Chapter 1502： Battle Emperor Jiaolong

Seeing his anger, Lan Kun could only reluctantly return to his camp amidst the laughter.

Lan Chen said coldly: "In any case, Chen Yue, you have to give an explanation, why stop us from smashing the human murals?"

All the sea people looked up and down Yue Chen with suspicious eyes.

"It's very simple, for my Sea Clan!"

Yue Chen was calm and composed, with a calm expression.

"For the Sea Clan, what do you mean?"

Ao Kui asked in a puzzled way.

With a serious expression on Yue Chen, he shouted: "This mural is a manifestation of the hypocrisy of the human race. I think I should take it out and show it to our sea race!"

"Since our offensive was repelled by the human race last time, our morale has been devastated, and even the bottom sea race has had a lot of complaints. It feels that there is not enough human flesh and blood, and it is so miserable."

"We can just use this mural as a propaganda, exposing the hypocritical mask of the Human Race, and even sell it to the Human Race!"

After speaking, Pei Min's long sword flashed behind Yue Chen, cutting the mural from the wall and putting it in the storage ring.

"Sell to Terran?

Dealing with those foods? "

Ao Kui shouted hesitantly.

He was not tempted by the propaganda mentioned by Yue Chen. To him, the bottom sea race was nothing but cannon fodder, and their morale didn't need to care.

But the word transaction is somewhat appealing to him.

"I know a few human race nobles, they are very interested in collecting this kind of human race ancient things."

"With the value of this mural, a large number of human civilians can be exchanged, and everyone present at that time will be able to get at least one human food!"

Yue Chen said sternly, but secretly ridiculed these greedy sea races in his heart.

"I heard that some human nobles collect these things!"

Lan Chen shouted, agreeing with Yue Chen's words.

The emotions of the sea races became enthusiastic in an instant. For them, the human race is more important than anything as food.

Since the defeat of the Sea Clan, they have not even been able to approach the border of the human race, and it has been a long time since they had eaten fresh human flesh and blood.

"In that case..." Ao Kui nodded in satisfaction, and was about to discuss with Yue Chen about the number of human races. Suddenly, he heard a harsh roar in his ear.

Roar! A roar came from a distance. Although it was similar to that of a Western dragon, it was more majestic and clear than that of a normal Western dragon.

The Sea Clan who heard it instantly felt a sense of depression, a sense of blood being suppressed.

It's like a mouse meets a cat, even the idea of ​​resistance arises.

In an instant, a creature similar to a giant python appeared in front of Yue Chen, a pale yellow luxurious scale armor, with a sharp unicorn on his head, shining with cold light.

Its body length is hundreds of meters, although its size is huge, its speed is extremely fast, and it rushes toward the sea clan like an off-string bow and arrow.

In an instant, they rushed into the sea clan camp at the forefront, and several battle-sage clan leaders with elementary strength flew up in the air to stop them, and they were crushed in an instant.

"A flood dragon with the strength of the emperor?"

Yue Chen was surprised.

"What is a dragon?"

Serena asked curiously.

Except for the generals summoned from the system, people like Xiong Bao and Mu Chenyun looked at Yue Chen with curious eyes.

They had heard of Shenlong, but the term Jiaolong had never heard of it.

"A kind of half-dragon that has the blood of Shenlong, but is not Shenlong!"

Bai Qi explained briefly.

Although not completely accurate, the situation is critical at the moment, and he can't explain more.

"All the guards quickly moved closer, avoided the flood dragon's attack, and fled to the front of the passage!"

Bai Qi shouted.

The gods and generals returned to the army, the cavalry opened the way in the front, and the infantry guarded the long-range army rushing toward the front of the passage.

The Sea Clan along the way was directly crushed over, and Yue Chen did not have the slightest guilt, and even a little bit of joy.

If it were on the frontal battlefield, it would not be so easy to hunt these sea clan powerhouses.

Lu Bu and the others deliberately messed up and led the army to rampage among the Sea Clan, and the experience slot kept growing.

Due to the deterrence of the dragon hovering in mid-air, even though these sea races were hit hard, they did not dare to fly in mid-air to escape.

"Congratulations to the host for beheading the Zhan Zunhai Clan... for gaining experience... for obtaining magic coins..." The system's prompt sound kept ringing in Yue Chen's ears, and successively upgraded yellow lights flashed in the guards.

Lu Bu, Bai Qi, and Li Cunxiao also flashed the upgrade light on the ninth rank of the warlord who was only a line away from the battle saint.

Their experience is almost full, and the sea races that have been beheaded are all elite and rich in experience.

Yue Chen stared at the experience slot, watching the moment when the experience was full, the prompt sound also arrived as expected.

"Congratulations to the host for upgrading to the first rank of the battle saint!"

Yue Chen ran wildly with the guards, while sensing his current state.

Whether it is the Supreme Thunder or the speed, there has been a qualitative change.

The strength is at least several times higher than that of the ninth rank of Zhan Zun.

"Chen Yue, come and help hold it, or we will all die!"

Ao Kui's roar suddenly came from Yue Chen's ear, and he looked at Ao Kui and Lan Chen in front of Jiaolong.

Lan Chen's men supported them.

The battle saints of other little clans were on the periphery of the battle circle, and from time to time they made several attacks that were not painful to the dragon.

Boom!

Ao Kui's anchor kept smashing on the dragon, but the damage caused was minimal, and even a piece of scales did not collapse.

The black clock in Lan Chen's hand kept making sound waves and oscillating towards the direction of the dragon.

Although he had tried his best, he could only temporarily delay the marching pace of the dragon.

On the contrary, every time the Flood Dragon fired back, several people hurriedly avoided. Ao Kui's men were slightly inferior in strength, and they could not dodge as long as they were directly pierced by the sharp long horns of the Flood Dragon.

"If we die, no one will hold this thing, and then your men will not be able to escape!"

Lan Chen saw Yue Chen hesitate and gritted his teeth threateningly.

If it were not for worrying that all the elites brought by the Lan family would die here, he would not risk dragging the Jiaolong, "Yes, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, and now there is more than half of the way to the end of the passage."

"If we can't stand it anymore, you might be able to run. Can those men run?"

Ao Kui said earnestly.

His condition is worse than that of Lan Chen, and he is on the verge of exhaustion.

In addition, Lan Chen only used the black clock to interfere with him in the distance, and both the degree of danger to avoid and the degree of hatred of the Flood Dragon were lower than him.

At this time, Jiaolong seemed to be looking for him, and rushed in his direction continuously, still spitting out a whole cold air in his mouth, making him miserable.

Yue Chen thought for a moment, his figure turned into a flash of lightning and flew to Ao Kui's side, and the silver spear in his hand continuously pierced the Jiaolong, drawing sparks on the hard scales.