EFB Chapter 796 Who Is The Tang Sect? Who Is Tang Chen?
Chapter 796 Who Is The Tang Sect? Who Is Tang Chen?
When Long Guanzi died, the cultivators in the Three Thousand Domains cheered, their faces full of excitement and excitement.
This is the first victory after the death of the top ten masters of the Lingsheng Dynasty. It was hard-won, but it was so exciting.
Although the people of the Lingsheng Dynasty were excited, they still felt that there was no Face in particular.
In particular, Prince Lingzun was slapped in the face invisibly, and just now he was saying that Tang Chen's apprentice was just delivering food.
However, facts speak louder than words, which is why Tang Chen ignored him.
Lin Jing couldn't help swallowing, and even wondered whether she could defeat Huang Ping'er.
Huang Ping'er is imposing like a rainbow, Sword intent is sharp and deep, and his body is strong and constantly exuding Immortal glow.
The ambition of youth is like Kunpeng spreading his wings, shocking the sky.
The people of the extraterritorial strange clan also quieted down at this moment, and they all contained incredible expressions.
They didn't expect that Long Guanzi would die tragically in the end, and they couldn't save it even if they wanted to.
Huang Ping'er turned his eyes, looked at the magic sword that fell to the ground, and suddenly had a thought.
He stretched out his hand to capture the magic sword, and someone immediately scolded: "The evil beasts of the Three Thousand Domains, you are not allowed to touch the magic sword!"
"Aren't you just a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered? Ping'er, take it!" Tang Chen's cold eyes flashed and he sneered.
The magic sword trembled and took off to return to the alien clan.
But Huang Ping'er's true shadow of the emperor shook violently, surging Heavenly Emperor's might, falling like a prison to suppress the magic sword.
The magic sword shook violently, but couldn't escape at all, and was held tightly in Huang Ping'er's hand.
The magic sword contains a terrifying will, which was given to Dragon Crown by a terrifying powerhouse in the Holy Immortal realm.
Huang Ping'er looked at the magic sword indifferently. The bloodline of Huangjian is known as the emperor of all cultivation kendo.
Sword equipment, what is he afraid of!
The magic sword whimpered, and the will and Huang Ping'er's blood power collided with each other, and were finally suppressed abruptly, unable to turn any waves at all.
With the bloodline of Huangjian, it is really difficult for anyone to beat him.
"Don't you have only so much power in your alien clan?" Huang Ping'er turned around and asked, holding the magic sword in his hand.
Such a contemptuous and indifferent tone really stimulated the hearts of the aliens.
A man with clear eyes and a white robe shouted: "Huangjian bloodline, but err, watch me Ma Xuanliang kill you!"
Ma Xuanliang stepped into the bloodthirsty battlefield, his pupils were cold and deep, and he wanted to avenge Long Guanzi.
The magic sword in Huang Ping'er's hand exudes a fierce and demonic energy, forming a state of being both good and evil with his kendo.
He held the magic sword high and slashed forward. The sword was sharp and brave. It was as bright as the sun in the sky, and he rushed towards Ma Xuanliang.
Ma Xuanliang held a dragon and tiger Immortal pen, and the pen moved the dragon and snake, brushing a little, like an iron painting with a silver hook, painting in the void, holding the seal in his hand and shouting: "Ancient Temple!"
In the painting, the Great Hall is portrayed in black and white, but it has a vigorous and ancient atmosphere. It rises in the face of the storm and falls like a mountain.
The sword lights of the Great Hall town burst out from each other, shattered in the law of the Void Avenue, and spread to both sides.
Huang Ping'er only took a step back and looked at the magic sword in his hand with a hint of joy, which was really good.
Ma Xuanliang just met face to face, blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and he was actually injured.
"This……"
The alien clan looked at each other in dismay, what is the origin of this Huangjian bloodline, comparable to the royal family and the royal family.
Ma Xuanliang's eyes were sullen, he wiped away the blood, and gritted his teeth: "It's just the bloodline of Huangjian, and it's not a bloodline that will win!"
