"What kind of martial art is this? Origin! This is the origin of the Dragon Clan! The orthodoxy of the Dragon Clan, isn't this kind of martial art only controlled by the First Ancestor? Who are you?"

Long Moluo stared at Chu Fengmian and roared loudly.

He was a demon dragon at the peak of the Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, and at the moment when he had just seen the second form of the ancestor that Chu Fengmian had displayed.

He immediately sensed the subtlety of it, and this move almost represented the orthodoxy of the dragon clan.

It is the oldest and most mysterious martial art among the dragon clan.

In many ancient rumors, even the Dragon Emperor who stepped into the realm of heaven and man may not be able to control the martial arts.

Now it has appeared in the hands of an unknown little person.

Long Moro shot one after another, making countless killing moves, intending to resist Chu Fengmian's attack.

But as Chu Fengmian's figure flashed, he stepped out, and from the Dragon Emperor phantom behind him, he roared.

Long Moro's countless killing moves shattered one after another, and Chu Fengmian's figure rushed towards Long Moro.

"No, this person is really hard to deal with. ”

Long Moro stepped back, knowing that this time he had hit the iron plate.

He originally wanted to deal with Chu Fengmian and seize the power of Chu Fengmian's bloodline to increase his strength.

Therefore, it was the supreme means that dragged him and Chu Fengmian into the depths of the void.

Once you are trapped in the depths of this void, it is almost difficult to break out.

This move was originally a move he wanted to use to deal with Chu Fengmian, so that Chu Fengmian had no chance to leave.

Now he has lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot, in the depths of this void, even if he wants to leave now, it is not easy.

What's more, Chu Fengmian has been chasing him behind his back, and it is impossible to let him go at all.

"Demon Dragon True Body!"

Long Moro roared loudly, and saw that the power of the dragon bloodline above his body completely burst out.

His body also changed in the void, turning into a pitch-black demon dragon hundreds of zhang long, and the two dragon claws immediately bombarded Chu Fengmian.

"Don't struggle, a little demon dragon, unless you step into the realm of half-step heaven and man, otherwise in front of my bloodline, any struggle you have no meaning!"

Chu Fengmian looked at Long Moluo, who had changed into his true body, and also sneered.

From Chu Fengmian's body, the power of the Dragon Emperor's bloodline churned out, turning into a rolling dragon intent, enveloping the body of this dragon Moro.

The bloodline of this dragon Moro is only the bloodline of the ancient war dragon at most, but Chu Fengmian's current bloodline contains a bit of the bloodline of the ancient dragon emperor.

The dignity and humility of the bloodline are engraved in the body of each dragon clan.

In the face of a more noble bloodline, it will be suppressed.

If it is to deal with other demons of noble bloodlines, such as the royal clans of some demon clans, or even the legendary demon royal bloodlines, it is almost no less than those demon powerhouses with the strength of the demon dragon.

Chu Fengmian wanted to deal with it, and it was a little tricky.

But this dragon Moro is a demon dragon, and the power of the dragon clan cannot be erased in his bloodline.

The strength of this dragon Moro, under the power of this bloodline, has been reduced by thirty percent.

When he originally parried Chu Fengmian's offset, it was extremely difficult, and now it is even worse.

The continuous attacks had already bombarded Long Moro's body, and with each bombardment, many scales on his body were shattered.

"Damn! Damn! How can this person's bloodline be so powerful!"

Long Moluo roared wildly, his strength had been suppressed by Chu Fengmian, and he could only deal with Chu Fengmian's attack in a hurry, and he couldn't even fight back.

He could see that although Chu Fengmian's strength far surpassed that of the Eight Tribulation Ancient Emperors, compared to him, it was at most between the two emperors.

If he fights hard, maybe his strength will be above Chu Fengmian's strength.

But now, because his strength is limited by the suppression of the power of the bloodline, in front of Chu Fengmian, he can only be beaten passively.

The continuous bombardment will shatter the body of this dragon Moro.

"Old fellow, for the sake of the same dragon clan, I will give you a chance, surrender to me, I can not kill you, even in the future, give you the opportunity, let you step into the half-step heaven and earth realm!"

Chu Fengmian stared at Long Moro and said in a cold voice.

This Dragon Moro is the most powerful Nine Tribulation Ancient Emperor that Chu Fengmian has ever seen.

Although Chu Fengmian didn't know how long this person was still away from the half-step Heavenly and Human Realm, but with such strength, even if five or six ordinary ninth-level ancient emperors besieged him, they would be killed by him.

If Chu Fengmian didn't have the suppression of the power of the bloodline, the chance of winning against this dragon Moro was only fifty percent.

Once this person is subdued, Chu Fengmian's goal can be achieved, and he can also leave a trump card for the Sword Dao Gate, and there is such a strong man in charge.

Unless it is a strong person with a half-step heavenly and human realm who goes to attack the kendo gate, otherwise, no matter how big the danger is, the kendo gate will be worry-free.

"Joke, even you, a little Ancient Emperor of the Eight Tribulations, also want to subdue this Emperor? The Young Emperor can't subdue me, what are you! If it's not the suppression of the power of the bloodline, how can I be afraid of you!"

When Long Moluo heard Chu Fengmian's words, he roared wildly, his eyes were extremely crazy.

"Even if this emperor is planted in your hands today, you don't want to take advantage of it!"

"Doomsday Ascending Dragon!"

Bang!

From behind Long Moro, a golden dragon shadow suddenly flew out and rose from the sky.

With the moment this golden dragon shadow appeared, the strength on Long Moro's body also reached its peak.

The strength of his whole body was all condensed on this golden dragon shadow, containing the power of destruction, and he was completely desperate.

Doomsday Ascending Dragon!

The moment Chu Fengmian saw this golden dragon shadow, there was incomparably jealousy in his eyes.

He has the blood of the dragon clan, so he naturally knows that this move is the absolute killing move of the dragon clan, and once it is released, it will only end up with death.

It is a move that would rather be broken than broken, and the last move of all dragons.

The horror of this move, Chu Fengmian once saw a dragon when his strength was weak, and the power of this trick was terrifying to the extreme.

The dragon Moro in front of him is a pure war dragon bloodline, and the Doomsday Ascending Dragon is extremely powerful.

The surrounding void is shaking.

This Dragon Moro is now forced into a desperate situation by Chu Fengmian, and has fallen into the hands of Chu Fengmian, and would rather die than be subjugated by Chu Fengmian, this is the glory of the dragon bloodline.

"Unfortunately, this person cannot be subdued. ”

The moment Chu Fengmian saw the trick of the Doomsday Ascending Dragon, he also muttered to himself.

This move represented Long Moluo, who was already planning to die with Chu Fengmian.

(End of chapter)