Chapter 1710 Hit Your Letter

Chapter 1710 hit you

The two stood in the virtual sky, facing each other at a distance, causing turmoil in the world.

All the people who entered the city stopped, and the big and small ghosts in the city also smelled the smell of gunpowder and ran out in groups of three or five.

When they saw the flying dragon and the underworld generals, they all showed surprise. Which of the underworld generals under the Throne of Yama is not famous in the underworld.

"That should be the flying dragon and the underworld general, if it is the air covering the sky."

Too many people have bright eyes and seem to recognize the identity of the flying dragon.

There are many women among them, and all of them look at them with ripples in their eyes.

At only three hundred years old, he has become a saint, and he has been enthroned as an underworld general. Throughout the entire underworld, there are absolutely not many.

Such as Feilong Mingjiang, is the male god in women's mind, the perfect kind, beautiful! All love heroes.

"What is the background of the one who is fighting against it." After seeing the flying dragon and the underworld general, the eyes of the spectators were placed on Ye Chen again.

"A quasi-sage, your brain is flooded? How dare you challenge the flying dragon and the underworld general, how can we be so self-sufficient?"

The discussions came one after another, and they were all in awe of the flying dragon and the underworld generals.

But for Ye Chen's fellow, it was more pointing.

"You old brother, you are famous!" On the side of the crowd, Zhao Yun leaned on a stone pillar and sighed with emotion.

"That's it." Qin Mengyao smiled and took Zhao Yun's arm, "After we get married, you can't bully me, otherwise, with my brother's violent temper, you will look good."

"After this battle, your brother will probably be honest for a long time." Zhao Yun said meaningfully, and consciously pushed Qin Mengyao's hand away, "We are really unfamiliar."

"I'm born once, and I'm familiar with it again!" Qin Mengyao laughed, and regardless of whether Zhao Yun wanted to or not, she dragged it up and left, "They beat them, let's find a place to exchange feelings."

"I won't take advantage of you, I'll make you convince you that you lose." As soon as Qin Mengyao and Zhao Yun left, Feilong Mingjian opened his mouth, his words were flat, his eyes were calm, and he looked at Ye Chen.

When the words fell, he saw that he pointed at the eyebrows, the saint was cultivated, and he was ordained as a quasi-sage, and his momentum also fell a lot.

His move,

Provoked by the Quartet, "This is the demeanor of a general, self-identity is invincible, it's really great courage."

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, and wanted to laugh when he was teased by the flying dragon.

It's really self-confidence, the saint level is not enough for me to fight, you are still downgrading to fight, are the underworld generals so crazy?

"It should be fair if the quasi-sage aligns with the sage." Fei Longming said indifferently, his eyes full of contempt, and he never looked directly at Ye Chen.

"As long as you are happy." Ye Chen shrugged and spread his hands, "Whether it is a quasi-sage level or a saint level, it doesn't make any difference."

"Arrogant." Flying Dragon Ming snorted coldly, smashing the empty sky with one step, and covering it with one palm, there was actually a universe in the palm of his hand.

"I have crazy capital." Ye Chen smiled playfully, instead of retreating, he advanced, punching eight wastes, blasting through the dark sky.

The fist and the palm collided, the palm and the fist collided, and the thunder exploded in an instant.

In the imagination, the picture of Ye Chen being suppressed by a palm did not appear, not only did it not appear, but it made people surprised.

With one punch and one palm, Ye Chen was like a monument, standing still.

As for the flying dragon, the underworld general was not so decent. After retreating a dozen feet in a row, he stabilized his figure, and his metacarpal bones had burst.

The spectators were all shocked, their expressions were wrong, and they were defeated in one move?

The most shocking was the flying dragon and the underworld general, with a pair of sharp eyes narrowing slightly, staring at Ye Chen, "You... You are actually a desolate holy body."

"I didn't say I wasn't." Ye Chenyou smiled.

"Holy body? That person is the desolate Holy Body?" There was an uproar in all directions.

"So, you have the same bloodline as the emperor?"

"No wonder the blood is so majestic, no wonder it dares to challenge the flying dragon and the underworld.

"This is interesting. The flying dragon and the underworld general are powerful, and the Holy Body is unparalleled. This battle is worth seeing."

"The emperor learned that he would blame the flying dragon and the underworld general."

"What kind of identity does the emperor have, how can he participate in the battle of the younger generation."

"Okay, very good." In the voice of the discussion, Feilong Mingjian smiled, his eyes glowed with fiery light, and his expression was extremely excited.

He had heard that the Eucharist was invincible at the same level, and considered himself powerful, but he had never believed it. He wanted to fight the Eucharist to break the myth.

However, there is only one Holy Body in the underworld, and that is the emperor.

The emperor and the emperor were shoulder-to-shoulder, he dared not challenge, and now he has another Holy Body, he can realize his long-cherished wish, how can he not be excited.

"I want to see if the ancient god body...is really invincible on the same level."

There was another divine pattern between his brows, and the already surging qi and blood were even more majestic, and each strand was wrapped in thunder.

"Come." Feilongming fully opened his combat power, pushed horizontally with one palm, hit nine divine dragons, and roared away at Ye Chen.

"You're a long way off." Ye Chen murmured, the big golden hand turned into an illusion, wiped away the six dragons with one palm, and smashed into ashes.

The remaining three dragons hovered, their mouths wide open and thunder spit out of their mouths.

Ye Chen didn't dodge, dodge, or defend, and let the thunder split.

The emperor, the gods, and the gods punished him. Will he be afraid of thunder and lightning?

The so-called Divine Dragon Spitting Thunder is just a tickling.

