Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

Chapter 538

"This is..."

"My royal Canglong fighting skills?"

Emperor's grandson Ye Wudao suddenly stood up and stared at the arena. He was a little confused about Luo Fanchen's behavior:

"This guy is confused!!"

"At this time, you are not proficient enough to imitate my fighting skills to fight the opponent!"

The White Tiger Emperor and his men also shook their heads, especially the four priests who shook their heads and laughed happily:

"Ridiculous!"

"You are relying on imitating other people's fighting skills to fight against my son? What can you do with this?

King Tianwu and King Yan frowned worriedly.

Then How could they not know whether Luo Fanchen had learned the Canglong fighting skills?

They had the best relationship with Luo Fanchen, but they didn't dare to break the rules of the Canglong Emperor, fearing that he would bring death to this kid, so where could he learn?

He could only rely on imitation!

But what he imitated was not his own after all, so how could he compete with the opponent's angel fighting skills that had been tempered by thousands of times.

At this moment, the Holy Son Huang Yan, who was incarnated as a young god with the power of the sun, had already killed him in front, and the angel shadow whistled out with the fist light.

"The first move of the angel fighting method: the soul-shaking fist!"

The moment the terrifying fist light came to him, Luo Fanchen's whole body was full of blue dragon energy, and his deep black eyes turned into the vertical pupils of the dragon clan, majestic and cold, ignoring the enemy.

"The first move of the Canglong fighting skills-"

"Dragon's body·Canglong claw! "

Luo Fanchen's right hand, with dragon energy surging, clenched his fingers into claws, as if a blue dragon opened its bloody mouth and roared out, and the big dragon collided with the angel's fist light shadow.

"Tear——"

The roaring blue dragon smashed the angel's shadow and forcibly crushed the flesh and blood on Huang Yan's fist. The flesh and blood shattered and tore deep scratches on the pale gold bones.

The tearing feeling from the end of the fist made Huang Yan's unruly pupils vibrate.

The opponent's left leg covered with blue crystal scale armor whipped over, a blue dragon leg!

Huang Yan hastily withdrew his hand and blocked it with his arm.

"Bang——"

The six-winged saint blessed by the power of the sun, his blocking arm trembled, and flew backwards.

The sound of the whole audience sucking in a breath of cold air came one after another, unbelievable.

"This..."

"Why does Luo's blue dragon fighting skills seem to be more proficient than the emperor's grandson Ye Wudao?"

"Who is the direct descendant of the Blue Dragon Empire! "

"Oh my god!"

Some people have already held their heads and made crazy and puzzled sounds:

"Tell me, does this look like a temporary imitation?"

"Strictly check Luo Fanchen's bloodline!"

The four priests who were still smiling in the sky froze, and they felt as sick as if they had eaten a dead fly.

The White Tiger Emperor and others were even more surprised.

Looked at the Blue Dragon Emperor in doubt:

"You old man, did you personally teach this kid the royal secret skills?"

The Blue Dragon Emperor was also in a trance at the moment when facing the question.

He taught a ghost!

Nothing.

Don't ask me, I don't know either.

And he is different from others. He keenly noticed that Luo Fanchen's fighting skills were not right.

King Tianwu and King Yan looked at each other.

"Little Yanzi, you taught him secretly? You are harming him!!! "

"You dog Tianwu, don't spit blood on me, I taught you nothing, I even doubt that you taught me!"

King Tianwu smacked his lips and said, "You can't just imitate to cultivate to this level, right?"

King Yan hesitated and paid attention to the battlefield situation, wondering, "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel that this kid's Canglong fighting skills are different from what we have mastered? "

"Bang bang bang——"

Qilin protects the body, armor combines,

Luo Fanchen, who is enhanced by the power of wood-eating, kicks and points, all showing the aesthetics of violence, and beats Huang Yan to make a furious sound, wondering why the other party's fighting skills are so perfect.

What's wrong with this guy? He was a waste a few months ago!!

Now he has not only cultivated to level 43, but also has four spirit rings over ten thousand years old, and even his fighting skills have been cultivated to this level? This is a joke!

Who would believe it if I tell you!

"Bang bang bang——"

The audience opened their mouths wide. They didn't expect that Huang Yan, who used the angel fighting method, would be suppressed by Luo Fanchen. How could he still have a trump card!

Xiao Fengxian's beautiful eyes were complicated, and she stamped her feet in anger:

"How many tricks did this guy hide when he beat us! !"

Huang Ning'er said heavily: "He...he looks like...we...we are...useless."

"Shut up! Do you want me to tell you?"

Xiao Fengxian was so angry that she focused on watching the battle, her beautiful eyes reflecting the battlefield.

She reflected the man with dragon energy.

One move after another, she brought out the domineering and fierce characteristics of the dragon martial spirit to the fullest.

"Blue Dragon Finger, Blue Dragon Fist, Blue Dragon Claw, Blue Dragon Leg, Blue Dragon Stick to the Mountain!"

Jian Jiujue was shocked and slapped Ye Wudao beside him: "Are you sure he is imitating you? How come he is so much more domineering and exquisite than you?? "

There was no response from the side. Jian Jiujue looked over and saw Ye Wudao with his mouth open. His once arrogant eyes stared at Luo Fanchen in surprise.

"He only used the Canglong style. How come there are so many changes!"

Ye Wudao has begun to doubt his life. He doubts whether he is practicing a fake Canglong fighting skill. No matter how he looks at it, the opponent's is more advanced.

