Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

"This is……"

"My royal family's blue dragon combat skills?"

The emperor's grandson Ye Wudao stood up suddenly, staring at the ring, he was a little helpless with Luo Fanchen's behavior:

"This guy is confused!!"

"At this time, expecting to imitate my combat skills to fight against the opponent, the proficiency is simply not enough!"

Everyone in the White Tiger Emperor shook their heads one after another, especially the four priests shook their heads again and again, smiling happily:

"ridiculous!"

"Hoping to fight against my son by imitating other people's combat skills? What's the use of this.

King Tianwu and King Yan frowned worriedly.

So if Luo Fanchen has never learned the battle skills of the Canglong, how can the two of them not know?

The relationship between the two of them and Luo Fanchen is the best, and they dare not break the rules taught by Emperor Canglong, for fear of bringing this kid to death, so where can he learn?

Can only rely on imitation!

But the things imitated are not his own after all, so how can he compete with the opponent's tried and tested angel combat skills.

At this moment, carrying the power of the great sun, the holy son Huangyan who turned into a young god has already approached, and the phantom of the angel roared out with the light of his fist.

"The first form of angel warfare: Soul-shaking Fist!"

The moment the Terror Fist came to him, Luo Fanchen's body was full of green dragon energy, and his deep black eyes turned into vertical dragon pupils, majestic and cold, ignoring the enemy.

"The first form of the Canglong battle technique——"

"The body of the dragon's body · the claws of the blue dragon!"

Luo Fanchen's fluttering right hand clenched its fingers into claws, like a black dragon flying out with its bloody mouth wide open, the big dragon collided with the light and shadow of the angel's fist forcibly.

"tear--"

The howling dragon smashed into the phantom of the angel, forcibly grabbed the flesh and blood of Huang Yan's fist, and the flesh and blood shattered, tearing deep scratches on the pale gold bone.

The tearing sensation from the end of the fist made Huang Yan's pupils vibrate.

The opponent's left leg covered in cyan crystal scale armor came whipping, blue dragon leg!

Huang Yan hastily withdrew his hands and crossed his arms to resist.

"collapse--"

The six-winged Son, blessed by the power of the sun, blocked the trembling arm and flew out backwards.

The sound of gasping in the audience came one after another, it was unbelievable.

"This……"

"This player Luo's Canglong battle skills, how do you feel that he is more proficient in using them than the emperor's grandson Ye Wudao?"

"Who is the direct descendant of the Canglong Empire!"

"Oh my God!"

Someone has already scratched his head and made a sound of insanity and incomprehension:

"Tell me, tell me, does this look like a temporary imitation?"

"Strictly investigate Luo Fanchen's bloodline!"

The four priests in the sky were still smiling, their expressions froze, as disgusting as eating a dead fly.

The White Tiger Emperor and the others were even more unexpected.

He looked at Emperor Canglong in amazement:

"You old fellow, have you personally taught this kid the royal family's secret skills?"

Faced with the questioning, Canglong Great Emperor was also in a trance at the moment.

He taught a ghost!

Nothing.

Don't ask me, the emperor doesn't know either.

And he was different from others, keenly aware that Luo Fanchen's combat skills were not right.

King Tianwu and King Yan looked at each other.

"Little Yanzi, are you secretly teaching him? You are hurting him!!!"

"Gou Tianwu, don't spitting blood, I'm teaching you a fart, I still suspect that you taught me!"

King Tianwu clicked his tongue and said, "You can't cultivate to this level just by imitation, can you?"

Yan Wang hesitated to pay attention to the battle situation on the battlefield, wondering: "Is it an illusion? Why does it feel that this kid's Canglong combat skills are different from what we have mastered."

"Bang bang bang-"

Kirin body protection, armor fit,

Luo Fanchen, whose wood-eating power had increased, pointed at his legs, all showing the aesthetics of violence. Huang Yan made a sound of fury when he hit him, and couldn't understand why the opponent's combat skills were so perfect.

What the hell is going on with this guy, he was still trash a few months ago! !

Now not only has he cultivated to level 43, four spirit rings over ten thousand years old, but even his combat skills have been cultivated to this level?This is not a joke!

Who will believe it!

"Bang bang bang-"

The entire audience opened their mouths wide open. They didn't expect that Huang Yan, who had used the angelic tactics, would be suppressed by Luo Fanchen instead. How could he still have a hole card!

Xiao Fengxian's beautiful eyes were complicated, and she stomped her feet angrily:

"How many tricks did this guy hide when he hit us!!"

Huang Ning'er said heavily: "He... he... looks like... we... we are... useless."

"Shut up! Do you still want to talk?"

Xiao Fengxian was so angry that she focused on watching the battle, her beautiful eyes reflecting the battlefield.

It reflects the man who is full of dragon spirit.

Every move, every move, brought into full play the domineering and ferocious characteristics of the Dragon Wuhun.

"Canglong Finger, Canglong Fist, Canglong Claw, Canglong Leg, Canglong Stick to the Mountain!"

Jian Jiujue was terrified, and slapped Ye Wudao next to him: "Are you sure he is imitating you? How can this be more domineering and subtle than yours?"

There was no echo from the side, Jian Jiujue looked out of the corner of his eye, Ye Wudao opened his mouth, staring at Luo Fanchen with his once arrogant eyes.

"He only used Canglong Yishi, why are there so many different moves!"

Ye Wudao has already begun to doubt his life, wondering if what he is practicing is a fake Canglong combat skill, no matter how you look at it, the opponent's is of a higher level.

