Ninety percent mark!

Ninety-five!

Ninety-nine!

I have entered the perfection of 100% with the naked eye!!!

Zhao Fan's speed has been greatly improved!

Escape from the crowd.

The greater the distance between them and the Qinglong!

Three thousand meters.

Five thousand meters!

Seven thousand meters!!!

"happy!"

Zhao Fan was like a cloud, feeling the speed limit of breaking through the bottleneck in an understatement.

I seemed to have turned into an invisible wind!

rear.

"Boss Qing, why are we chasing farther and farther away?"

The golden-winged big roll asked silly, and it looked at itself, then at Tengshe and Qinglong.

No paddling.

The speed is still the ultimate full speed!

"His speed has increased a lot faster at once." Qinglong said in confusion: "It's one point faster than us."

"What should I do?"

Tengshe asked with no master: "Do you really want to chase after me? Wouldn't we be ridiculed when we go back..."

"Look at me!"

Qinglong took a deep breath.

He spit out three drops of his blue dragon blood!

A drop of blessing on yourself.

The other two drops fell on the golden-winged roll and Tengshe.

Their bodies are covered with a cyan light shield.

Speed ​​blessing!

However.

even so.

The Qinglong, Tengshe, and the Golden-winged Roc could only barely keep their speed to the same level as the white robe figure ahead.

Can't be faster!

"well……"

Qinglong said with a sigh: "That human race has actually reached an absolute speed that only the Holy King can have. Even if it is me, I need the blessing of the blood of the natal dragon."

Absolute speed.

Refers to the true speed limit!

Under the premise of moving means that transcend time and space, normal shuttles are so fast that they can no longer be faster!

Even if the third level comes, it may not be able to achieve absolute speed!

The Golden-winged Roc and Tengshe were stunned when they heard this.

That human race is actually comparable to the Kirin Holy King in terms of speed?

In their cognition, only the one in the Ancestral Desert Land can be comparable to the Qilin Saint King!

Immediately.

Qinglong said indifferently: "Calm down, now we are all absolutely speeding, just keeping it at a distance of 7,000 meters. I don't believe he won't be tired. Haha, the endurance of the human race is much worse than that of our holy beasts and gods.

Too much more.”

The golden-winged roc and the Tengshe nodded.

They are chasing and killing each other.

Zhao Fan in front of him was leisurely performing the perfect rain, looking relaxed.

Both sides have almost always maintained a distance of 7,000 meters, with occasional fluctuations of several meters up and down.

Chasing.

Chasing...

Three days and three nights passed in a row.

"Boss Qing, I can't do it anymore."

Tengshe was so tired that his letter was soft and announced that he had fallen behind.

Another half day later.

"Why can he run so hard!" The golden-winged roc's wings were also weak...

"waste."

Qinglong cursed in disgust and chased Zhao Fan alone.

But soon.

The drop of dragon blood on its body has been exhausted.

Qinglong also felt tired, but then he imagined the scene of being ridiculed by Suzaku, White Tiger and Xuanwu after he went back.

For the sake of face, another drop of dragon blood was spit out for blessing!

No matter how tired you are, you have to catch up with the figure in the white robe!

Zhao Fan in front of him looked moved.
Chapter completed!