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Half a month is just a blink of an eye for a warrior.
For the young master of the Xihai Dragon Palace who has been waiting for this day for a long time, no, it should be said that the young master of the Blood Clothes Sect has endured the wind, but his days are like years, and he is impatient.
Outside the entire sea area of ????Tianxing Island, there are densely packed bloody battleships parked, and the battle flag of the Blood Clothes Sect is hung on each battleship.
At a glance, it looked like a thick cloud of blood falling onto the ocean.
The blood-clothed gate has a majestic voice and a rainbow-like momentum.
Among the densely packed battleships, there are eleven main ships, one for each of the Seven Colored Dragons, and one for each of the four dragon kings. Among them, the battleship where the Dragon King of the West Sea, Bao Lang, is located, is the flagship.
Integrating the forces left behind by Neptune, the Blood Clothes Sect has become unprecedentedly powerful and has reached its peak. Except for the slightly inferior background, it is completely comparable to the Immortal Holy Land, or even worse.
In the distant sky, there are many warriors and people from the Holy Land, closely observing every move of the Blood Clothes Sect.
Of course, these people are not here to help, they just want to rely on this battle to find out the strength of the Blood Clothes Sect.
The current Azure Dragon King is not the one who was at the height of his power five years ago. People from all the major holy places have chosen to sit back and watch.
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"Young Master, the people in Longmen have not responded yet and are unwilling to hand over Xiao Chen." On the flagship, a messenger knelt on the deck to report.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Aofeng's mouth. He turned around and looked at his father, who was sitting on the king's chair. He said, "Father, this Dragon Gate doesn't know how to praise people, so we don't need to be polite to them."
Ao Lang was wearing a bloody battle armor, his eyes were flashing with a strange red light, and he had a heart-stopping aura, which made him look majestic and mysterious.
"Pass my order, the three dragon kings and the seven-colored dragon lords will land on the island, besiege the city, and wash the dragon gate with blood!"
¡°It¡¯s an order!¡±
The messenger on the time flagship took out the messenger talisman and conveyed Ao Lang's order.
According to the already planned arrangement, densely packed battleships rose into the sky and floated like blood clouds. Flying towards Tianxing Island with incomparable speed, every battleship was filled with densely packed red-clothed warriors.
In the city lord¡¯s mansion, Mo Chen, Lan Tianqi and other Longmen elders were ready to go, with fighting spirit on fire.
In the courtyard outside the mansion, Longmen warriors have already gathered on the Longmen battleship. The uniform Longmen battleships were filled with disciples who were willing to sacrifice for Longmen at any time. These were once the aborigines of Tianxing Island.
Only with the help of Hui and Xiao Chen and Mo Chen can we achieve what we have today. We have gone through many hardships with Longmen. We are loyal to Longmen and can go through fire and water at any time.
¡°Miss Mo, can¡¯t the Thirteen Thieves of the Black Sea and the Martial God Palace come?¡± Jin Lin asked worriedly.
Originally, we were counting on these two major forces to help at a critical moment, but who knew that there would be a sudden riot in the Black Sea. The Thirteen Thieves who were originally stationed in the city had to return to defense urgently, otherwise their hometown might be cut off.
As for the Martial God Palace, the demons suddenly attacked. The Martial God Palace and the Shinto Alliance were fighting at the same time in the starry sky.
It¡¯s hard to believe that this is just a simple coincidence.
"We can't come, we have to rely on ourselves." Mo Chen replied softly with a heavy face.
I didn¡¯t expect it would be so difficult.
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Footsteps sounded, and a disciple of the Dragon Sect ran in quickly and said: "City Lord, the people from the Blood Clothes Sect are here. They have surrounded the entire Tianlong City, including the three dragon kings, the Seven Colored Dragon Marquis, and the deputy sect leader of the Blood Clothes Sect. , all gathered at the east city gate."
"Go to war!"
Mo Chen stood up without any hesitation. She had only one belief in her heart. We must not let the Dragon Gate built by Xiao Chen himself be destroyed in the hands of this group of people.
She didn¡¯t want to see a shabby dragon gate when Xiao Chen came back.
She remembered that Brother Xiao Chen left with a smile. He left with a smile, so he should come back with a smile.
The previously heavy Longmen elders in the main hall suddenly stood up without a trace of hesitation. Since they agreed to come back in the first place, these people have no intention of becoming deserters, no matter who the enemy is!
