Nine Dragons God Emperor

"How brave!"

The middle-aged scribe laughed angrily.

He didn't expect that Su Chen, a little Wuzong, would dare to take the initiative to attack him.

The cold energy around him erupted, and the temperature dropped suddenly. A black aura erupted in his palm. His hands were claw-shaped, like eagles flying towards Su Chen. .

Tianshuang Condor Claw!

This is a powerful martial skill he has cultivated, it is ranked low in the earth rank, it can not only freeze the blood of other people, but also it is so fierce that it can tear apart gold and stone, it is impossible for ordinary people to resist.

boom!

Su Chen and the middle-aged scribe collided hard, and there was the sound of gold and iron colliding, and sparks shot out.

Su Chen's aura didn't decrease but increased, and his palm prints became thicker and thicker. In an instant, he shook dozens of strokes with the middle-aged scribe, and the two of them backed away with a bang.

The violent Gang Qi raged, causing the surrounding flowers, plants and trees to shatter one after another.

On the boulder, there are densely packed holes shot out by the evil spirit, which looks very scary.

"You are only at the Martial Ancestor Realm, how can you have such terrifying combat power?"

The eyes of the middle-aged scribe were extremely dignified, full of disbelief.

Originally, he thought that although Su Chen was extremely talented in alchemy, his martial arts cultivation was not considered strong. If he made a move, he would be able to capture Su Chen in an instant.

But it wasn't until he fought Su Chen that he realized how wrong he was.

Su Chen's palm prints are unparalleled in strength, implying the power of the dragon, and the more he fights, the stronger he becomes. After dozens of strokes, his arms are slightly numb. If he didn't rely on the suppression of the realm, he could hardly bear Su Chen That terrifying palm.

"You are too weak! If you only have this strength, then you can die!"

Su Chen's voice was calm and indifferent, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

boom!

His whole body was surging with zhenqi, and his palms turned into fists in an instant, and the fierce and incomparable fist marks, like shooting stars, suddenly hit the middle-aged scribe.

After Su Chen broke through to Wu Zong, his combat strength increased a lot. It happened to be a middle-aged scribe to test his current combat strength.

"Death to me!"

The middle-aged scribe's eyes were murderously cold, his foot touched, and he shot up into the air in an instant, and then the cold light shot out from his sleeves like a storm, covering Su Chen.

His unique hidden weapon, the bone-penetrating nail!

The bone-penetrating nail is made of cold iron from outside the sky, coupled with the stimulation of his unique qi, it can penetrate everything in an instant, even the body-protecting qi of a strong Wu Zun can't stop it, and it will be severely injured in an instant!

The middle-aged scribe saw Su Chen's extraordinary fighting power and didn't want to delay any longer, so the bone-penetrating nail burst out instantly.

Zheng!

But at this moment, a sword sound sounded, and the dazzling sword light burst out.

In front of Su Chen, a flying sword appeared, and the sword energy intertwined in an instant, and the light bloomed, intertwining into a sword net in front of Su Chen, chopping down the bone-penetrating nails that came across the sky.

"go with!"

Su Chen pointed in the air, and the powerful spiritual power attached to the flying sword. The power of the flying sword was urged to the extreme, like lightning, and shot towards the middle-aged scribe in midair.

"This is... Royal Sword Technique?!"

The pupils of the middle-aged scribe shrank, and he never thought that Su Chen had mastered sword control.

Feijian's speed was too fast, and a cold air force locked him, making it impossible for him to dodge.

"Break it for me!"

The middle-aged scribe shouted violently, and a dagger appeared in his palm, which was cold and sharp, and suddenly slashed down towards the flying sword.

Zheng!

Sparks shot out, but that burst of divine power made the dagger in the middle-aged scribe's hands buzz and tremble, and then it was chopped off directly.

The middle-aged scribe's arm was numb. Although he tried his best to dodge, the flying sword still passed over his chest quickly, leaving a deep bloodstain, which almost ripped his stomach open.

Whoosh!

Fei Jianfei returned to Su Chen's feet, lifted him up, and flew up into the air in an instant, flying towards the middle-aged scribe.

"Damn!"

The middle-aged scribe's face was ugly. He didn't expect that Su Chen was not only powerful in battle, but also practiced sword control, and he burst out with such terrifying power, which made him suffer a lot.

"Su Chen, I remember you!"

The middle-aged scribe took a deep look at Su Chen, then turned around and left in the air.

He was also determined.

He knew that Su Chen was not easy to mess with, but today he was afraid that he would not be able to take Su Chen down by himself, so he turned around and left.

"Since you're here, let's stay!"

Su Chen said lightly.

Click!

Then, in his pair of eyes, a bright golden glow emerged, wisps of lightning intertwined, and an ancient and majestic aura erupted, as if it could break everything, and it was extremely mysterious.

A fiery golden light beam shot out from his eyes in an instant, and shot towards the middle-aged scribe.

Delusion-breaking divine light!

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