In the Qingyan Palace.

The scene was extremely quiet, and even the cyan fire that had been burning all the time seemed to have forgotten to burn.

No one thought that a peerless murderer, a True Monarch-level powerhouse with a fifth-order remnant soldier in his hand, would be killed on the spot by a young man with only two moves.

"It's incredible, a young man actually killed the Broken Sword True Monarch, could it be that he is a King Realm powerhouse?" The remaining four martial artists glanced at each other, and then, they walked to the bottom of Ye Zheng and knelt down directly.

"Please help!"

Ye Zheng killed the Broken Sword True Monarch with one move, and for a while the power was monstrous, and he was so frightened that he and Mo Yang couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

In order to reduce their sense of existence, don't be worried about Ye Zheng again, they can't wait to slap themselves, they are just brain-pumping, so they want to come to Ye Zheng for trouble.

"Alas!" Ye Zheng, who was in mid-air, looked at himself a little helplessly, the second-order long sword in his hand that had been broken, he shook his head helplessly: "Emperor-level martial arts are powerful, but if there is no high-level spirit soldier, it is also a trouble to use." ”

"It's time to get ready to find a sword-shaped spirit soldier. ”

Just as Ye Zheng thought of this, three men and one woman knelt on the ground below him.

"Why did this seat save you?" Ye Zheng lowered his body a little, and looked at the four of them lightly, he is not a philanthropist, he will save irrelevant people for no reason.

"My lord, as long as you save us this time, we are willing to follow your lord before and after the saddle. The four of them hurriedly said, apparently having already discussed.

When Ye Zheng and the three of them were fighting, Qing'er was not idle, his hands kept changing one seal after another, when Ye Zheng killed the Broken Sword True Monarch, her last seal was also completed, she looked at Ye Zheng with a smile: "Terran, it's really thanks to you, otherwise Miss Ben's Fire Dragon Refining Heavenly Array wouldn't have been completed so easily." ”

Just as Qing'er was speaking, Ye Zheng saw that the corpses of the Broken Sword True Monarch who were originally killed by himself and the Broken Sword True Monarch were slowly disappearing.

To be precise, it did not disappear, but turned into a stream of pure energy, which was absorbed by the spirit of the Qingyan Fire Dragon.

"You're welcome. Ye Zheng said lightly, as if he was talking to an old friend.

Qing'er's originally proud face stiffened slightly, and she was a little confused by Ye Zheng's words that did not follow the routine.

"Why are you like this? Shouldn't you be scared, shouldn't you feel scared, scared?"

"Afraid, does this kind of thing need to be in this seat?" Ye Zheng looked at Qing'er from a distance, with infinite confidence in his eyes, nothing could make him afraid.

"Oh, I'm so angry!" Qing'er looked at the young man opposite with hatred: "You wait for Miss Ben, if Miss Ben doesn't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, you won't be the spirit of the fire dragon." ”

After Qing'er finished speaking, two cyan flames appeared in her eyes, she beckoned to the ground, and suddenly, clusters of cyan flames on the ground converged in front of her.

"Rage of Long Yan!"

Qing'er's slender jade pushed out towards the place where Ye Zheng was, crackling, and the cyan flames in front of her quickly tumbled and deformed, and finally turned into a thousand-zhang long cyan fire dragon, biting towards Ye Zheng. Fat Cat Literature Network

The chaotic thunder wings behind Ye Zheng fanned, he clenched his hands into fists, and in an instant, he blasted dozens of punches towards the thousand-foot-long flame green dragon.

The two attacks collided and both dissipated, and neither took advantage.

"Don't show some little tricks to show ugliness. Ye Zheng withdrew his fist and said lightly.

"The tone is not small, then Miss Ben will let you taste the true power of the Fire Dragon Refining Heavenly Array. ”

As Qing'er's words fell, the entire Heaven Refining Array ran wildly, and then, from above, it was like an inverted flame lotus, covering most of the Qingyan Palace.

I saw that the lotus flower was completely composed of a terrifying Qingyan fire dragon that could refine everything in the world, and the refining power on it made people look at it, as if it would become the energy of the alien fire in it.

As soon as the Inverted Flame Lotus Flower appeared, Pan Zhen and the others below instantly felt the refining power that had been tepid, and it was violently strengthened several times, as if the next moment, their bodies were about to be refined.

They were immediately shocked, and hurriedly used the newly recovered Yuan Force to strengthen the defensive shield on their bodies, which was able to resist the sudden increase in refining power.

Panzhen's three four elephant realms are like this, and Mo Yang and Po Array, who were already injured, are even worse, and Po Array is a little better, after all, he still has a defensive array to guard.

Mo Yang and the four warriors kneeling on the ground were miserable, and their bodies almost didn't burn.

Naturally, he didn't care about Mo Yang's life and death, but it was still necessary for the four martial artists to save it.

None of the martial artists who can snatch the Fire Dragon Order and come to the Fire Dragon Mountain will be weak, and now is the time for the Thunder Tribulation God Sect to employ people, as long as they sincerely follow themselves, they will naturally keep them safe.

With a wave of his hand, Wei Tiantian and the four martial artists were pushed out of the range covered by the inverted flame lotus by Ye Zheng, and then, the coercion on Ye Zheng's body exploded, blocking all the refining power in front of him.

"You're a nice guy who went to great lengths to protect a few unrelated people. A hint of mockery flashed in Qing'er's eyes: "But what Miss Ben can't get used to the most is that people like you can't do it on their own, and they still want to protect other people." ”

"It's not up to you to decide whether this seat will work or not. Ye Zheng stood proudly in the air with his hands on his back.

"If you still have to pretend to die, then you can take your pride to hell. ”

"Flame Qinglian, fall!" Qing'er's hands pressed down suddenly, and suddenly the flame Qinglian above made a loud rumbling sound, like a burning canopy, smashed down from the void.

Before the attack reached the terrifying pressure, it had already come, and the three of Pan Zhen could no longer resist the pressure, and quickly withdrew to the side.

"Help me!" Mo Yang stretched out his hands to break the array.

Anyway, the two of them also fought against Ye Zheng together, thought about it for a while, and with a wave of his hand, he took Mo Yang and rushed towards the flame Qinglian, where there was no cover.

Ye Zheng's body also slowly fell down under the pressure of the Flame Blue Lotus.

"Fire Dragon True Body!" Suddenly, he shouted, his voice was like a dragon's groan, and the next moment, his body seemed to be inflated, constantly exploding, and at the same time, a layer of hard dragon scales also covered his body.

Ambilight, the dragon scales on Ye Zheng's body were under the flames, flashing with a metallic luster, giving people a feeling of extremely strong defense at a glance.