Ten Thousand Races Invasion: I have a doomsday simulator

Chapter 81 Stand up, Qinglong's true strength

Rou Tan held up his shield, and was constantly under the attack of the green dragon, as if he was accumulating anger.

Don't ask Qinglong why he only attacked his shield, the arrogance of the dragon made him disdain to attack other parts of the meat tank.

"I still don't believe it, your turtle shell has never been broken."

Qinglong charged up his strength for a blow, and a powerful aura gathered on his dragon fist. In an instant, a huge cyan dragon shadow took shape with lightning speed, and roared towards the shield. Broken, if it weren't for this special place, it is estimated that both of them would be directly and forced into the turbulent flow of space.

The collision of powerful forces caused the surrounding scene to be instantly covered with white light, and the energy generated by the fight between the two was no less than the previous collision of the planets.

"what!!"

Routan struggled to bear the blow of the green dragon's explosion, and his face was almost distorted, and there was a trace of bloodshot red on his pitch-black rough face, as if he had reached a critical point, he roared violently, bursts of blood red Ripples burst out from around the meat tank.

The companion on the side looked at Rou Tan so quickly, and the joke in his eyes disappeared. He didn't expect this guy to be so powerful, and he forced Rou Tan into a state so quickly.

"I don't know what era it is now, did the downcast Dragon Clan also have strong people sitting in it?"

The huge orc took this steel-like mace with maces, and looked at the battle situation and thought, don't think he is the strongest of the four.

In fact, he is the oldest of these four people, the most respected by them, and the first group of people to follow the Lord of Death.

Rou Tan roared furiously, causing Qinglong's blood to vibrate a little, and the condensed shadow of Qinglong's fist disappeared immediately, as if he had been ridiculed, and there was an urge to rush up to fight Rou Tan.

Seeing this, Yang Tian in the black robe in the distance didn't expect that this giant clan would be picky about the king. It seems that he is still the leader of the giant clan.

Rou Tan's eyes were filled with blood-red color, and the huge sword in his hand suddenly enlarged, hundreds of meters long, which made it look not like a sword at all, it should be said to be a hill.

The big sword was like a hill, pressing towards Qinglong. The strong air pressure locked him almost instantly, and the space became thicker. Qinglong could only watch helplessly as the big sword continued to enlarge in his pupils.

"boom!!"

A ferocious sound appeared in the hall, and a huge burst of smoke filled the air in an instant. Routan's great sword directly split the floor of the hall into a huge gully, with gravel splashing and smoke flying in disorder. The main hall is not an ordinary place either, it seems that with the power of time and space, it quickly returned to its original state.

"Quack quack!!"

The beetle at the side saw the smog, the pliers-like mouth was constantly moving and making sounds, the big white eyes were bent into crescents, and the tentacles on the head were frantically twisting, and began to gloat.

After Rou Tan heard the beetle's voice, he felt that it was the green dragon that fell under his sword, and a look of arrogance flashed in his eyes, dragon clan?It's a pity that it no longer has the ancient reputation.

When Rou Tan was still following the Lord of Death, as a direct descendant of the giant king, he had fought against many dragons in Wanjie, but the result was the same, and they all died under his great sword.

The dragon race is inherently obscene by nature, and keeps spreading branches and leaves, resulting in thin blood. After countless epochs, when the ancestor dragon died in battle, he fell directly out of the ranks of the ten thousand races in the starry sky. What happened to the Dragon Clan.

But from this point of view, although there have been some changes, they still cannot compete with the top races.

"Stand up! I allow it!!"

A majestic voice echoed in this space like an emperor above the nine heavens, cold and without a trace of emotion.

Rou Tan heard the words from the black-robed Yang Tian in the middle of the hall, and a slightly bad feeling rose in his heart.

"boom!!"

As if in response to the real dragon Yang Tian, ​​a clear dragon chant radiated violently from the smoke, carrying the meaning of anger.

A huge dragon shadow could be clearly seen taking shape in the smoke. After Qinglong heard the consent of the real dragon master, he directly opened his most powerful posture, the dragon-shaped real body.

"Third, be careful!!"

The moment the dragon shadow appeared, the orc quickly reminded him that he felt the strong coercion emanating from the smoke. He was only lucky enough to feel this kind of coercion on items containing the blood of the ancestor dragon.

The dragon clan relies on the superiority of the bloodline, the closer the bloodline is to the potential and strength of the ancestor dragon, the stronger it is, and the dragon chant in the smoke reminded him of the fear of being dominated when he explored the secret realm of the ancestor dragon.

However, the sound was not as fast as Qinglong's. Routan only saw a huge black shadow in his eyes, and then felt it. He was hit by a berserk force, and the bones in his body were completely shattered. .

The surrounding scene kept retreating, and the blood and viscera of Routan spat out from his mouth without any money. It was so fast that he didn't even have time to raise his shield before he received a tail flick attack from Qinglong.

"Snapped!!"

All of a sudden, he landed on a wall, and suddenly the entire wall was broken. A flash of light continued to repair and shatter, which was enough to see how powerful Qinglong's blow was.

"I... Nima!"

A word came out of Routan's mouth intermittently, and the dead silence guards in the other three directions rolled their eyes in their hearts after hearing it, so it seemed that he hadn't suffered any fatal injuries.

After all, the giants don't have any great abilities, they are notoriously resistant to beatings.

"Intuitive!"

He spat out a blood foam about the size of Yang Tian, ​​his face turned pale, and he struggled out of the big hole on the wall. In the hall, strong dead air gathered and poured into his body. middle.

"I didn't want to use the power of the boss at first, but you forced me. Today, your fat man will let you guys see what is called a dragon slaying warrior."

Apparently, Rou Tan's words were addressed to the three brothers standing in the corner of the hall. The strong air of death was like a black sticky tentacle wrapping it, and a piece of armor was born out of thin air.

The meat tank wearing a flying black gas helmet looked less casual and more sudden killing intent.

The meat tank with a piece of armor on its body has become taller, but compared to the green dragon in a real dragon state, it is still very small.

The eyes of the Qinglong in the real dragon state are as big as a planet. Don't ask why it can exist in the hall. It is because the Hall of Death and Silence has the function of space folding, so it seems that the Qinglong's form is only the size of a mountain.

But even so, it is not comparable to the giants in front of them.

(End of this chapter)