The opponent's timing and sophistication were enough to crush him.

In fact, the old beggar Ye Aotian had no secrets when he taught Luo Fanchen, and he was truly regarded as the successor of the mantle.

Mang Shang was dumbfounded, and murmured: "Ye Wudao, is your imperial family's combat skills so amazing? I just opened my eyes today!"

Ye Wudao was heartbroken when he heard the voice: "What is it, what is it called?"

Originally wanted to retort loudly, but seeing Tianqiong Luo Fanchen opening and closing, showing monstrous power, he immediately closed his mouth tightly, unable to speak.

His eyes widened, not wanting to miss any details of Luo Fanchen's movements.

"collapse!"

In the sky, the golden light and shadow of the big sun sprinkled the sky with blood, and was suppressed to the point of fury:

"Second Form of Angel Warfare: Crude Crossing A Thousand Hands!"

In an instant, Huang Yan seemed to have grown countless golden arms, like a thousand-handed god, and each arm smashed towards Luo Fanchen without any dead ends.

Luo Fanchen's light and dark dragon wings vibrated, leaped away, and jumped high into the early morning sky.

The dragon's breath rolled under his feet,

Several bluish-blue full moons were condensed, shimmering and smashing down through the air.

"Second Canglong Combat Technique: Controlling the Sky · Canglong Stepping on the Moon!"

The round and full moon with dragon aura, majestic atmosphere, crushed thousands of angel's golden arms, shattered into pieces, turned into countless golden spots and splashed in all directions.

"Fuck?"

"Is this stepping on a horse a Canglong battle skill?"

Niu Gaotan was astonished as a heavenly man: "It's not like this when Ye Wudao casts it!!!"

Ye Longhe and other adopted sons clicked their tongues, their eyes flickered with excitement:

"Why do you feel that what the emperor and grandson used is a low-end version, and the adoptive father's is the genuine version!"

Ye Longhe was already in a daze, and began to doubt his life, outrageous his mother opened the door for outrageous, outrageous got home.

"Is this my royal combat skill?"

"Is it really that awesome?"

Emperor Canglong was excited at first, and his eyes became more and more fiery looking at Luo Fanchen.

Hungry to death.

Then, when he saw the amazing high-end version of the Canglong battle skill, his sharp eyes flashed coldly:

"wrong!"

"This kid has a problem!!"

"Is he so daring to let go in front of the emperor?"

Emperor Canglong felt that something was wrong,

Obviously all the situation is under his control, but at this moment it seems to be out of control.

"Holy Judgment - Fierce Wing Judgment!"

Huang Yan's six wings burst into flames, cutting through the air, like a sharp blade of a magic weapon, as if it could cut through everything, and cut it down at a distance of [-] meters in an instant.

"Wuying·Dragon Turns the Universe!"

"Shh-"

Luo Fanchen turned into a phantom and disappeared in the blink of an eye, appearing on Huangyan's head, grasping Huangyan's wings like a flaming sky knife with one hand.

The muscles were cast like steel, boiling red and exuding white steam.

Four or two pulls a thousand catties,

Luo Fanchen's strength is more than four taels, it is as huge as tens of thousands of catties.

All the flame sharp power contained in the wings was twisted and reversed by the special dragon's strength, and the berserk energy rushed backwards on Huang Yan.

"Shock it!"

The wings fluttered, the skin ruptured, the flesh and blood collapsed, and the blood flowed horizontally.

"Damn!"

Shengzi Huangyan's pupils vibrated, and he screamed in embarrassment: "I have seen the battle skills of the Canglong!"

"It's definitely not as powerful as you!"

Luo Fanchen frowned, his vertical pupils flickered fiercely: "Noisy!"

"Canglong Four Forms: Soaring Clouds and Traveling Hundred Miles with a Dragon."

The cyan dragon aura turned into auspicious clouds, and Luo Fanchen jumped into the auspicious clouds, turned into a dragon shadow and crossed a long distance above the ring in an instant, fiercely grabbed a pair of angel wings on Huang Yan's back, burst out with force, and slammed pull.

"Chila—"

There were screams, and blood spilled into the sky.

The pupils of the audience contracted, and the disciples of Huangyan fans suddenly stood up and screamed:

"Do not!!"

They couldn't believe that the invincible idol of the world, the holy son, would be beaten so miserably by a young man who walked out of the mountains.

At this time, Huang Yan only had four wings left on his back, and there were two huge flesh and blood wounds on his shoulder blades. Juanjuan was bleeding, and the granulation was ferocious, while Luo Fanchen was holding a pair of angel wings with both hands.

Luo Fanchen looked at Huang Yan with a cold smile, showing silent sarcasm, and his hands were green with soul power.

The two wings of the angels exploded and shattered into countless fragments. The feathers were scattered one after another, and the eyes of the audience were lost and their hearts trembled.

"Luo, Fan, Chen!!"

"The light of the firefly, how can it compete with the great sun? You have succeeded in angering me. Even if I pay some price, I will kill you with my own hands today."

Huang Yan's red hair fluttered, becoming angry from embarrassment,

The blood from the split palm was smeared fiercely on the chest.

In an instant,

Huang Yan's sternum released a dazzling white light.

A terrifying roar resounded within the white light, as if a terrifying beast had awakened and descended into the world.

Everyone in the audience focused their eyes on Huang Yan's chest, their hearts and skin twitched and trembled.

"Is this Son a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?"

"Why do you still have a hole card?"

"This is the Temple of Light, no, is it the foundation of the Temple of Enshrinement?"