Shenlong thunder and lightning tickle, his attack is not a joke, smashing one end with one palm, smashing one end with one punch, the most tragic is the third head, which was smashed by his foot.

Everything is between lightning and flint, and the nine-headed dragons are all killed.

"Flying Dragon Finger." The flying dragon is about to kill, and a finger of divine light penetrates the sky, and its power is unparalleled, destroying the dead.

Ye Chen is very beast. With the hard steel of the holy body, the nine paths and eight barren fists are combined into one, and one punch blew up half the body of the flying dragon and the underworld general.

The flying dragon was miserable, and he stepped back again. The blood-stained bones collapsed into the empty sky, and every bit of it was dazzling.

The spectators were terrified, wondering if it was going to be so bloody.

Here, Feilong Mingjian has stopped his body, and his bursting body has healed rapidly, and blood has also poured into his body.

This guy was irritated, his brows were radiant, and there was a treasure seal flying out, which was shaped like a dragon, like a jade seal.

The soldiers of the Holy King, the real soldiers of the Holy King, are dangling with vigour, sometimes in the shape of a dragon, as heavy as a giant mountain.

"Suppress me." The Flying Dragon Ming general hissed, urging his natal weapon very close, and he descended into the sky, crushing the empty sky.

"Can it hold me down?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, and came up to the sky, like a wild beast, sweeping the atmosphere of the Eight Wildernesses.

Although the Holy Soldier Treasure Seal is strong, it cannot stop him from attacking.

With one punch, only one punch, Baoyin was blown apart by its bombardment, which shocked the hearts of all parties, how strong this fleshly body is.

The natal weapon is broken, and the flying dragon will be backlashed, and he will step back.

Before he could stop his figure, Ye Chen's servant arrived again, but he was neat, without saying a word, and attacked when he came up.

After that, I couldn't bear to look directly at the picture, Ye Chen attacked and fought all the way, and Fei Longming retreated and knelt all the way.

Blood splashed all over the sky, and the dim sky was also blood red.

The scene is so urinal, it is so lawless.

Under the dignified Chu Jiang throne, he was fighting against the same level, but he was actually a quasi-sage level, and he couldn't lift his head all the way.

Perhaps, no one understands Feilong Ming's state of mind at the moment.

He has many secret techniques, but he can't use them.

To be more precise, there was no time to perform, and even before the secret technique was used, Ye Chen's attack had arrived, and he didn't even have time to breathe.

There was nothing in his eyes, and there were only golden fists, each punch was stronger than the other, and it was impossible to tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

Compared to him, Ye Chen's servant is extremely beast.

He deceived himself to Feilongming's approach, and beat him with all his might.

He is like a god of war, he has no weapons or weapons, and he has no secret methods or supernatural powers.

The spectators, the corners of their mouths pulled straight, swallowing their saliva fiercely.

Is that quasi-holy? I have never seen such a fierce quasi-sage.

After all, a person is an underworld general, and he is well-known in the underworld, but you can't even breathe because of you all the way.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, the flying dragon Ming will fall into the virtual sky, crack the earth, and also splash blood.

"I don't believe it." This fellow resisted the fight, and when he got up, he flew into the sky, his eyes were blood red, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

"Then I'll hit you." Ye Chen came down from the sky, rushed up to the flying dragon, and was slapped down again by his palm.

Hey, the handsome flying dragon and underworld generals are in contact with the ground again.

This time, he tried to get up again, but failed.

In other words, Ye Chen didn't let him get up, and just pressed it.

When he was done, the slut rode on the man, grabbed the man's collar with one hand, made a fist with the other, and clenched it loudly.

"If you don't believe it, I'll let you not believe it." Ye Chen showed his great power, and he seemed to be very angry, punching punch after punch, scolding while beating.

The ground cracked open, he fell with a punch, the ground trembled again and again, leveled the ground, and was stunned to be hit with a big hole.

He didn't know why he was so angry, but when he saw Fei Long Ming's face, his hands were inexplicably itchy.

Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law, you dare to think, if you want to flirt, I will flirt, and I can only flirt. You motherfucker is the onion.

The more Ye Chen thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the stronger he became.

The thumping sound, one after another, without stopping.

The spectators did not say a word. They only heard rumblings coming from the big pit. Every rumbling, their hearts trembled. Not to mention watching, it hurts to hear.

I don't know when, the rumbling sound was annihilated, and the world was quiet.

Under everyone's attention, Ye Chen climbed out of the big pit, carrying a storage bag in his hand, which was the storage bag of the flying dragon.

This guy is laid back and in a good mood, humming a little tune, turning the storage bag, swaying, and heading straight to the ghost town.

The war is over, he did not destroy the flying dragon.

Ordinarily, he should be eliminated, and it will save trouble in the future.

The key is that Feilong Mingjun has a special status. He is Qin Mengyao's brother, or maybe Zhao Yun's eldest brother.

So, he was very kind, and gave people a sigh of relief, not for Qin Mengyao's face, but for Zhao Yun's face.

After he left, a group of spectators surrounded the big pit, and because of the flying dragon, they lay there.

Everyone looked down, and the corners of their mouths twitched collectively.

Today's flying dragon and underworld generals are so miserable, they have lost their human form, and their good bodies have become a lump.

"It's the first time I've seen General Feilong Ming being done so badly."

"The one called Ye Chen is also very natural. If you agreed to discuss it, this motherfucker beat him to the death! He also robbed people of treasure."

"It turns out that the myth that the ancient sacred body is invincible at the same level is not a joke. Don't fight with him if you have nothing to do."