A trace of astonishment flashed in Gao Yangyu's eyes. Looking at Xiao Chen's outfit at this time, he said with a little gloomy: "You are not Wen Ziran, you are Xiao Chen, the Qinglong King whom the Thunder King is appointed by Xiao Chen!"

At this moment, who was Wen Ziran, the mystery that plagued everyone's hearts, was finally revealed.

As early as when Xiao Chen used the Wuque sword path, some people secretly speculated whether Wen Ziran was a pseudonym and that his identity was the Qinglong King.

However, at that time, Xiao Chen had only the cultivation level of a low-grade martial saint, and it was difficult for anyone to associate it with the Qinglong King.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's cultivation level returned to his peak, and he changed into a Qingfeng robe with the Blue Dragon King badge and the iconic Sea King headscarf. Who else could not recognize him?

At the ceremony of the title of kings, he defeated all the heroes from all directions and beat Fu Hongyao, who was famous in Zhou Tianxing Palace, to cover his face and fled.

If you become famous in one move, no one in the world knows about the Dragon King of Qing. Even if you are far away in the sea of ​​stars, you have never seen his portrait or heard of his name.

The descendants of the Qing Emperor who has been buried for thousands of years, the new generation of Qinglong King, the top figure of the 6th generation of Kunlun, Xiao Chen in white.

Mo Chen was a little stunned, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had guessed that Xiao Chen was very big, but he never thought that his background would be so big that it was completely beyond his expectations and his imagination.

Mu Qinghan of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce was dumbfounded. The Qinglong King, such a legendary figure, actually drove him away.

"No wonder, no wonder, in the city lord's mansion, he dared to kill people in anger. The Qinglong King even dared to cut the son of the god, Di Wuque, into two halves with one knife. How could the descendants of the quasi-emperor take seriously?"

"Now the old subordinates of the Sea Emperor are looking for him all over the world. If you want him to hand over the Sea Emperor's crown, you must have thought that Xiao Chen was in our small sea of ​​clouds."

"There is a good show now. Although Gao Yangyu is a quasi-emperor, he is only the first to become a quasi-emperor. Faced with a peerless genius like Xiao Chen, the winner suddenly became a 50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-

"There is still a chance. After all, he is a quasi-emperor. It is a bit difficult for Xiao Chen to defeat Gao Yangyu."

With his strength restored, his identity was exposed, and all the warriors from all directions were boiling, no one expected that the answer would be so amazing. Wen Ziran was the Qinglong King Xiao Chen, such a legendary figure.

Gao Yangyu's face was gloomy. The Emperor Yizhe Shooting the Sun Bow was related to whether he could unify the cloud sea. Even if the other party was the Blue Dragon King, he had to fight for it himself.

"There is a world of difference between the quasi-emperor and the great master. If you have not entered the quasi-emperor realm, you will never understand the power of the quasi-emperor. Xiao Chen, hand over the divine bow. I am willing to give you all the gains from my trip to Baoshan."

Its posture is tough, but the meaning in the words has already made considerable concessions.

Xiao Chen said coldly: "There are also 365% qualities in the quasi-emperor. I will take it seriously, such as you who have just started building bridges and have not even reached the level of small success."

"Arrogant, even if you are the Green Dragon King today, I will let you fall here."

Meteor Fist!

Without speculation, Gao Yangyu snorted coldly, no longer talked, and took one step forward, stirring up the storm and clouds, and with boundless momentum, he punched Xiao Chen.

The fist takes the momentum of the falling meteor in the sky, and the whole person turns into a flame and burns. He steps forward and seems to be able to penetrate the barriers of the sky.

The explosive power contained in the flames, warriors who are thousands of meters away, feel a sense of fear.

"Is this the quasi-emperor's full-strength attack? It's so terrifying, I'm afraid I can't stop it even if I have half a punch!"

Many people felt a little afraid when they saw Gao Yangyu's full-strength attack, which caused the wind and clouds to penetrate the sky.

Xiao Chen's face was calm. The attack of the quasi-emperor was indeed terrifying, but now his power of law has transformed into shape, and every move can involve huge power. How could he feel at all afraid?

Your punch means to penetrate the sky and will penetrate the barriers of the sky.

I also had a punch, and I regret that the sky was low, so that it was not enough for me to spread my wings and soar.

Xiao Chen opened his arms, faced Gao Yangyu's amazing punch, and met without hesitation. The huge shadow shone down, the Kunpeng spread its wings and soared for thousands of miles, and hated the sky was low!

When the two fists were facing each other, the shocking energy rolled in all directions like a tide.

The wind and clouds move abnormally, and the sky and the earth change color!

Xiao Chen in the air did not retreat, but instead beat Gao Yangyu backwards.

The quasi-emperor was beaten away under a punch. Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel proud and smiled and said, "Is this the world of difference you said? But so, take another punch!"

The god fist of the heavens, the myth is eternal!

The golden light shrouded Xiao Chen, and behind him a god standing tall appeared. The god looked exactly like Xiao Chen, solemn and majestic.

A loud singer sounded from all directions, praising Xiao Chen's myth that belonged to Xiao Chen, echoing his past legendary experiences, and epic pictures appeared in all directions of the world.

Who is the myth? It is not the distant gods, not the ancient sages, but Xiao Chen, who is soaring with thousands of dragons, is eternal and immortal for thousands of years!

