"It is indeed this brat."

Chen Changkong was excited and restrained, and laughed and cursed.

While the couple was relieved, they were also shocked, feeling an indescribable surprise and shock, and an indescribable pride.

"Today, I, Zhao Jinglong, challenge Emperor Chen Feng over my own power. Emperor Chen must not hold back."

Zhao Jinglong pointed the silver dragon spear directly at Chen Feng, and immediately laughed loudly. There was a bit of joking in his tone that anyone could hear, but his cultivation aura had dropped to the level of an eight-star quasi-emperor.

, the power of the high-grade quasi-emperor's spear in his hand was also imprisoned.

"No need to talk nonsense." Chen Feng said calmly: "How many illusory coins do you plan to bet on?"

You can gamble with illusory coins on the fighting platform, with a lower limit of 100 and an upper limit of 1,000.

"Thanks to Emperor Chen for looking up to me, of course I can't be stingy." Zhao Jinglong was overjoyed when he heard this. This was what he wanted to say, but Chen Feng said it first. He suddenly felt like someone would bring water to him when he was thirsty, or food to him when he was hungry.

Extremely cheerful, the teasing and teasing in his tone is even more obvious: "One thousand illusory coins, if it weren't for the rules of the fighting platform, I would be willing to bet 10,000 illusory coins."

"Okay, then one thousand."

Chen Feng had no intention of chatting with the other party. As soon as he finished speaking, a green light the size of a finger appeared, exuding a tyrannical sword power.

It is a Qing Ming Wu Kong flying sword, but its power is also limited.

"Chen Emperor, I'm offended."

Zhao Jinglong had no intention of talking nonsense. The moment his words fell, he suddenly burst into flames. The man and the gun joined together, and burst out with an earth-shaking tyrannical dragon roar, roaring the entire fighting platform. The momentum was extremely frightening, and it also carried an extremely astonishing force.

The majestic power rushed towards me, like a celestial dragon approaching.

Many people in the same situation would be instantly frightened by the impact of such dragon power.

Many people whose cultivation is not as good as Zhao Jinglong will lose their concentration in an instant. When strong men fight, what does it mean to lose their concentration in an instant?

It means victory or defeat, life or death.

Zhao Jinglong claimed that his level of cultivation was higher than that of Chen Feng. He had practiced for longer, had more fighting experience, and had mastered four magical techniques. He could activate the restricted eight-star quasi-emperor's cultivation with one move.

To the extreme, without any reservation, just because the other party is the emperor's son, he will never have any contempt in his heart.

The roar of the dragon impacts, and the power of the dragon shocks.

That spear contained the mysteries of three wonderful techniques, and its power was pushed to the extreme, shattering the void in an instant, as if it had also broken through the fighting platform, and it was like a heavenly dragon descending and killing.

Such a blow immediately caused everyone to scream in surprise.

"It's so strong. I'm afraid this shot is close to the level of a general..."

The eyes of some super-sequence geniuses were glazed over, and they were extremely frightened.

"Emperor Chen loses this time..."

The moment the words rang out, only a green light the size of a finger burst out in an instant. The light was strong and bright, like a round of blue divine sun rising suddenly, and then condensed into a line in an instant, silently but extremely fast.

Kill through the air.
Chapter completed!