After leaving the main hall, I looked up at the sky. A red cloud formed a circle around Tianlong City.
It is really airtight and watertight. Although the city gate is not broken, it is protected by a formation, and these people cannot attack. But a large cloud of blood seems to put a lot of psychological pressure on people.??
"Go to the east city gate."
Mo Chen said lightly, and hundreds of Longmen warships parked above the city lord's mansion rose into the sky. Like an arrow, it flew towards the city gate quickly and decisively.
"Let's go too."
After Mo Chen finished speaking, he soared into the sky, his feet stepping on the heavenly treasure mirror, like a burning meteor, piercing the sky.
The others used their own methods, and their speed was much faster than the Longmen battleship.
The latter arrived first and rushed to the east city.
Above the city gate, the guard already had a serious expression on his face, looking at the red clouds in the sky with a calm expression.
"City Lord, the young master of the Blood Clothes Sect, Yao Feng, wants to see you."
The commander of Dongcheng walked over quickly, cupped his hands and said.
"I'll go meet him."
Mo Chen took a step forward, came to the edge of the city wall, and looked down. I happened to see Yao Feng riding on a horse and surrounded by people.
In the rear, three dragon kings and seven-color dragon lords, each with a team, looked at the people on the city wall coldly with murderous looks on their faces.
A little further away, the Dragon King of the West Sea endured the waves but did not land on the island. Staying far behind, everything seems to be well understood.
Looking at the high wall, Mo Chen really stood up. Yao Feng's eyes lit up and he showed a meaningful smile.
After becoming emperor, Mo Chen¡¯s veil has been taken off. The most beautiful woman in the Yunhai Region in the past, now has outstanding grace and noble temperament, even better than before.
Many people were slightly stunned when they saw it, and were extremely jealous of Xiao Chen.
He has become a useless person, but there is still such a peerless beauty who is willing to stay with him and guard the dragon gate without giving up.
"City Lord Mo, you finally came out. I thought you were just like Xiao Chen." Yao Feng said with a smile as he was confident of winning.
Mo Chen was not humble and did not say a word, and responded calmly: "Mr. Nao, I have already said that Brother Xiao is not in Tianlong City. Even if he is really there, the people in Longmen will never put Brother Xiao Chen in danger. middle."
"Haha, what a good excuse, who doesn't know. Xiao Chen jumped off the Emperor's Road, and the wind and fire catastrophe backfired. Now he is a useless person, hiding in Tianlong City."
Ao Feng sneered and said in a serious tone.
"Young Master, there's no need to talk nonsense with them. I'll go catch this bitch myself, torture her, and we'll get the result."
A person beside him rose into the sky, like lightning, flying towards the east city, directly towards Mo Chen.
This person is wearing a blood-clothed battle armor with a local name, and his name is Wu Yun. He is one of the core elders of the Blood-clothed Sect, and his cultivation has reached the level of the sixth-level Heavenly King.
"Arrogant!"
On the city wall, Gong Yangyu stood on tiptoe, holding a heavy black iron rod, facing this person, and dropped the rod.
"How dare you, my little junior, fight with me!"
Wu Yun laughed wildly, and instead of evading, he punched away.
Bang!
This punch hit the iron bar, making a dull and loud noise, like thunder on the ground, making people's eardrums buzz.
Naofeng¡¯s face changed slightly, and he said softly: ¡°It¡¯s him, Gong Yangyu, the number one person in Tianxinghai Stick Dao!¡±
After the words fell, Wu Yun in the sky was careless, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was directly knocked out by the stick.
The arms were numb, the force from the stick spread out, and half of the body was a little stiff.
"It turns out that your cultivation, which is at the peak of the sixth heaven, was advanced by relying on external objects, but that's all!"
Gong Yangyu decided to beat the drowned dog, waving the long stick with one hand, and the black iron rod spun like a hurricane.
Rumble, the iron rod rotates, causing endless sounds of wind and thunder, causing thunder clouds to form.
Whoops!
When the iron rod stopped rotating, Gongyang Yu's rod fell down, and thousands of lightnings shot out from the thunder clouds. Gong Yangyu's body quickly disappeared until it appeared again.
Wu Yun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out wildly. A blood hole appeared on his chest, and blood splashed wildly. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com