Chapter 1699

In an instant, 7714 real dragons rushed out of his body, and 49 real dragons covered the whole arena.

The ferocious mana surging, even the struggling ascetic monk, Xuanqing, fengqingyang, Fei Wuji and others were stunned.

Each fire dragon was the size of a planet. Under the control of Li Chenhe, 49 fire dragons roared down.

Such a spectacular and terrible attack shocked the people of the other seven forces.

The two princes of Donghuang Dynasty are so powerful that they are far more talented than the other seven!

Wuzhan also felt the power of the real dragon and went all out. He stamped his feet and roared wildly.

In the hands of the mace dance, the moment rushed to the galloping fire dragon.

"Boom" the first real dragon roared down, surging with huge mana, but it was shattered by Wuzhan with a mace.

But this is only the first one, and there are 48 fire dragons.

The stormy impact almost broke the whole arena. At this time, all the other geniuses stopped to watch the scene.

The real dragon roared, tearing the space and pounding down wave after wave.

"Number one!"

"Second!"

"Rule three!"

"Article four!"

"Article five!"

"Article six!"

Until the ninth dragon rushes down, the power of one set is stronger than that of the other.

The sorcery war can't support any more. The mace in his hand is broken. His bronze skin is full of wounds, and the blood of the sorcery family falls down.

The sorcerer fell down, his hands hard to support the ground, biting his teeth, a face of not admit defeat.

But the Li Shen River in the air seems to have been used to all this, looking at the bottom coldly.

"Seven of you, save time!" Li Chenhe called coldly.

Up to now, no one dares to say anything. Just now, the strength of the witch war is obvious to all, but even the witch war can't bear the attack of the real dragon which is transformed by the dragon's spirit.

Seven seven forty-nine real dragons. Wuzhanzhi resisted nine attacks, and the mace was shattered.

For any of them, who can bear it? "

"This boy has two talents!" Hao Wei was a little surprised. The attack power of Huangdao Longqi was really strong.

Although he is the old peak power of Huashen, he may not be able to withstand the continuous 7749 real dragon attacks.

"Yes, it's no wonder that this man has a bad reputation. He really has a good strength." The stars are boundless, exclaiming.

"I'm afraid this person still has hidden strength!" The master of Taiyin analyzed Tao.

They were puzzled and looked at master Taiyin. Master Taiyin shook his head. He just relied on his intuition.

At this time, Su Bai suddenly said: "it's true, this man has hidden strength."

"But the witch warrior is not defeated yet!"

Sure enough, as soon as Su Bai finished, the witch war that was about to end stood up again.

Wu Zhan wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth. There were many white bones on his tall body.

"You are strong, but I can fight again!" The sorcery war roars a, the whole person's body in the instant quickly enlarges.

A breath of distant vicissitudes emerges from his body, which is a kind of unparalleled ferocity.

Everyone was surprised, looking at the sudden change of the witch war, I don't know why.

The other members of the Wu clan roared with excitement.

"Ouch, ouch!"

"The blood of the ancestor!"

"The blood of the first ancestor has awakened!"

At this time, Su Bai's blood was boiling in his body. He could sense that there was a huge force in the wizard's body that was waking up. Although it was only a faint trace, he could not express the horror of words.

"The blood of Chiyou?" Su Bai said to himself.

He was curious about the legendary characters on the earth.

According to the oral description, Su Bai infers that Chiyou is at least a Super Master of banbu xianzun, and even suspected to be a real xianzun.

But he couldn't remember more, as if a force had naturally erased his memory of Chiyou.

The sorcery war suddenly became stronger, and its momentum was like a rainbow, as if there was a fierce beast dormant in its body, which made people shudder.

But Li Chenhe didn't care. He took a cold look at the witch battle, which was the size of a mountain. Then with a wave, a real dragon roared down.

The real dragon with the destruction of the imperial dragon impact on the body of the witch war, even self shock broken, but the witch war did not move.

"Very good, I want to see how many real dragons you can withstand!" Li Chen River a sneer, hands paddle, Huang Dao Long Qi reappearance.

This time, however, there was only one real dragon.

The difference is that the strength of this real dragon is much more realistic than the sum of the previous 49.The real dragon condenses into shape, surging with the power of destruction, comparable to a star.

"Kill Lichen River waved in the air, the real dragon roared, the space of the earthquake was extremely unstable.

In an instant, the ground fell apart, and even the leaders of the major forces over the stands were shocked.

I'm afraid Li Shen Tianhe's strength is not below them, or even beyond them.

In the face of the roar of the dragon, its claws are glittering and almost condensed into a practical form.

Even Li chentian, the eldest prince of the eastern wilderness Dynasty, had to feel that his younger brother was really gifted, and he had cultivated the imperial spirit to such a degree.

At the moment, the other members of the Wu clan, including the head of the Wu clan, were worried.

I thought that Wuzhan was the only one who had inherited a trace of ancestral blood in the body of the WUS for thousands of years. He was gifted enough to beat the poor at this conference.

But I didn't expect that the two princes of the Donghuang Dynasty were so powerful that they even exceeded the peak of their existence.

"Roar!" The Sorcerer's momentum was not weak either. His feet shook the ground, and he roared at the giant dragon which was descending from him.

the giant dragon was surging with violent power, tearing everything apart, and in a twinkling of an eye he had already dived down, drowning the body of the Sorcerer's battle like a mountain.

No one knows what happened. The whole arena is shaking. If it had not been protected by special array, the arena would have been broken.

Huangdao dragon spirit spread, at the same time, there is a light emerge, full of ancient flavor.

The magic power fluctuates. Even the friars at the peak of deification don't dare to find out the idea easily, because the idea will be broken by the terrorist force.

Finally, the aftershocks dissipated, and several startling big openings appeared on the ground.

Wuzhan's figure has returned to normal. His hands are on the ground, and blood is lying on the corner of his mouth, leaving scars on his bronze skin.

"I lost!" Wu Zhan said plaintively.

"Clan leader, clan people, I lost, I am ashamed of my ancestors!" Wuzhan cried out dejectedly.

At this moment, there was silence, no one dared to speak, and the wind of hunting sounded.

Everyone looked at the Li Chenhe with hands on his back in the air.

"Will you continue to fight?" Li Chenhe, like a king, toured the hall and cheered softly.