Chapter 298

"Damn, is this really just a quasi imperial soldier?"

After the 36th time, Jiang's Shenwei was completely shaken. His face was full of disbelief, and his whole mind was shaking.

Although tangtangdibing magic pen is only the bottom of Dibing list, it is also a real Dibing level, surpassing the quasi Dibing level and surpassing countless levels.

But now, he really can't even blow away the shadow of a burning sword!

Also shaking the mind, there are the people of Huangpu and the two ancestors of Tuoba.

It's not enough for them to be stunned. After all, they have reached the point of no more.

They thought that the Jiang family was coming with the emperor's soldiers, and that would-be emperor's soldiers would be taken away. But they didn't think that the magic pen could even blow away a force of others.

Between the imperial soldiers and the quasi imperial soldiers, their minds were greatly shaken.

All of a sudden, there's a dragon's power covering up behind the shadow of the burning sword. Everyone's eyes immediately look at the past.

The shadow of the sword opens and closes, the white dragon comes, and the tyranny is rampant. The scales set off the pale world, shining with a silver luster, and the momentum is quite amazing.

Standing on the head of the blue eyed white dragon, Chen Yuan glanced at all the people in the eight wasteland area, and then stopped his eyes at Jiang jiashenwei, who was standing in the air thousands of feet away.

In his hand, holding a breath of terrible brush, exuding the power to shake the world.

It's true that the brush was the one that attacked the shadow of the burning sword.

However, it seems that the holder's strength is not enough to control, and it can't reflect its real terrible power. As a result, only 45 out of 10, that is, about half, of the total amount of expeditions.

But even so, it is more than enough to crush the real saint easily.

Even the destruction of ordinary soldiers to be emperor is just a matter of stroke, so the origin of this brush will directly come to the surface.

They are the real imperial soldiers!

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth showed a smile, which generated a strong interest.

He didn't expect that his burning sword soldiers were so powerful. You should know that the burning sword shadow left here was just a breath of it.

Then, even if the brush can show 100% of its strength in the real war, it will still be defeated in front of the burning soldiers!

"Well, who are you?" Chen Yuan smiles and talks.

In a word, Jiang Shenwei's face had already appeared deep fear. Since Chen Yuan could walk out of the shadow of the burning sword, he had already explained his identity as the owner of the quasi imperial soldier!

So young, it seems that the trace of cultivation has not reached a thousand years or so.

It's just like, it's only a few years to become immortal, and it's only a few months to become sage!

The infinitely shortened era of cultivation gives people a very strong roar of mind. Is this person a child's evil or a return to ancestral cultivation?

"I'd better wait until you sacrifice the soldier to be emperor." Jiang Shenwei's eyes became very cold. Now that the master had gone out, he didn't need any more hands.

In fact, the magic pen with 100% of its power can't be moved at all, even if it touches the wrist.

There is no doubt about the saying that the God King in the town should be beheaded.

Therefore, he had absolute confidence in the power of the magic pen of emperor soldiers. After all, he came from afar and followed the instruction of taking away the quasi emperor soldiers.

Poof!

The fresh blood splashes out, and the rules irrigate. The Jiang family Shenwei spurts out blood, which turns the magic pen into blood color.

The breath of the original ancient Chinese ink painting is surging, sweeping out the meaning of shocking blood evil, and expanding abruptly, as long as eight feet!

"Painting soldiers!"

Jiang Shenwei, holding a brush of eight feet, fighting for the risk of crushing his body, sweeps away in the direction of Chen Yuan.

In an instant, the sky and the earth are humming, the snow is annihilated, and becomes black. There are endless wars, iron horses, and the eight wastelands of the sky are exposed. They are galloping and roaring!

"Painting will!"

Another roar, with blood mist, and the second stroke, a black general armed to the teeth appeared in the rear of the army!

I don't know what era it came from. It's big and old!

"The God of painting!"

Finally, his hands blood splashed three feet away, the Jiang family Shenwei could not bear the burden, his face was pale, his bones collapsed, and he swept away the third stroke.

On the spot, there was the terrible king of Zhenshen, the supreme wave of zhuzhensheng, turned into the only edge between heaven and earth, destroyed the space on both sides, created chaos and nothingness, and followed the black general!

The whole world was terrified, and their eyes were filled with horror. The two king ancestors of Tuoba Protoss quickly retreated, and they were in a cold sweat.

In the other direction of midair, situ Zhao abandoned the stone and headed for the distance when his pupils were shrinking.

Even the cloud in Huangpu was pale, and it disappeared in the same place. But it was so miserable that it evaporated in a flash!Chen Yuan was shocked by the emperor's military strength when he saw such a frightening force.

Under such a force, no matter how Hun Yuan Zhen Sheng is in the world, I'm afraid it will be blown to pieces and the spirits will be destroyed.

If Indra, who was dancing in the gate of God, was still alive and suffered such a burst of strength, he would regret that he would raise his mind to raise his troops to the outside world.

This is not a level fluctuation at all. It is no exaggeration to say that Indra's understanding of the forces outside the pass is just a little.

When the great power of destruction came within a hundred feet, Chen Yuan finally took a deep breath and rolled out all the holy power in the seventh step of the chaotic magic body.

Even 20 million yuan elephants gather, ten times the critical hit attribute blessing, burning the altar, and promoting the realm of universal saints.

In the end, the blood boils, the blood boils, and it uses Holy King boxing!

"Break it for me!"

Boom!

With one blow, the heaven and the earth disintegrated, just like the sky howling and shrill, the storm raging and the blood crying in the eyes!

Endless war, iron horse, roar to kill in front of the blue eyed white dragon, but in a hundred Zhang away, split into annihilation powder was destroyed!

The shadow of the fist roared and turned into the roar of the dragon. In a flash, it bombarded the black general. Without any pause, it penetrated the room on the spot and destroyed all his strength.

Then the last stroke came, with the terrible power of the king of mangzhen, and formed a big hand, holding it on the king of God's fist.

But

In a flash, he encountered an indescribable force of destruction. His blood was boiling and his anger was burning. The king of God opened up wasteland with one blow!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The writing power collapsed, the power of the emperor's soldiers all collapsed, the blood color was torn, the evil spirit was covered, the five fingers of heaven's hand were split, and it was blasted to pieces!

"How could that be?"

The sound of horror rang out, and Jiang Shenwei, who vomited blood, was drowned head-on by Shenwang fist. Five senses were lost, and his sight turned into chaos!