"Dongting Baibo wood leaves are sparse, and Yan Hong began to enter Wu Yunfei.

Yun Han Yan Hong bitter. The wind and sand stay in Xiaoxiangpu, and the festival priests are sad and tearful like rain.

The heart of the day is bright, and the Lord is known according to the things.

The strong man is angry and majestic.

Ande leans on the heavenly sword and crosses the sea to slay the dragon!"

Another war song sounded, and the princes and kings blushed and walked on the war song.

At this moment, they seem to have returned to the beginning of their youth, back to the era of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, even if hundreds of years have passed, they are still majestic and heroic, and they are cast into the Great Wall of steel with flesh and blood.

No matter how strong the dragon is, how many masters of the dragon clan is?

The roar of the princes and kings can tear apart the sun and the moon and level the mountains and rivers. The original empire of death was established in the roar of them.

Countless years have passed, and the dragons are still stuck in the past, but the princes and kings are getting stronger and stronger.

Yes, they are stronger. At the beginning of the founding of the country, there were only thirty-six princes and kings of Emperor Wu, but now, every prince and king is Emperor Wu.

The previous thirty-six martial emperors were also stronger than before, and under the leadership of Li Jiuyou, the princes and kings stepped into the sea like tigers descending from the mountains to fight the dragon.

Yechen stood on top of the sky-breaking dome and watched all this with relief, he saw that the blood of the princes and kings was not dry, he saw that the Empire of Death was stronger, and he saw the invincible dragon clan show a frightened expression.

Unconsciously, the Terrans of the Death Empire were able to fight with the Dragons.

Yechen knew that there was no need to anger them, and the power in Xiaocui's hands could continue to be used as a hole card.

"Roar, roar!" the Dragon Emperor roared in the sky, and the Golden Dragon Sword exuded a peerless edge.

Ye Zixuan competed against each other, and a sword in her hand swore to compete with the Dragon Emperor, dragging the Dragon Emperor to the battlefield and unable to return to help.

"Roar!" On the Dragon Emperor's body, the dragon robe cracked, revealing the golden dragon scales under the clothes.

Immediately afterwards, the Dragon Emperor's body continued to grow larger, his head was raised, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden dragon that spanned the north and south of Jiangyin City.

The dragon's claws are comparable to a small mountain, its head is as huge as a mountain, its two red eyes are like the scorching sun, and its long beard is fluttering, making it extremely powerful.

A huge long sword floated in front of the golden dragon, and this sword also became very huge, Ye Zixuan's figure compared to the golden dragon sword, like an ant attached to the sword.

The Dragon Emperor's deity has rarely been seen.

The people below saw the golden dragon man, and they all showed shocked expressions, the shock of this huge body was too powerful, and people couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

The golden dragon floated in the air, and its majestic voice spread like muffled thunder: "Ye Zixuan, today you will go to hell with Ye Changtian and be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate." ”

Ye Zixuan said lightly: "Old Dragon, it's not the first time that this palace has fought with you, you think that if you get bigger, you can win this palace, it's too naïve." ”

The dragon clan revealed its body, which was naturally more handy, and the huge body of the Dragon Emperor must contain extremely terrifying power.

Ye Zixuan fluttered in the wind, and the ribbons of her robe danced under the impact of the Dragon Emperor's momentum, standing in the nine heavens like a dusty immortal.

The dragon's claws slapped fiercely, and the golden dragon sword glowed with golden light at the same time, and the light strangled towards Ye Zixuan.

The claws contained terrifying power, and the golden light shattered the void like a sharp arrow, wrapping Ye Zixuan layer by layer.

Ye Zixuan stepped on the silver light, her body flew in the wind like lightning, dancing in the golden light, and the terrifying attacks of the Dragon Emperor were all avoided by Ye Zixuan.

At the same time, Ye Zixuan's sword erupted with silver light, and the sword light soared into the sky, condensing into a shocking divine sword and slashing towards the huge body of the Dragon Emperor.

The golden light on the golden dragon sword bloomed, crushing Ye Zixuan's sword light, although the huge body of the Dragon Emperor contained great power, he didn't dare to really use his body to resist Ye Zixuan's sword, Ye Zixuan's attack he needed to resolve it all.

"In front of this palace, your body is a burden!" Ye Zixuan said lightly.

"Roar, roar, roar!" Below the battlefield of the Dragon Emperor and Ye Zixuan, there were also countless roars of the dragon clan, and one after another the dragon clan was suppressed, and they all turned into dragon bodies to fight against the princes and kings.

A martial emperor-level melee began.

The quality of the Martial Emperor masters of the Dragon Clan is higher, and the number of masters of the Human Race is even higher, and the two sides are fighting extremely fiercely.

Kong Ming and Hua Qiong changed to the world's attention, and they stood in the forefront, blocking the most powerful attacks for the princes and kings behind them.

The Nine Shadows of the Nether King seemed to be incarnated into the Nine Demon Kings at this moment, and the black aura continued to bloom on his body, and the black iron armor contained an extremely majestic power of death.

"Hahaha, Yechen, die!" A divine dragon rushed through the layers of obstruction with the help of his companions, and came to Yechen's face, with a rampant sneer, the dragon's claws slapped at Yechen fiercely.

It seemed that as long as his dragon claws fell, everything could be over, and he didn't believe that the little martial saint could still resist his attacks.

"Protect Your Majesty!" Yunxiao roared angrily.

"Keep fighting!" Yechen's majestic voice sounded, and then his right hand stretched out to the side, and with a grasp of the void, black light burst out, condensing into a black magic sword.

Yechen held the magic sword in his hand, his body still standing straight, and the magic sword slashed down from the top, and then a stunning sword light slashed through the void and across the dragon's body.

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and the dragon's body split in two, then fell from the sky and smashed into Jiangyin City below.

In Jiangyin City, Su Yan flew up, grabbed the corpse of the giant dragon, and then dragged it into the general's mansion.

"This, how is this possible!" The white mirage on the treasure ship in the sky watched all this in horror.

The dragon clan is the biggest reliance behind her, and it is the most powerful existence in her opinion, but now, the power of the dragon clan cannot win in front of the Empire of Death.

Ye Zixuan is too powerful, Kong Ming and Hua Qiong are also too powerful, and the Blue Moon, who rarely makes a move, is also surprisingly powerful.

On the body of the mirage, a multicolored light suddenly appeared, surging towards the entire battlefield, as if space was distorted under this multicolored light.

She is not good at fighting, but in the dragon clan, she has a pivotal position, especially in this kind of melee, as long as she creates an illusion to confuse the enemy, even if it is only a fraction of a second, it is enough to decide the victory.

She is the killer weapon of the dragon clan, so she will not show people easily, if it were not for the existence of Yechen's Mirage Dragon Ball, the dragon clan would not tell the world about the existence of the mirage.

Her illusion can even be confused by the original night and long sky, let alone these princes and kings in front of her.

Below, the same multicolored light swept in, colliding with the multicolored light of the mirage's bloom, and then dying out of each other.

The mirage turned its head, looked angrily at the figure in the distance, and roared, "Yechen!"

It was Yechen who drove the Great Array and the Mirage Dragon Ball to make a move, dissolving the mirage's illusion.

(End of chapter)