Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"This is……"

"My royal family's blue dragon combat skills?"

The emperor's grandson Ye Wudao stood up suddenly, staring at the ring, he was a little helpless with Luo Fanchen's behavior:

"This guy is confused!!"

"At this time, expecting to imitate my combat skills to fight against the opponent, the proficiency is simply not enough!"

Everyone in the White Tiger Emperor also shook their heads, especially the four worshipers who shook their heads repeatedly and smiled happily:

"ridiculous!"

"Hoping to fight against my son by imitating other people's combat skills? What's the use of this.

King Tianwu and King Yan frowned worriedly.

So whether Luo Fanchen has learned the Canglong combat technique, how can they not know it?

The relationship between the two of them and Luo Fanchen is the best, and they dare not break the rules taught by Emperor Canglong, for fear of bringing this kid to death, so where can he learn?

Can only rely on imitation!

But what you imitate is not yours after all. How can you compete with the opponent's angelic combat skills that have been honed over time?

At this moment, the Holy Son Huangyan, who carries the power of the blessing of the sun and transforms into a young god, has already approached, and the angel's shadow roars out with the light of the fist.

"The first form of Angel's combat method: the soul-shaking fist!"

The moment the Terror Fist came to him, Luo Fanchen's body was full of green dragon energy, and his deep black eyes turned into vertical dragon pupils, majestic and cold, ignoring the enemy.

"The First Style of Canglong's Combat Skill——"

"Dragon Seal Yun Shen·Blue Dragon Claw!"

Luo Fanchen's fluttering right hand clenched its fingers into claws, like a black dragon flying out with its bloody mouth wide open, the big dragon collided with the light and shadow of the angel's fist forcibly.

"tear--"

The howling dragon smashed into the phantom of the angel, forcibly grabbed the flesh and blood of Huang Yan's fist, and the flesh and blood shattered, tearing deep scratches on the pale gold bone.

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

The opponent's left leg covered in cyan crystal scale armor came whipping, blue dragon leg!

Huang Yan hastily withdrew his hands and crossed his arms to resist.

"collapse--"

The six-winged Holy Son, blessed by the power of the sun, flew backwards with trembling arms as he blocked it.

The sound of gasping in the audience came one after another, it was unbelievable.

"This……"

"This player Luo's Canglong battle skills, how do you feel that he is more proficient in using them than the emperor's grandson Ye Wudao?"

"Who is the direct descendant of the Canglong Empire!"

"Oh my God!"

Someone has already scratched his head and made a sound of insanity and incomprehension:

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

"Strictly investigate Luo Fanchen's bloodline!"

The four priests in the sky were still smiling, their expressions froze, as disgusting as eating a dead fly.

Emperor White Tiger and others were even more unexpected.

He looked at Emperor Canglong in amazement:

"You old fellow, have you personally taught this kid the royal family's secret skills?"

Faced with the questioning, Canglong Great Emperor was also in a trance at the moment.

What a ghost he taught!

Nothing.

Don't ask me, the emperor doesn't know either.

And unlike others, he was keenly aware that there was something wrong with Luo Fanchen's fighting skills.

King Tianwu and King Yan looked at each other.

"Little Yanzi, are you secretly teaching him? You are hurting him!!!"

"Gou Tianwu, don't spitting blood, I'm teaching you a fart, I still suspect that you taught me!"

King Tianwu clicked his tongue and said, "You can't cultivate to this level just by imitating, right?"

King Yan hesitated to pay attention to the battlefield situation, and wondered: "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel that this boy's Canglong combat skills are different from what we have mastered."

"Bang bang bang-"

Kirin protects the body, armor is combined,

Luo Fanchen, whose wood-eating power had increased, showed off the aesthetics of violence with every move of his legs and fingers. The beating made Huangyan let out a furious sound, and he couldn't understand why the opponent was so proficient in this combat skill.

What the hell is going on with this guy? He was a loser just a few months ago! !

Not only has he cultivated to the forty-third level now, he has four soul rings that are more than ten thousand years old, but he has also cultivated combat skills to this extent? This is not a joke!

Who will believe it!

"Bang bang bang-"

The entire audience opened their mouths. Unexpectedly, Huang Yan, who had used the angelic tactics, was suppressed by Luo Fanchen. Why did he still have a trump card!

Xiao Fengxian's beautiful eyes were complicated, and she stomped her feet angrily:

"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 still want to say more?"

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

It reflects the man who is full of dragon spirit.

One move after another, Long Wuhun's domineering and fierce characteristics are fully displayed.

"Canglong Finger, Canglong Fist, Canglong Claw, Canglong Leg, Canglong Stick to the Mountain!"

Jian Jiujue was horrified, and slapped Ye Wudao next to him: "Are you sure they are imitating you? How come they are so much more domineering and subtle than you??"

There was no reply from the side. Jian Jiujue glanced out of the corner of his eye. Ye Wudao opened his mouth and stared at Luo Fanchen in surprise with his once arrogant eyes.

"He only used Canglong Yishi, why are there so many different moves!"

Ye Wudao has begun to doubt his life, and wonders if what he is practicing is a fake Canglong combat skill. No matter how he looks at it, it is the opponent's that is superior.

