Protector of the Country Dragon Emperor

He Xiaoming's face was full of astonishment.

Even if his golden sword is not a peerless magic weapon, it is not an ordinary magical weapon. Normally, even if it collides with a magic weapon, it will not be cut out. But now, his golden sword has been used by someone. The fist made a notched groove.

Why?

Is his fist a magic weapon?

The people watching the battle on the field were also full of surprise.

But soon.

He Xiaoming took out a bigger and longer golden knife.

He threw away the golden knife and held the five-meter-long knife with both hands. He looked a little funny, but the expression on his face was serious but full of madness: "Good boy, indeed A little capable, but if you can break my knife again, I will really admire you."

Chen Yan said: "Admire me? Do I need your admiration? How about making a bet?"

He Xiaoming was stunned: "Bet? What to bet on?"

Chen Yan said: "If you lose, you will be my slave for a hundred years."

"Fart!" He Xiaoming was furious. How could he, a dignified golden immortal, be a slave to a boy who had just ascended from the lower world? This was the greatest insult to him.

"I understand, you old boy is afraid of losing." Chen Yan said lightly.

"What?" He Xiaoming became even more angry. He actually called him an old boy. How could that be unreasonable? He was also a guy who didn't have much power and couldn't stand being provoked. He roared three times and said, "Am I afraid of you? You, Zhuzi, are the ones who use the provocation method." Fa, can't I see it? But I am not afraid, so I will gamble with you. What if I lose? What should I do?"

Chen Yan said: "You can put forward any conditions you want."

He Xiaoming said: "Okay! Is the Shinto Roulette in your hand?"

Chen Yan smiled and nodded.

It is also necessary to deny it.

However, these immortal officials and the people around them all showed expressions of shock and greed. In fact, they did not know who Chen Yan was, and they were not sure whether the Shinto Roulette was in his hands. He Xiaoming It was just a casual question, not expecting the guy in front of me to admit it.

Unexpectedly, he admitted it.

The Shinto Roulette was actually in his hands.

He Xiaoming's breathing became rapid.

My heart is ecstatic.

Now he is the only Golden Immortal here, and the others are locked in the formation. For him, this is the biggest advantage. Without those people to fight with him, isn't this Shinto Roulette easily available?

As for the Jinxian beside Chen Yan... he is not helpless.

"If you lose, give the Shinto roulette to me!" He Xiaoming said with a smile.

"No!"

"I can't agree!"

"You are so thoughtful. You actually want to win Shinto Roulette with a bet. You don't even look in the mirror. Are you worthy of your life and Shinto Roulette?"

People in the Dragon Kingdom made sarcastic remarks one after another.

Chen Yan smiled, nodded directly and said, "Okay, I promise you."

He Xiaoming was overjoyed: "It's a deal."

Chen Yan stretched out his hand: "Then throw your big golden sword over here!"

The expression on He Xiaoming's face changed: "Throw it over? What do you mean?"

"Aren't you betting on whether I can break your knife? If you don't give me the knife, how can I fight it?"

"???"

Is this a bet?

He Xiaoming was a little confused. His original intention was for the two sides to fight. If Chen Yan could break his knife with one more punch, he would lose, but he would just throw the knife over... That's all. He had confidence in his knife. Compared with The knife that was broken before, this one is the real magic weapon, a magic weapon.

What are you capable of breaking?

"I'll give it to you!" He Xiaoming really threw the sword over.

It was firmly inserted into the ground.

Chen Yan pinched it, pulled it out, weighed it, and laid it horizontally on the ground. Then, he took out a sword... It was the Zhuxian Sword that he had given to Guanyin before to help her refining it.

The Zhuxian Sword is genuine and does not need to be re-refined.

However, Guanyin still threw it into the furnace of the avenue, which was equivalent to going through the furnace again.

Sharp as new.

When the famous Zhu Xian Sword appeared in Chen Yan's hand, He Xiaoming screamed in surprise: "Zhu Xian Sword?! It's actually the Zhu Xian Sword! Isn't this the treasure that Ping San regards as his life? Why is it in your hands? In your hands?"

Chen Yan said lightly: "He gave it to me."

"Impossible! The Zhuxian Sword is his life, and he won't give it to you even if he loses his life!"

"Hmph, what do you know?"

Heizo indeed regarded the Zhuxian Sword as his life, but when his own life was really threatened, he gave up the Zhuxian Sword without even thinking about it, and the speed with which he took it out was very decisive!

As a result, He Xiaoming immediately regretted it and said, "If you use the Zhuxian Sword, I won't bet with you anymore."

Chen Yan sneered: "You said you won't bet if you don't want to bet?"

He directly raised the Zhuxian Sword and slashed it down.

Just heard a "click".

The huge golden knife was immediately cut into two.

Chen Yan pointed his sword at He Xiaoming: "You are my slave now, why don't you come quickly and sign a contract with me?"

He Xiaoming refused to admit it: "I asked you to use your fists. If you use the sword, it is against the rules. It is you who loses."

"If you don't have faith, you won't stand. Forget it, I'm not interested in a slave like you, so I'll send you on your way!"

Originally, he wanted to trick a Golden Immortal to come over, but He Xiaoming's behavior immediately made Chen Yan lose interest. He was just a Golden Immortal. He was now a demon lord. There were many in the Demon Kingdom and the Dragon Kingdom. It really wasn't. Matters a lot.

As soon as Chen Yan made a move, Zhao was nervous and wanted to rush forward.

But she was pulled back by Zixia and said: "Don't worry, my uncle is a genius. The more he fights, the braver he becomes. He can easily deal with a golden immortal. His intention is very obvious. He is to use these golden immortals as his whetstone. If you rush forward to help him fight the enemy now, you will not be helping him, but harming him."

The young woman Zhao frowned and looked at the battle on the field.

After seeing that Chen Yan was sure that he could handle it on his own, he stopped rushing over, but he was still on full alert, ready to take action at any time.

Next to them, the people from the Dragon Kingdom, Nezha, Xie Shen and others also launched a fierce attack on the other group of masters who did not rush into the temple formation.

……

"boom!"

Chen Yan stepped on He Xiaoming's face and pushed him into the soil. At this moment, He Xiaoming was covered in blood and was already dying, with only his last breath left.

Chen Yan, on the other hand, was covered in ferocious blood.

But the aura on his body was like an unsheathed sword.

He Xiaoming is the Golden Immortal among the Immortal Officials. He is indeed very powerful. He is much stronger than the Ji Family Golden Immortal he killed before. However, after merging with Zhu Fei Ran, Chen Yan is even more powerful than when he was in Bronze City. , pure hand-to-hand combat, without using any magic weapons, he still won.

This scene made the group of people in the temple feel their Adam's apple rolling and their eyes look horrified.

The battle between Nezha and others quickly subsided.

The ground was littered with corpses.

In this battle, the dragon clan was the main force. The evil god used curse spells most to assist in killing the enemy. Nezha, Chen Jin and others were a little unable to intervene because their realm was indeed not high enough.

After Chen Yan and Zhu Feiran disintegrated, they quickly took a set of clothes and put them on.

The injuries on his body healed in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the people trapped in the temple were working together to break the formation, desperately trying to use brute force to break the formation.

at the same time.

On the Immortal Machine Power Ranking, Chen Yan's ranking changed again.