for Feng Wuchen to be alive.

What exactly is going on?

As soon as Dongfang Lie said this, everyone in the Dragon Temple was stunned for a while, and then their eyes turned to the sky at the same time.

"Young Master! Patriarch! Really Young Master! Young Master is still alive!" The moment he saw Feng Wuchen, Long Nitian shouted in ecstasy.

"The leader of the alliance is still alive! The leader of the alliance is still alive!" The Red Emperor shouted ecstatically, and everyone in the Dragon Temple shouted in ecstasy.

"Brother Feng! Aunt Xiao, Brother Feng is still alive! Still alive!" Ling Xiaoxiao cried with joy.

"Madam, have you seen it? Long'er is still alive!" Long Tianqiu was also extremely ecstatic, and tears fell from his old eyes.

"Long'er is still alive!" Long mother nods again and again, crying with joy.

"Young Master!" Everyone in the Dragon God Clan shouted excitedly.

The entire Dragon Temple is boiling, and the feeling of returning from hell to heaven is endlessly refreshing.

"How could you still be alive? Are you a human or a ghost?" Zhu Mietian turned around with difficulty, seeing Feng Wuchen standing in front of him unscathed, Zhu Mietian was immediately stunned.

Zhu Mietian was stunned and said in disbelief, "You have already been killed by me, it is impossible for you to be alive, this is absolutely impossible!"

"What do you think?" Feng Wuchen sneered playfully.

"boom!"

"puff!"

When the words fell, Feng Wuchen slammed a fist into Zhu Mietian's chest, with a bang, Zhu Mietian spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

Unprepared, Zhu Mietian was also unable to resist Feng Wuchen's terrifying punch.

"God's Secret Art! The Ice Dragon descends into the world! The sky descends and the gods fall!"

Feng Wuchen mobilized the magical power with all his strength, forming a mark on his hands, and finally shouted, and the double divine art was simultaneously displayed.

"Roar!"

A noble and soul-stirring dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In the void, I saw an incomparably huge ice dragon coiled on a huge meteorite, imposing incomparably vast, like an ice dragon pulling a meteorite from the sky, the picture is extremely spectacular and has a great visual impact.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was stunned and completely petrified on the spot.

No one dared to imagine the terrifying power of the combination of ice dragon and meteorite.

"The candle extinguishes the sky, now you know whether I am a human or a ghost?" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

Zhu Miantian had a ferocious face, gritted his teeth and roared, "I don't care if you are a human or a ghost! You have to die!"

"Buzz!"

Zhu Mietian's injury has recovered and recovered, the divine power of the heavenly way and the divine power of Tiangang erupted with all their strength, and the two forces were fused, and the energy of destruction was condensed again.

"God's Secret Art! Daluo's Soul Destruction Divine Seal!"

"God's Secret Art! Divine Demon Heaven and Earth Slash!"

"God's Secret Art! Endless Eight Wastelands!"

Zhu Mietian was a little panicked at the moment, and he used the divine art one after another in one breath, and the power of the three divine art of destruction burst out, rushing towards Feng Wuchen's ice dragon with the power of destroying everything.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

However, the bombardment of the power of the three gods, in addition to destroying the void, could not shake the ice dragon and the meteorite.

"Impossible!" Seeing the ice dragon smashing down with a meteor, Zhu Miantian was horrified and shouted in horror, "No! Long Zun, stop!"