Bang!

When the divine power gathered, the slightly illusory god behind Xiao Chen suddenly solidified as soon as he punched, as if reality existed, and with Xiao Chen punched him out.

The god of heaven took action, and the huge fist hit him in one breath. Gao Yangyu condensed his great martial arts, and the momentum gathered together was scattered and he was beaten to death, and he was blown away with blood.

There is no way to see the majesty of the quasi-emperor, and there is no way to see the demeanor of the quasi-emperor master. He is beaten to a miserable state by a grandmaster.

The dusk of the gods!

Xiao Chen's face was calm and there was no slight complacency. Such a quasi-emperor would have to fight to death in one go, otherwise he would inevitably fall into a fierce battle when the other party breathed.

The setting sun is like blood, dusk is coming, the myth ends, the elegy sounds, blood-colored meteors break through the sky, and blood-red rain seems to be falling all over the sky, and the breath of doomsday spreads all directions.

Everyone felt a sense of sadness, and it seemed that there was a civilization that withered and defeated before their eyes.

After several years of contemplation, Xiao Chen saw the strange phenomenon of the God Emperor's clone falling with his own eyes, and he had already realized it.

Taking the scene of the ending scene and blasting out the artistic conception of the end is the essence of this punch.

One punch after another, the myth followed by the doomsday, Gao Yangyu couldn't even get the sound of the fan sound. The momentum that had just condensed was once again dispersed, his face was pale, and blood was constantly flowing out of his mouth.

His hands moved together, a terrifying aura flowed out, and a surging flames appeared on his body.

"If you want to use your secret martial arts to fight to the death, it would be strange if you give you a chance, die!"

Xiao Chen made a fuss and did not give the other party a chance to turn the tables. A ray of divine light escaped into his body, and the gods of the heavens came to earth, with ten times the combat power and punched out with one punch.

A cloud of blood mist rose in the air, and Gao Yangyu was directly hit by Xiao Chen's punch to the bones.

Three punches, just three punches, knock a person who stepped into the quasi-emperor to death!

The world was silent, and everyone took a breath of air. Looking at Xiao Chen, who was calm in the air, a hint of fear flashed across his face.

Under the reputation, there is no vain at all, and the Azure Dragon King is indeed well-known.

Looking around, no one appeared again. The six scattered cultivators died, the wounded ones were injured, and they were able to retreat. If the quasi-emperor did not come out, no one could compete with Xiao Chen.

"King Qinglong, our eight city lords in the Yunhai area, thank you for the generous gifts you sent. It is a shame for us to come but not come back. Our eight city lords each have a gift and have it collected!"

Just when everyone thought that the Emperor Yizhe Shooting the Sun Bow was no match for Xiao Chen.

The eight figures that were determined to be impossible suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and the eight quasi-emperors actually appeared at the same time. As soon as they appeared, they did not say anything nonsense, and without hesitation, each used a killer move to attack Xiao Chen in the air.

In the sky, the light was shining brightly, and eight attacks of different colors dyed the sky like a canvas, full of pleasing beauty.

But under this beautiful vision, there is endless murderous intent.

Everyone opened their mouths wide. Can there be a way out? Will the Yunhai Realm really become the burial place of the Qinglong King?

The eight attacks contain eight quasi-emperors and eight different paths. At the same time, a slight crack appeared in the stable space of Kunlun Realm.

Fortunately, Xiao Chen was used to seeing all kinds of life and death crises. If it were ordinary people, such situations would be shocked immediately. If he couldn't even fight back, he would be knocked into mud.

When the moment was inconsistent, Xiao Chenxun responded. Two lights appeared in his eyes, and two flames, one yin and one yang, gushed out, chasing each other, forming a Tai Chi flame diagram.

The four images of the circumference and heaven, the eight trigrams, and various strange phenomena appear around the flame diagram, and evolve into a chaotic situation, condensing the space, forming a small world out of thin air between Sumiliaria.

When eight killer moves hit the flame map at the same time, Xiao Chen's mind was shaken, a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth overflowed, and his body retreated eight steps in a row.

As we took one step at a time, the space shook eight times and trembled continuously. The flat sea water below, like a mirror, appeared to crack and crack.

boom!

The flame map persisted for a moment and then shattered, but it finally blocked for a moment, greatly reducing the power of these eight killer moves.

Xiao Chen remained motionless, his fists danced, and thousands of dragons rushing in his body. Each move could move and shock the clouds. He would deal with the moves. After three or two breaths, the astonishing attack was resolved one by one in Xiao Chen's hands.

The breeze blew on his face, the sea water churned, and Xiao Chen's long shawl in the air, even if these eight quasi-emperors appeared at the same time, it would be difficult to find a slight fluctuation in his face.

"Stop it!"

In the distance, I had already hid in the sea of ​​clouds ten thousand meters away. When I saw Xiao Chen standing in the air, I showed an incredible look.

The eight quasi-emperors ruled the Yunhai area for many years, and each of them was strong. They were not like Gao Yangyu. The half-baked Martial Emperors all reached the level of quasi-emperors.

But even such eight small-achieving Martial Emperors took action together, their reputation was overwhelming, and the space was broken, and they were still blocked by Xiao Chen.

"The gifts from you are so big!"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly, looking at the eight city lords standing side by side in front of him, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Kill my eight descendants, it's not as big as yours!"
Chapter completed!