blogombal Chapter 389
Chapter 389
"Light and Darkness·Double Dragons Breaking the Sky!"
The left-wing light dragon shadow drilled out with holy light, and the right-wing dark dragon shadow released the tide and rushed out.
Two huge black and white beams,
In the shocked eyes of the audience, the two dragons roared together and intertwined in the air.
The spiral intertwined beams rotated to the extreme, like a tornado.
Instantly pierced through the huge beast phantom with a bull head and a dragon body that rushed back, and hit Ye Wudao heavily with a lightning speed.
"Ah!"
A scream was heard, and bones broke.
Ye Wudao, the emperor's grandson with a prominent status and an arrogant position, was drilled into the ground by the tornado formed by the double dragon spirals. The ring shook and a creaking and harsh noise was heard.
Finally, it exploded with a bang, and the light and dark energy intertwined, submerging the Qinggang ring.
"This..."
"Emperor's grandson!!!"
The masters and female fans of the imperial city cried out in grief, anger and worry.
The crown prince Ye Fuyao's face was gloomy and cold.
The expressions of the princes and clan leaders were moved.
Jian Yixing exclaimed: "This boy is amazing. He can withstand the repulsion of light and dark forces and absorb this pair of dragon wings? He is a heavenly figure!!"
Mang Buliu rubbed his hands and exclaimed: "Amazing, amazing, this light and dark fusion is comparable to the martial soul fusion skill."
"An auxiliary can be so amazing. Today, this clan leader has opened his eyes."
The rain king's face was gloomy. Fortunately, this kid was just an auxiliary, otherwise, how could it be?
Since he offended him, he must be eliminated as soon as possible, and he must not be allowed to grow up.
The Yan king kept staring at the Tianwu king as if he had seen a ghost.
Others don't know, but he knows that this brother Luo has another main martial soul.
Without using the second martial soul, he killed the emperor's grandson?
Blazing!
Too blazing!
King Tianwu had a wonderful expression, not knowing whether to celebrate or smile bitterly.
Luo boy performed too well, he was afraid that he could not cover it up.
Qilin pattern, heavenly pupil, self-created soul skills, external soul bone, King Tianwu's heart was throbbing, regretting that he should not have told Luo boy to go all out last night, something was going to happen!
Who wouldn't be jealous of this horse? I don't want to catch him and dissect him.
King Tianwu clenched his fists under his bright yellow dragon robe, and a fierce look of iron-blooded determination flashed in his eyes.
The words were out,
Even if Luo boy was beaten to death by the emperor's grandson today, he would come out to cover it!
Above the sky, Luo Fanchen, with his dragon wings shining, has become the absolute focus, and it is his turn to look down with a calm look.
Not to mention the cheers and admiration of Ye Xiying and other girls, Purple Cloud Fairy Lin Shengyi frowned: "Where is the limit of this man?"
On the Qinggang Arena, the raging light and dark power finally dissipated.
Ye Wudao's scales were broken and bleeding. His handsome and domineering face was covered with scratches. His right arm was even fractured and bones protruded from his elbow.
But he stood straight and looked up at Luo Fanchen in the air.
Blood poured into the blue vertical pupils, and endless murderous intent burst out.
His voice was hoarse and low, containing infinite anger: "I didn't expect you could force me to this point."
"Swoosh!"
Luo Fanchen landed back on the arena, put away a pair of dragon wings, faced Ye Wudao, and smiled without saying a word.
The audience was surprised and puzzled.
What was he doing? Wasn't he giving up his advantage in the air and letting the emperor's grandson fight?
"You look at me with pity?"
Ye Wudao felt a sharp pain in his heart, and raised his hand to bend his broken arm back.
"Crack!"
He slapped the white bone spur that had pierced his elbow back.
Such cruelty shocked everyone present, and a chill rose on their backs.
But Luo Fanchen was not among them, and shook his head and said:
"Don't be sentimental, I didn't miss you, I was just thinking about my acceptance speech."
"Roar!"
Ye Wudao roared, and the ancient blue dragon martial spirit felt the anger of the master, and its potential was stimulated. Ye Wudao's wounds and flesh moved and recovered quickly.