The timing and sophistication of the opponent's attack are enough to crush him.

In fact, the old beggar Ye Aotian taught Luo Fanchen without reservation. He really regarded him as the successor. The lifelong secrets he taught far exceeded the Canglong fighting skills mastered by the royal family.

Mang Shang was dumbfounded and murmured: "Ye Wudao, your royal fighting skills are so awesome. I have just opened my eyes today!"

Ye Wudao was heartbroken when he heard the voice: "What are you talking about? ? "

I wanted to refute loudly, but seeing the sky Luo Fanchen opening and closing, showing tremendous power, I immediately closed my mouth tightly and couldn't speak.

My eyes were wide open, not wanting to miss any details of Luo Fanchen's movements.

"Bang!"

The golden light and shadow of the sun in the sky were bloodshot, suppressed to the point of roaring:

"Angel Battle Method Second Style: Bitter Crossing·The End of Thousand Hands!"

In an instant, Huang Yan seemed to grow countless golden arms, like a thousand-handed god, and all the arms hit Luo Fanchen without dead ends.

Luo Fanchen's light and dark dragon wings vibrated, and he flew away, leaping high into the early morning sky.

The dragon energy under his feet rolled,

condensing several blue-green full moons, sparkling, breaking through the air and smashing down.

"The second style of the blue dragon battle technique: Controlling the sky·The blue dragon steps on the moon! "

The dragon energy was like a full moon, majestic and magnificent, crushing thousands of angels' golden arms, shattering them into pieces, and turning into countless golden spots that splashed in all directions.

"What the hell?"

"Is this the Canglong fighting skill?"

Niu Gaowan was shocked: "It's not like this when Ye Wudao performed it!!!"

Ye Longhe and other adopted sons smacked their lips, their eyes flashing with excitement:

"Why do I feel that the emperor's grandson is performing a low-profile version, and the adoptive father's is the authentic version!"

Ye Longhe was already confused and began to doubt his life. It was outrageous, and it was outrageous.

"Is this my royal fighting skill?"

"Is it really that awesome?"

The Great Canglong was excited at first, and his eyes became more and more fiery as he looked at Luo Fanchen.

He was so jealous.

Then he saw the amazing high-profile Canglong fighting skill, his eyes were sharp, and his eyes flashed with cold light:

"No! "

"There's something wrong with this kid! !"

"How dare he release it so brazenly in front of me?"

The Great Canglong felt that something was wrong.

It was obvious that everything was within his control, but at this moment it seemed to be out of control.

"Saint Judgment·Fierce Wing Judgment!"

The six wings of Huangyan burst into blazing flames, shattering the air, like a divine weapon, as if it could cut through everything, and in an instant, it was a hundred meters away and cut down.

"Shadowless·Dragon Turns the World! "

"Shua——"

Luo Fanchen turned into a phantom in the blink of an eye and disappeared from the spot. He appeared above Huang Yan, and grabbed Huang Yan's wings with one hand without fear of the flaming sky sword.

The muscles were like steel and iron, boiling red, emitting white steam.

A little force can move a lot of weight,

Luo Fanchen's strength is more than a little force, it is as much as tens of thousands of pounds.

All the sharp power of the flame contained in the wings was reversed and reversed by the special dragon force, and the violent energy was reversed and washed over Huang Yan.

"Swish!"

The wings fluttered, the skin broke, the flesh burst open, and blood flowed.

"Damn it!"

The Holy Son Huang Yan's eyes shook, and he screamed in embarrassment: "This Holy Son has seen the Canglong fighting skills!"

"It's definitely not as powerful as you!"

Luo Fanchen frowned, and his vertical pupils flashed fiercely: "Noisy! ”

“The Four Styles of Azure Dragon: Clouds Soaring, Dragon Traveling Hundred Miles.”

The blue dragon energy turned into auspicious clouds, and Luo Fanchen leaped into the auspicious clouds, turning into a dragon shadow that instantly crossed the long distance above the ring, fiercely grabbing the pair of angel wings on Huang Yan’s back, bursting with strength, and suddenly pulling hard.

“Swish——”

A scream was heard, and blood was spilled in the sky.

The audience’s pupils contracted, and Huang Yan’s fans suddenly stood up and screamed:

“No! ! "

They couldn't believe that the invincible idol of the world, the Son of God, would be beaten so miserably by a young man who came out of the mountains.

At this time, Huang Yan only had four wings left on his back, and there were two huge flesh wounds on his shoulder blades, bleeding and budding, while Luo Fanchen was holding a pair of angel wings with both hands.

Luo Fanchen smiled coldly at Huang Yan, showing silent irony, and shook his hands with the blue soul power.

The two angel wings exploded and exploded into countless fragments, and the feathers fell one after another, making the audience's eyes blank and their hearts tremble.

"Luo, Fan, Chen! !"

"How can the light of a firefly compete with the sun?Hui, you have succeeded in angering me. Even if it costs me something, I will kill you with my own hands today. "

Huang Yan's red hair was flying, and he was furious.

He ruthlessly smeared the blood from his broken palm on his chest.

In an instant,

Huang Yan's sternum released a dazzling white light.

In the white light, a thunderous roar sounded, as if a terrifying beast had awakened and descended.

Everyone in the audience focused their eyes on Huang Yan's chest, and their hearts and faces were twitching and trembling.

"Is this Holy Son an indestructible cockroach?"

"Why does he have a trump card?"

"Is this the Temple of Light, no, the foundation of the Temple of Worship?"