Protector of the Country Dragon Emperor

"Eighteen Apocalypse, Eighteen Martial Saints!"

"The Tian family has really hidden it deep enough, and they actually didn't call you eighteen dead ghosts out until now."

When Chen Yan first saw these eighteen powerful Martial Saints, he couldn't help being startled.

But soon, his mood calmed down.

"Demon King, it is useless to show off your rhetoric at this time."

"The boss just doesn't bother to participate in this kind of secular battle. Not everyone is willing to sit on the dragon chair. There are many things in this world that are more precious than the dragon chair."

An Apocalypse warrior spoke calmly, looking at Chen Yan like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

There is a sense of superiority that is condescending and contemptuous of everything.

Chen Yan nodded: "What you said is absolutely correct. There are many precious things in the world. It is not easy to cultivate to the level of a martial saint. Why do you need to be a lackey for the Tian family? Lose your life in vain here? How about this, you abandon the dark and turn to the light, come here Become my subordinate, and the treatment I will give you will be better."

"Hahaha, you still want to instigate us? We are the boss in our [-]th Apocalypse, and we are the boss's ghost in death! Demon King, are you going to commit suicide, or should we help you?"

Chen Yan's expression was indifferent, disdainful, or something else.

He opened his arms and closed his eyes.

"Hey, what do you mean, close your eyes?"

"If you don't resist, let us kill you? That's considered sensible!"

After the person who spoke finished speaking, his aura dropped and concentrated on his right hand.

He slapped Chen Yan on the head with a sharp palm.

If this palm had hit hard, Chen Yan's head would have completely exploded.

but,

Will Chen Yan be willing to die?

That's absolutely impossible!

The moment the Apocalypse warrior's palm was about to touch Chen Yan, Chen Yan's body activated instantly.

His foot slipped and he missed the man's hand, which was a heavy elbow blow.

An elbow into the soul.

"Puff puff--"

The chest of the Apocalypse warrior made a sound of shattering bones, and his heart burst continuously.

One hit, die!

"what?"

"The third child is dead?"

The Seventeen Tianqi next to him had not yet reacted.

How could a strong Martial Saint be killed so easily?

Chen Yan shook his head and hooked his little finger around his ear. It didn't hit his hair, so he quickly put it down. However, this action looked a bit girly.

Seventeen Tianqi was stunned.

But Chen Yan did not, taking advantage of this rare gap.

Setsuna strikes again.

"boom--"

An Apocalypse warrior was chosen by her and stomped over. The man quickly dodged and counterattacked, but Chen Yan's kick was a false move. He already had a follow-up move waiting for him. He raised his thumb and seemed to understand. One finger and another poked the man's temple.

"puff!"

A bloody hole was poked in the temple.

His innate spiritual power even blew up his brain.

Second, die!

"Fuck, come together."

"Don't give him every chance to defeat you."

The Apocalypse warriors were angry and horrified. Two Tianwu Martial Saints died in the blink of an eye. It was like a dream. It was so unreal. Even the boss Tian Yixian did not have such sharp fighting qualities, especially him. His movement, speed, and skills are breathtaking.

not far away.

Two women were watching quietly.

These two people were Luo Keke and her master Feng Ping.

When Luo Keke first saw Chen Yan meeting the eighteen Martial Saints, his whole body went numb. Not to mention her, her master Feng Ping was also fighting, and she felt like she had to urinate urgently. With this kind of battle, she Going out is also a matter of seconds.

But Luo Keke, this damn girl, almost rushed out.

Feng Ping felt her heart pounding and quickly held her down.

As a result, Chen Yan seemed to be possessed by a ghost, his abilities exploded, and he was still so fierce in the face of eighteen powerful martial saints.

In addition to being shocked, Feng Ping had endless surprises.

The Evil King Jade, the Evil King's inheritance, is really powerful.

So, no matter what, you have to get it.

"puff--"

Another Apocalypse Martial Saint had his spine broken by Chen Yan. The violent aesthetic movements caused Feng Ping to secrete adrenaline crazily, and even gave birth to an extreme excitement that a woman can only experience in a man.

"kill!"

"Narrow the encirclement and don't give her a chance to fight."

"Use weapons, draw swords, draw swords..."

After the Apocalypse Martial Saints saw their three companions die one after another, their emotions were severely affected, they were frightened and furious.

Chen Yan said: "I can only say that you guys are not even weaklings, but you dare to call yourself Martial Saints? Now let me see what a true Martial Saint is!"

"Come the knife!"

The blood dragon condensed behind him and turned directly into a bloody sword over two meters long.

Chen Yan weighed the blood knife.

He sang: "With one knife in my hand, I will slaughter everyone in the world!"

"Trash, die!"

"Thunder Blade, Void Slash!"

A black two-color strange light emerged from Chen Yan's body, and his whole person became extremely illusory. His figure flickered from east to west, looking like a ghost. The knife in his hand was also illusory and unpredictable, as if it was cut out of the void, "Puff, puff, puff. "Pfft...", a series of sounds of the blade entering flesh.

Luo Keke and Feng Ping's eyes widened.

Chen Yan's move just now seemed to pull people's spirits into illusion.

Can't see clearly, can't see clearly.

I felt that everything in front of me was black and white, and it was a void.

Until the end, Chen Yan rushed through the middle of Tianqi Martial Saint with his sword, drawing a bloody path.

Until then, all the remaining Tianqi Martial Saints had their bodies split open and split into two.

A knife.

Fifteen Tianqi Martial Saints.

Completely destroyed.

At this point, no one survives the Eighteen Apocalypse.

"Shh!"

The bloody knife in Chen Yan's hand turned into a red light, rushed into Chen Yan's body and disappeared.

This is a blood evil sword, not a real sword.

But the sharpness of the knife is no worse than that of a real knife.

"Hey, my physical body is still not good. I almost drained the kidney essence with just one stab."

The person speaking was actually the man in the coffin.

Facing eighteen Martial Saints, Chen Yan would not be stupid and use up the last opportunity to ask the man in the coffin to take action. As for the future, we will talk about it later.

It's like dying here.

However, the old man in the coffin was really cruel and almost drained his kidneys.

Returning control of his body, Chen Yan touched his waist with cold sweat on his face: "You can't extract spiritual power, so you have to extract my kidney power?"

The person in the coffin said: "The kidneys are the treasure of the gods. With your current level, how can you deal with eighteen masters of the same level without using some tricks? It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Only extracting half of the kidney essence is the minimum requirement. Who can Is it making your kidneys bad? Within half a month, you will recover if you don’t get close to women."

After saying that, she ran away directly.

Even though she did a good job, she must have consumed a lot of money.

Chen Yan covered his waist and sat down on the ground.

After taking a few pills and adjusting his breath, he stood up and searched for Shiba Tianqi's personal belongings. As a strong martial artist, he would always bring some spare or urgently needed things. After searching them out, they were piled on the floor. , what kind of elixirs, banknotes, talismans, and even shameful poisons and condoms.

What kind of thing was this guy carrying the last two things with him when he was alive?

At this moment, a familiar sweet female voice came from behind: "Brother!"