Holding the Dragon Tiger Immortal pen, he raised the sky with a clear whistle, and the sound traveled thousands of miles, with a magnificent and atmospheric pressure.
Ma Xuanliang swayed his brush and ink like a peach, and his strokes were like a knife.
A jet-black sun appeared in the sky, accompanied by a white moon.
Pen and ink into the sun and the moon, I am in the extreme!
Ma Xuanliang's pupils shone, like immortal colors, dragon and tiger Immortal pens danced, and the black and white sun and moon contained supreme divine power.
Every inch of his whereabouts, the black and white sun and moon continue to grow, and in the end, it fills the whole world, and wants to kill Huang Ping'er.
In this situation, many cultivators in the Three Thousand Realms felt sad in their hearts.
The extraterritorial strange clan is so powerful that even the juniors are so powerful, let alone the elders?
"Dimensional Slash!"
Huang Ping'er's eyes turned rune, the magic sword was tucked in his waist, constantly shining with blue aurora.
The magic sword swayed without a shadow, and it was about to reach its extreme. No one could see how many swords were swung out.
In an instant, the void was like a cloth of silk and satin, which was violently torn apart, covered with terrifying sword lights.
The sun and the moon shattered, and the bloodthirsty battlefield left terrifying and deep sword marks.
Ma Xuanliang's expression changed in shock, he couldn't help roaring, and he burst out with Immortal strength.
But the power of Dimension Slash is so great that it even involves the way of space.
Ma Xuanliang was seriously injured, one arm was broken, and the scars all over his body were deep to the bone.
His forehead was almost split open by Huang Ping'er, seeing the soul inside.
Huang Ping'er was invincible and rushed out with a magic sword in hand.
Ma Xuanliang is too weak to fight, actually is not saying that he is not strong enough, but chose the wrong strategy.
If he distanced himself and fought against Huang Ping'er, there might still be a chance.
But after hundreds of rounds of fighting, Ma Xuanliang's entire head was slashed open by Huang Ping'er's sword, crushing the soul in it.
Another extraterritorial monster dies!
Tang Chen was very happy when he saw Huang Ping'er's tyrannical and almost Wudi battle.
At least this kid is impeccable in kendo.
The extraterritorial strange clan was furious, two young geniuses died, and the loss was enormous.
"Who are you?" someone shouted.
Huang Ping'er said calmly: "I am the eldest disciple of Tang Chen, and Huang Ping'er is just a cultivator of the Three Thousand Domains."
This sentence is proud and atmospheric, and the cultivators are even more excited when they hear it. This is what the Three Thousand Domains should look like.
"Who is Tang Jiao?"
"Who is Tang Chen?"
The people of the extraterritorial strange tribe are full of question marks.
After speaking, Huang Ping'er weighed the magic sword and turned to leave the bloodthirsty battlefield.
Seeing this, the alien clan said coldly, "Are you afraid? I'm afraid that someone will kill you, so I'm going to run away, right?"
They are angering Huang Ping'er and want to obliterate him, not to become a figure who will resist the world in the future.
"I'm afraid I'll kill you all, and I won't have to kill you when you are old." Huang Ping'er said without looking back.
The extraterritorial strange clan is very angry, really treat them like pigs?
Xiao Qilin glanced at Shizun and said with a smile, "Master, then I'll go."
After saying that, he and his senior high-five replaced him and boarded the bloodthirsty battlefield under the gaze of Tang Chen.
Little Qilin looks like a teenager, but he has the charm of a beautiful man, with red lips and white teeth, a dignified appearance, and beautiful purple eyes.
It's just that when his smile gradually faded, the original exclusive temperament of the real Qilin tribe was fully revealed.
"Pure blood Qilin, I'm interested!"
A thick voice sounded, Immortal light surging the bloodthirsty battlefield incessantly, and after dispersing, a strong man was revealed.
The strong man has a White Tiger head on his head, his body is strong and majestic, and the tyrannical Immortal aura swept out like a mountain.
No matter how far you are, you can sense this person's breath, making people look pale, it's too terrifying.
"Xuanqiguang Tiger Clan." Tang Chen frowned when he saw this person.