"Did you forget that I still have a trick to use!!"
"You can force me to use this skill,
Luo Fanchen, I would like to call you the strongest assistant of the empire, the first person under me!"
His right arm shone with a dazzling dragon shadow, firmly locking Luo Fanchen.
"You can't dodge this move!"
Ye Wudao smiled, looking confident, and said word by word:
"Soul bone skill--"
"Withered"
"Wood"
"Dragon"
"Void!!"
Accompanied by a long and loud dragon roar, a vast blue-black dragon shadow emerged.
The dragon swam a hundred feet and reached the far end of the arena in an instant.
What puzzled everyone was that Luo Fanchen had no intention of dodging at all, and let the dragon shadow connect head and tail, turning into a weak and withered divine ring, and wrapped around him.
In an instant, Luo Fanchen's momentum rapidly weakened.
Under the attention of more than 200,000 spectators, it quickly weakened by more than 90%.
"It's over!""Qianlong City is still glorious even though it lost."
"Without this perverted magic skill, Emperor Sun really can't win."
At this moment, only the most stubborn little black fans and brainless female fans are supporting Emperor Sun.
Everyone else was convinced by Luo Fanchen's performance.
Many viewers turned from haters to fans and began to feel sorry for Luo Fanchen:
"Almost, just a little bit!"
"Only one step away from creating a supporting myth, it's a pity to be a black to the end."
"Bang!"
Ye Wudao's spirit and energy condensed into one, and his state reached the peak state.
Mobilizing all the strength in his body, he rushed out on the spot,
To complete the success with this punch, completely end the game, and blow up Luo Fanchen.
"Hahaha."
"Luo Fanchen, you lost!!"
Ye Wudao laughed loudly, resounding throughout the venue, and had already killed in front of Luo Fanchen, and punched out a dragon fist with great force that he was confident was enough to kill the game.
"Bang!"
A heavy muffled sound was heard, but the imagined scene of a weak Luo Fanchen being crushed by a punch did not occur.
Prince Ye Fuyao's eyes widened,
The audience was shaken, shocked on the spot, and all looked dumbfounded.
Ye Wudao's pupils shrank, and he looked ahead in disbelief.
Luo Fanchen, who was hit by the Dead Wood Dragon Void, just raised his knees and legs, and used his knees to firmly hold his fist, and all the force was like a drop in the ocean.
"This..."
"This is impossible!"
"Hasn't your combat power been reduced by 90%?"
Ye Wudao almost doubted his life at this moment, and no one could understand the scene before his eyes.
Luo Fanchen sighed and shook his head, "What illusion makes you believe that you are my opponent now that I have weakened my combat power by 90%?"
The audience opened their mouths wide, and Ye Wudao's pupils dilated, furious to the extreme:
"Fuck..."
Before he could even utter the word "fart",
Luo Fanchen's legs burst out with an extremely heavy brown divine light, as heavy as a thousand pounds. How could the legs with the Holy Dragon Soul Bone attached to them over a million years old be easily broken?
Just stimulating a part of the power was enough to be amazing.
One leg kicked out, carrying a thousand pounds of momentum,
like a flying mountain, hitting Ye Wudao's chest heavily.
"Crack!"
"Crack——"
The scales flew off, the sternum was broken, and it collapsed directly.
Ye Wudao's eyeballs bulged, and he spurted blood. His whole body was curved in an inverted C shape, and he flew out like a cannonball, shooting a hundred meters.
In a flash, he rushed out of the ring and slammed heavily into the waiting area of Kuangyan City behind him, smashing the injured Kuangyan City team members into the wall.
Bricks and stones fell, smoke and dust rose, and the place instantly turned into a ruin.
The whole place was silent, and you could hear a pin drop, and it was dead silent.
No one expected such a scene to appear. Why didn't the withered wood dragon void work? ?
Everyone looked at the only exiled immortal youth standing on the ring with full of questions.
The handsome young man was slowly retracting his legs, and his exiled immortal face let out a helpless sigh:
"Sorry,"
"It's all my fault..."
"Damn the power of one tenth of it!"