Chapter 720

"The strongest battle of the king?" Chu Yan nodded thoughtfully. He had little contact with Longmeng, only Lin ang, but he had a preliminary understanding of Longmeng.

Today, he also wanted to see how terrible the fighting power of the top three in fairyland was.

"Boom!" At this time, the ground trembled wildly. Hua Qingfu took the initiative to attack. Countless tsunamis gathered in the world, as if they were invincible. It was extremely terrible.

But he did not stop, countless sharp spears condensed, become extremely terrible, as if to pierce the world in general, buzzing constantly.

"What a terrible blow." The heart of the people around was trembling, and they all held their breath when they saw that countless spears would devour lin'ang.

Can lin'ang stop such a terrible blow.

Or, is it really the king who can block it?

However, in the terrible crisscross of power, Lin ang was indifferent, standing in the same place, as if overlapping with the shadow of the sage, turning into a huge holy image, with a circle of halos on his head, allowing the spears to approach, but all of them solidified in front of him, then disappeared without a trace.

"This..." Everyone was dull. Just now, the terrible power, any spear, seemed to be able to kill the emperor, but in front of Lin ang, he was so vulnerable.

What a force it is.

Chu Yan looked at the meat jump as well. They were really strong.

"It's my turn." Lin ang nodded slightly and strode out. With each step, countless saints' virtual shadows immediately overlapped and turned into a huge palm in the void, which was mercilessly photographed.

People around the eyes of a coagulation, however, at this time, the earth trembled, everyone is crazy speed backward.

Hua Qingfu also felt the power. With a burst of breath, countless Guanghua turned into a shield in front of his chest to resist the huge hand, and the two forces crushed.

"Boom!" However, the giant hand seemed to have infinite power. It was useless for Hua Qingfu to resist it. With a click, the shield of the light curtain was broken. His eyes were fixed, and the huge holy hand hit him, which made his body tremble. Wow, he spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew straight back to the ground.

"Is it over?" Watching Huaqing Fu fly out, the eyes of the world are frozen.

Even before, Huaqing Xianchao did too much, and huamuzhe defeated Tianjiao of all the top forces.

However, the defeat of Huaqing Fu, all this will be no objection.

The Dragon League is still a Dragon League, which can't be bullied or violated.

"Prince!"

"Brother!"

Everyone's face a coagulation, huaqingyun eyes is shrunk, rapid to fly forward.

But at this time, Hua Qingfu suddenly raised his hand in the ruins and stopped Hua Qingyun. Then he looked up into the void, with a trace of reluctance and pain in his eyes.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was defeated in the first world war just now. He was the second in the list of immortals, but he was defeated by the disciples of the Dragon League.

"You are defeated. Hand over the man." Lin ang calmed down in the void and didn't take the opportunity to pursue him, because everyone knew that although Huaqing Fu was defeated, it was by no means weak. If he fought back, Lin ang might not be able to bear it.

Besides, after the high-intensity World War I just now, Lin Ang's condition is not good.

"It's not over yet." However, Huaqing Fu got up, now he is no longer proud of the past, but his eyes are very firm.

"I thought that the junyijing could end. Since I can't, I'll forget it. But today, the winner must be me." Huaqing Fu is plain, but with the fall of his voice word by word, all of a sudden, there are countless holy lights scattered in the sky.

The endless sea around him suddenly boils and becomes a sea of fire.

The temperature between the heaven and the earth has risen. I'm afraid it's just like this.

Even thousands of meters apart, the onlookers were burning with desire.

In the crowd, Lin Xueqiao's autumn eyes slightly coagulated, looking at the sea of fire: "originally, he has reached that step, no wonder today, he will have such confidence to be the strongest one of this generation."

"Elder martial sister, what power is this?"

"The power of sages." Lin Xueqiao said in a low voice that the heart of the fairy in yaochi fairy palace trembled again and looked at Huaqing Fu in shock.

At the same time, Chu Yan raised his head and was surprised to see the power. The power was beyond what he knew. He asked, "is this the holy meaning of sages?"

"Well, it's half a saint." The king of Qin was also shocked, and then he became worried. Although he knew that Lin Ang's fighting power was very strong, and that he would not even lose in one of the king's situations, now that the other side had understood the meaning of half a step, the meaning was different.

There is an insurmountable gap between the king and the saint. Besides, the man, who is still Huaqing Fu, has great talent. With half a step of sainthood, even an ordinary saint, he is qualified for the first World War.

All of a sudden, the ruins where Huaqing Fu lies are burning, turning into countless flames, looking up at Lin ang: "you are a respectable opponent, so if I win you today, I will lose a lot of fun in my life, but today I can't lose, even at all costs."Lin ang looked at Huaqing Fu seriously. The Holy Spirit turned into a terrible light wheel and rolled it down. It was great power to be extraordinary.

The saints are regarded as extraordinary.

