Chapter 260 Can the imperial clan enter the top ten?! Peak combat power, blood-kill the descendants
Chapter 260 Can the imperial clan enter the top ten?! Peak combat power, blood-kill the descendants
Di Cang's voice fell, and Wanzu fry the pot again.
Ranking in the top ten in the imperial family? This is definitely the highest evaluation.
"Young Master Di Cang would give such a high evaluation to this human clan guy, I really can't believe it.
"After all, being able to hurt Young Master Di Cang is something not everyone can do."
"So what? It's not a dead end in the end? Human race, there's no way to save it, Jie Jie..."
"Please, Young Master Di Cang, kill this liao as soon as possible, and raise the prestige of my tribe!
Emperor Cang laughed and said arrogantly: "Your strength is very good, to be honest, this young master appreciates you very much. 29 If you are willing to follow my will and be my servant, all races in the future will definitely have you. A place, how?"
Di Cang's voice fell, and the endless creatures of all races burst into laughter.
Human beings, this is the life of a servant!
"No reason!"
Human Cultivator looked gloomy.
This beast has such a big tone, which is insulting the entire human race.
Jiang Chen raised his brows, and a strong Sword intent surrounded his body.
"You talk too much." 1
The words fell, and one after another, the killing Sword intent wore the Shattering Void and turned into a sword Qi river to kill the Emperor Cang.
At the same time, Jiang Chen performed the Kunpeng technique, and his figure turned into a white streamer and rushed out.
In the Forbidden Realm, his attack is even more powerful!
"Stupid." 1
Di Cang shook his head and sneered.
In his body, the power of blood is boiling like a river.
He condensed the power of his blood, and threw a domineering punch.
Sword Qi, the long river, collapsed and disappeared in an instant.
"The Great Wilderness Chaos Palm!"
Jiang Chen took advantage of the situation and slapped it with a palm, plus the tenfold increase of the Holy Forbidden Realm.
This palm, the power becomes even greater.
The huge palm print is like a chaotic world, with a barren atmosphere, it descends from the sky and suppresses it.
A palm fell, the void vibrated, and dark cracks in the void continued to spread out.
Under the shroud of the Sacred Forbidden Realm, Jiang Chen felt like a duck to water. He only felt that the whole figure was about to boil, full of fighting spirit.
The emperor's young master appeared very well, and it can be used as his whetstone.
A roar came from Di Cang's body, and when he pointed it out, an ancient bloodline dragon manifested, and it smashed Jiang Chen's palm of chaos.
"What other means do you have, you can use it as much as you can.
Di Cang said leisurely.
Majestic and domineering.
Just now, he was underestimated by the enemy, and just suffered a loss.
Now, the physical strength of this human race boy is almost exhausted.
What else can you use to resist him?
"My King Emperor Cang!
"My King Emperor Cang!"
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In the Ten Thousand Races camp, a series of loud roars sounded, shaking the sky and the earth.
Di Cang is not only the young master of the imperial clan, but also the king in the hearts of all clans.
"True immortal bloodline is indeed powerful.
Jiang Chen muttered to himself: "I don't know if my Sacred Forbidden Territory 747 can crush the blood of the true immortal?"
At this moment, Jiang Chen's fighting spirit became even more astonishing.
The strong fighting spirit almost turned into reality and rushed into the sky.
Jiang Chen breathes with the Star breathing method, and between each breath, he inspires the general trend of the world.
Coupled with the tenfold blessing of the Holy Forbidden Realm, this world seems to have merged with Jiang Chen's body at this moment.
He is heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are him.
Jiang Chen's breath has reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.
Between the eyes open, there is divine fire floating, and thunder flashes.
In Jiang Chen's eyes, there is the ups and downs of the world, and there is the whistling of Sword intent.
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