Roar!

The sound of dragon groans roared incessantly, and behind all the geniuses, a divine dragon phantom was formed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, there was a dragon-shaped phantom suspended behind everyone on the stage, big or small, but everyone had it, but only Han Xiao had it, and there was no dragon vein aura coming down for a long time.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was confused, and even the referees were a little dumbfounded.

It stands to reason that with Han Xiao's previous performance, at least he had to lower the eight-zhang level dragon qi and attach it to his body.

At this time, Ye Canglang, the dragon-shaped phantom behind him, has eight feet and eight feet, and in the crowd, it looks particularly eye-catching, and it has the taste of being arrogant.

And Xuanyuan Mad is even slightly shorter than Ye Canglang's dragon-shaped phantom, but it is also a dragon qi of the eight zhang level, which shows that their strength is basically on the same level.

In addition to the two of them, there are also two dragon-shaped phantoms, which have also reached the level of eight zhang, namely Xinggongzi Night Star Soul and Mingyue Qianlong.

Among the others, the dragon-shaped phantom was the largest in the Sword God Palace, reaching seven zhang and nine feet, infinitely approaching the level of eight zhang. There is also the Chu curtain of the Jiuli Gate, which is not much different from the dragon-shaped phantom of the clouds.

It's just that everyone's eyes are looking at Han Xiao in unison.

How could there be no dragon qi on his body?

"This is outrageous, it is completely impossible to happen!"

Originally, everyone should have discussed who had such a strong dragon breath, and who was extremely talented, and was actually recognized by the eight-zhang level dragon breath.

But now, Han Xiao did not have a dragon-shaped phantom on his body, but it made all the spectators, referees, players, and millions of players outside the Panlong Holy City dumbfounded.

"In the past ten thousand years, this kind of thing has never happened, not to mention, this is still a peerless demon with a chance to win the championship!" The three groups of judges looked at Han Xiao in the ring in surprise, it stands to reason that Han Xiao, as a dragon descendant, should be recognized by the dragon vein qi.

Han Xiao looked at the gazes of countless people, and he was also a little confused in his heart.

"Han Shao......" Yue Yuxuan lowered his voice and leaned in front of Han Xiao, "Are you so angry that you don't dare to descend from the dragon qi." ”

"Get out of your uncle!" Han Xiao glared at him, "Isn't your guy with tens of thousands of miles of crotch fluttering heavier than me!"

"Hey, hey. Yue Yuxuan smiled, "Then how do you explain that the dragon vein breath doesn't baptize you?"

"Damn, how do I know?" Han Xiao spread his hands and looked at the referee's seat, in this case, how could the qualifying battle continue?

"Eighth Elder, this situation ......" The referees of each group also looked at the referee, this spirited old man, holding his chin, thought for a long time, and then said slowly: "The dragon vein breath is not unwilling to recognize him, but is afraid of him. ”

"Fear ...... Fear!" The pupils of each group of referees shrank suddenly, "Elder, this is impossible, these are all ancient dragon souls!"

"Look on, this teenager, it's not easy. The Eighth Elder closed his eyes slightly and did not continue to speak.

In the ring, everyone looked at each other, how can this be compared?

Seventy-one geniuses, all of them because of one Han Xiao, blocked the link of leaving a name on the heavenly list, and on the huge wordless heavenly monument, no name has been engraved yet.

"Hehe, everyone is waiting for me for a ......" Han Xiao touched the bridge of his nose, he seemed to have a lot of face.

In a quarter of an hour, those ancient dragon souls hovered in the sky one after another, and still none of them descended on Han Xiao.

Two quarters of an hour!

An hour!

Finally, in the depths of the entire Panlong Holy City, there seemed to be a shocking muffled sound.

Roar!――

Whew!――

One after another, an incomparably violent aura tore out of the void.

Above the ring, all the ancient dragon souls were languishing.

Even the eight-zhang level dragon-shaped phantom behind Ye Canglang, Xuanyuan and the others all lowered their heads high, as if they had seen a monarch high above.

"What's going on?" Xuanyuan clenched his fists frantically, his eyes staring at Han Xiao, his eyes flashing with fierce battle intent.

Could he, could it be that there is something more terrifying about the dragon soul?

All the geniuses, all the spectators, all the referees, all the eyes were on Han Xiao.

A powerful aura, one after another ancient dragon souls, with that terrifying dragon roar, all hovered above the ring, tumbling endlessly.

"Come on, come on!" Han Xiao's heart seemed to be inspired by the evil dragon, and the scene of the hundreds of millions of dragon clans and endless beings bowing to him came to mind.

Open your mouth to devour the galaxy, wave your claws and pierce the universe!

I am the evil dragon, the supreme of all souls!

Uncontrollably, Han Xiao couldn't help but let out a low roar, and in an instant, the ancient dragon souls of the seventy-two dragon veins surrendered one after another.

One, two, three!

The entire seventy-two dragon souls, all the dragon vein breaths, descended from the sky one after another, and all of them drilled into Han Xiao's body!

Seventy-two dragon veins, all surrendered!

Ten thousand dragons surrender, dragons worship!

Han Xiao stood in the middle of countless dragon-shaped phantoms, like a dragon clan holy emperor.

Everyone watched this incredible scene, and even more so, their legs were weak and they couldn't help but collapse on the ground.

That breath is terrifying!

"This kid's dragon bloodline, I'm afraid it's not just the level of the ten ancient ancestral dragons, it's very likely to be a dragon emperor! No, it's the master of ten thousand dragons, the emperor of the dragon emperor!" The three groups of judges swallowed their saliva, pushed the eight groups of judges next to him, and said in a low voice: "Do you still remember, what was written on the "Red Dragon Scroll"?"

"You mean......" The eyelids of the eight groups of referees jumped wildly, and they turned to rejoice: "We, the Red Gold War Dragon Clan, have finally waited for this day!"

"Whether it's him or not, we'll soon find out. ”

On the referee's seat, the eyes of the eight elders flashed with excitement, "Great Dragon Ancestor, the new master of our Red Gold Battle Dragon Clan has finally appeared!"

……

"All dragon vein breath, all surrender!" Outside the Holy City, Ao Lingcang's face sank like water, and he faintly had a bad premonition in his heart, maybe this time they still couldn't catch Han Xiao.

Moreover, from now on, Han Xiao will return to the sea, and no one can restrain him anymore.

Long.

The dragon vein aura that was wrapped around Han Xiao's body finally rose to the sky and hovered above the ring again, and at this time, behind Han Xiao, a dragon-shaped phantom of nine feet and nine feet slowly rose.

"Gollum!"

Countless saliva swallowing sounds came and went.

Ye Canglang, his face full of shock, stared at Han Xiao, and muttered to himself: "In history, the longest dragon-shaped phantom is only nine zhang and six feet, and this kid has reached nine zhang and nine feet! Moreover, this has not officially started the ranking battle, doesn't it mean that after the game is over, his dragon-shaped phantom will reach an unprecedented ten zhang!"

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