Such power, even he can not underestimate.

All of a sudden, the air around lin'ang was beating, and there was a merciless flame burning, as if to tear him to pieces. Everyone's eyes were fixed. Is lin'ang going to lose such a terrible power?

Is the legend of Dragon League coming to an end today?

Of course, even if the war is defeated, who can say what?

Lin ang has shown the strongest power in the monarch. He is still proud of his defeat.

But he didn't want to lose.

All of a sudden, the breath in Lin Ang's body soared, and the shadow of the saint behind him became more concrete. He became a saint, and the terrible golden light withstood the fire and did not melt. Then a Golden Dragon Seal appeared above him.

"Seal of the holy dragon!" Lin ang suddenly cheered, and then a terrible force came out. The sound of thumping continued, and the ground was smashed.

The holy dragon on the sky is lifelike, as if it were alive. It soars in the fire and shoots out.

With the ambush of the golden dragon, all the flames were scattered one by one, and Lin Ang's thoughts seemed to overlap with the shadow of the dragon.

"Is it also the holy meaning used by lin'ang?" Feeling the oppression of the golden dragon, the people of the holy Dragon League speculated one after another, if not, how can he resist the holy meaning of Huaqing Fu?

"It's just that he didn't understand the meaning of Shengbu Fu, which is lower than that of Anglin." The king of Qin said seriously.

The golden dragon, the saint of the dragon, has its own holy power.

In the sky, the terrible flame and the Golden Dragon kept colliding, the cold wind was like a knife, and countless vitality were raging.

People can clearly see that their figures are constantly shaken back, their clothes burst, and they are bleeding. They are very embarrassed.

At this moment, the king of Qin, Hua Qingyun, jianbeifeng, Youzi, Shuzi, Lin Xueqiao, all of them were the strongest people in the fairyland.

I'm afraid that even they can't get involved in such a battle.

This is the pride of the top three, representing the pride of an era.

"Boom!"

At this moment, however, there was a terrible tearing sound in the void. Suddenly, both forces twisted and disappeared from the air with a bang.

Everything seems to be calm. Lin ang and Hua Qingfu are the only two left in the world. They look at each other across the sky. They are miserable at this time, but no one has fallen down. They play chess like that.

Unexpectedly, it's a draw

It's a draw.

"You got in the way." Hua Qingfu was the first to speak, with some pain in his voice.

In other people's eyes, today's World War I was a draw, but he knew that in fact, he was defeated. After all, he was half a step higher than Lin ang, but he still failed to defeat Lin ang.

How can lin'ang win if he understands the holy meaning?

This made him extremely painful. He always believed that he was the pride of this era, but today, he failed to win Lin ang, so he was no king.

"Let go!" Lin Ang's face was as pale as before, and he roared.

"Boom!" All the people in Huaqing Xianchao took a step forward. Up to now, the two sides have formed a dead feud. Fortunately, Huaqing Fu has not been defeated, but it is a draw. In a word, the two sides will have a peak war.

"Let go!" However, at this time, Hua Qing Fu suddenly opened his mouth, which surprised countless people.

"Elder martial brother!" Hua Qingyun is not reconciled to shout, whether it is Chu Yan's supernatural power, or the evil sword, supernatural power, are top treasures, seeing that they are about to get it, how willing to give up.

"I'll let you go!" Hua Qingyun was unwilling to clench his fist, and then he hummed coldly: "let go!"

The people of Huaqing Xianchao were not reconciled, but they untied the lookout on the flame stone pillar.

Falling from the flame stone pillar, Wang Feng was seriously injured. He dragged his seriously injured body to Chu Yan and Lin ang: "elder martial brother, I'm ashamed of you."

"Well, I've heard about that battle. I did a good job. I didn't disgrace the Dragon League. As for your realm, if you improve it, you will win sooner or later." Lynn shook her head.

"Lookout, who caused your injury." Chu Yan looked at Wangfeng's body, with countless broken blood marks, cold way.

"Hua Mu zhe!" With a low roar, he was captured by Hua Qingfu and handed over to Hua muzhe, who was greatly humiliated.

Chu Yan's eyes were fixed, and he looked up at Hua muzhe. The other side seemed to feel this look, and said with a joking smile: "how, are you ready to do it?"

"Elder martial brother, I will avenge myself." Wang Feng clenched his fist and suddenly called out.

Chu Yan took a deep breath, and then nodded his head. In the end, he didn't say much. He slowly turned around and wanted to leave.

However, seeing this scene, Hua Mu zhe showed a smile: "don't fight? Hehe, it seems that the strength of the disciples of the Dragon League is also uneven. Not everyone can afford the legend. "The crowd was speechless for a while. Is that true?

Today, Longmeng once again created a legend. Lin ang and huaqingfu had a strong duel and drew.

You are the sage.

But now, Hua muzhe says that not all the disciples of Longmeng are worthy of legend.

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