The timing and subtlety of the opponent's attack were enough to crush him.

In fact, the old beggar Ye Aotian had no secrets when he taught Luo Fanchen, and he was truly regarded as the successor of the mantle.

Meng Shang was stunned and murmured: "Ye Wudao, are your royal family's combat skills so awesome? I just opened my eyes today!"

Ye Wudao was heartbroken when he heard the sound: "What words? What kind of words are these??"

Originally wanted to retort loudly, but seeing Tianqiong Luo Fanchen opening and closing, showing monstrous power, he immediately closed his mouth tightly, unable to speak.

His eyes widened, not wanting to miss any details of Luo Fanchen's movements.

"collapse!"

In the sky, the golden light and shadow of the big sun sprinkled the sky with blood, and was suppressed to the point of fury:

"Second Form of Angel Warfare: Crude Crossing A Thousand Hands!"

In an instant, Huang Yan seemed to sprout countless golden arms, like a thousand-armed god, all of which struck Luo Fanchen without any blind spots.

Luo Fanchen's light and dark dragon wings vibrated, leaped away, and jumped high into the early morning sky.

The dragon's breath rolled under his feet,

Several green full moons condensed, shimmering, breaking through the sky and falling.

"Second Canglong Combat Technique: Controlling the Sky · Canglong Stepping on the Moon!"

The round and full moon with dragon aura, majestic atmosphere, crushed thousands of angel's golden arms, shattered into pieces, turned into countless golden spots and splashed in all directions.

"Fuck?"

"Is this stepping on a horse a Canglong battle skill?"

Niu Gaoan was shocked: "Ye Wudao didn't act like this when he was performing!!!"

Ye Longhe and other adopted sons clicked their tongues, their eyes flickered with excitement:

"Why do you feel that what the emperor and grandson used is a low-end version, and the adoptive father's is the genuine version!"

Ye Longhe was already in a daze, and began to doubt his life, outrageous his mother opened the door for outrageous, outrageous got home.

"Is this my royal combat skill?"

"Is it really that awesome?"

Emperor Canglong was excited at first, and his eyes became more and more fiery looking at Luo Fanchen.

I'm so greedy.

Then he saw the astonishing high-end version of Canglong's combat skills, his eyes were sharp and cold:

"wrong!"

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

"He so dares to show off in front of this emperor?"

Emperor Canglong felt something was wrong.

Obviously all the situation is under his control, but at this moment it seems to be out of control.

"Holy Judgment - Fierce Wing Judgment!"

Huangyan's six wings bloomed with fiery light, chopping up the air, like a magic weapon's sharp blade, as if it could cut through everything, and cut it down from a distance of a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"Wuying·Dragon Turns the Universe!"

"Shh-"

Luo Fanchen turned into a phantom and disappeared in the blink of an eye, appearing on Huangyan's head, grasping Huangyan's wings like a flaming sky knife with one hand.

The muscles were cast like steel, boiling red and exuding white steam.

Four or two pulls a thousand catties,

Luo Fanchen's strength is more than four taels, it is as huge as tens of thousands of catties.

All the flame sharp power contained in the wings was twisted and reversed by the special dragon's strength, and the berserk energy rushed backwards on Huang Yan.

"Shock it!"

The wings fluttered, the skin ruptured, the flesh and blood collapsed, and the blood flowed horizontally.

"Damn it!"

Shengzi Huangyan's pupils vibrated, and he screamed in embarrassment: "I have seen the battle skills of the Canglong!"

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

Luo Fanchen frowned, his vertical pupils flashing fiercely: "Noisy!"

"Canglong Four Forms: Soaring Clouds and Traveling Hundred Miles with a Dragon."

The cyan dragon aura turned into auspicious clouds, and Luo Fanchen jumped into the auspicious clouds, turned into a dragon shadow and crossed a long distance above the ring in an instant, fiercely grabbed a pair of angel wings on Huang Yan's back, burst out with force, and slammed pull.

"Chila—"

Screams were heard, and blood spilled into the sky.

The pupils of the audience contracted, and the disciples of Huangyan fans suddenly stood up and screamed:

"Do not!!"

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

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

Luo Fanchen looked at Huang Yan with a cold smile, showing silent sarcasm, and his hands were green with soul power.

The two wings of the angels exploded and shattered into countless fragments. The feathers were scattered one after another, and the eyes of the audience were lost and their hearts trembled.

"Luo, Fan, Chen!!"

"The light of the firefly, how can it compete with the great sun? You have succeeded in angering me. Even if I pay some price, I will kill you with my own hands today."

Huang Yan's red hair fluttered, becoming angry from embarrassment,

The blood from the split palm was smeared fiercely on the chest.

In an instant,

Huang Yan's sternum released a dazzling white light.

A terrifying roar resounded within the white light, as if a terrifying beast had awakened and descended into the world.

Everyone in the audience focused their eyes on Huang Yan's chest, their hearts and skin twitched and trembled.

"Is this Son a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?"

"Why do you still have a trump card?"

"This is the Temple of Light, no, is it the foundation of the Temple of Enshrinement?"