The individual strength of the Three Tribulation Catastrophes has far exceeded the strength of ordinary mixed-blood monarchs. If the pure-blood dragons are used as combat units for comparison, not to mention being comparable to the second-generation species, they can still be regarded as the best among the third-generation species.
But even these three people who can reach the level of princes in the Dragon Clan can only compete with Mr. Li after turning on the dragon bone state.
The terror of this young man is evident.
Of course, according to the strict hierarchy of dragon bloodlines, the disparity in strength becomes greater as you go up. If the Four Monarchs were to take action, even killing a second-generation species would be as easy as killing a chicken.
After all, the dignity flowing in the blood is enough to prevent the huge and ferocious next-generation species from daring to move rashly.
"The strength is good."
Mr. Li spit out blood and smiled softly, but his laughter made people question his mental state.
"Let's go together."
A cold and domineering voice swept across the audience. The young man raised his head with loose black hair, revealing sharp golden pupils. A little bright red blood dripped from his forehead, making his face more angular. He even squinted his eyes and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick it, and there was a faint fishy smell.
In just a moment, Yan Calamity rushed in front of Li Longyuan. Without any nonsense, the fist with ever-spreading scales brought out a burst of ear-piercing sonic boom, which was enough to prove his strength.
Then Lei Shi and Feng Shi, who were kicked away, also turned over quickly, holding wind and thunder in their hands and sneak attacks from two directions behind Li Longyuan's waist.
The dull sound of the fist hitting the flesh made many girls watching cry. The boy who used to be the most handsome, the brightest and the coldest in their eyes is now fighting for the lives of ordinary people like themselves.
, stood in front of him without hesitation, cut through Chiyuri with the three monsters around him in one breath, and the gesture of exchanging his injuries for his life was touching.
Word Spirit Indra!
Mr. Li gritted his teeth. He didn't know how many times he had released this high-risk word spirit. The blazing thunder gathered in his palms, illuminating the screening room as if it were daylight. In just an instant, he was surrounded by the blue-purple Wanjun. The electric shock exploded in one place.
The next moment, his eyes turned from silver to blue, and the Wind King's pupils collided with the dust-free land of Yujiang with a roaring tornado. It was difficult to distinguish who was in the high-risk word spirit field where one was mainly attacking and the other was heavily defending. Who is stronger and weaker can only compete with each other according to the rank developed by the hybrids.
Black flames followed the wind and surrounded the young man's slender but not exaggerated body. A black-scaled dragon spiraled out, with its ferocious and majestic dragon head pressed tightly against his chest.
The dragon opened its mouth and let out a sharp roar. The rolling sound waves hit the three people who were besieging them. The scorching heat of the fireworks became a natural barrier.
"Incredibly handsome."
Lu Mingfei looked at the lifelike black dragon figure wrapped around the shoulders in the center of the battle circle. The golden pupils under the black hair and the dragon eyes emitted the same cold light, and he looked at the masked weirdo standing in a triangle.
Yanyan and Leiyan just looked at each other and it was clear that they would not be able to decide the winner against Li Longyuan in a short period of time.
Therefore, the original coercion plan of playing cat and mouse with the hope of ensuring victory should be appropriately changed.
Feng Liang continued to move forward, whipping his sharp whip at Li Longyuan, while the other two people retreated in tacit agreement. He headed straight towards Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen behind him.
"Get away."
Nuonuo, who was unable to contact the college, didn't know that the other party had used shielding devices to interfere with electromagnetic signals in the surrounding area. Seeing the man in black robe with a cow-head mask on his face leaning towards him, he immediately rushed forward. Just a vicious kick.
However, Kui, who was holding the thunder, just stretched out his hand covered with blue scales and waved it. The high-voltage arc driven by Yanling Leichi roared out and the red-haired witch didn't even touch his body. His eyes flew out in confusion.
It was only then that the members of the Literary Club could intuitively feel the horror of the Three Catastrophes. Their special powers were a terrifying weapon of great power to ordinary people.
Even though Nuonuo's bloodline is A-level, she has not awakened the word spirit. She is defenseless and cannot even survive a single attack in the hands of Lei Shi, who has mastered the high-sequence destructive word spirit.
What followed was a calamity of red flames wrapped around their palms. Their speed was astonishing. They used only the soles of their feet to push on the ground and rushed forward like arrows. They were as powerful as tigers entering a flock of sheep. Zhao Menghua was too frightened to dare. During the movement, he grabbed the girl in the cotton white skirt.
However, the next second, the roar of a heavy object falling to the ground almost shook the entire screening room.
A black shadow almost flashed into the sky above Yan disaster, and then slammed his elbow on his back, slamming his whole body to the ground and sinking him.
Right in front of Chen Wenwen, the arrogant Black Dragon-ridden Mr. Li was grabbing the backs of Yan and Lei Shi's necks with both hands, slamming them into the ground. The PVC floor made of composite material was smashed into large gaps, and blood flowed out. Flow like a small river.
Looking back at Feng Shi, he had already kicked him and sent him flying into the corner. He also knocked over four or five seats in the middle of the road.
The entire cinema was destroyed into ruins by a few of them, and smoke and ashes filled the sky. Amidst the loud coughing, only the bare-chested young man was still standing straight, with every scale on the gorgeous dragon body made of black flames. They all glowed with a cold metallic luster, shaking their dragon heads like living creatures, and their two pairs of golden eyes were like lights piercing the darkness in the dim screening hall.
No one can forget this shocking scene. They all raised their heads and looked at Li Longyuan with respect or fear, joy or tears, who was trying to turn the tide.
"Ahem!"
The Yan disaster and Lei disaster under their bodies were coughing violently. Even though they suffered such a powerful attack, they quickly recovered from their injuries in the first place.
Just like the amazing healing ability of real pure-blood dragons, after shrinking their bodies, there are few ways to instantly dissipate their combat effectiveness unless they suffer fatal wounds that penetrate the heart or directly cut off their heads.
"You are worthy of your reputation, Mr. Li. He is said to be the one closest to the throne of the emperor, the crown prince."
Feng Liang, who was knocked into the corner, stood up with support on the wall. The blood in his lungs overflowed from under the mask as if it was free money, and he didn't care. Just saying this meaningfully.
"Not everyone is willing to see the return of the emperor who exists in myth."
"boom!"
As if in response to his cold words, the scorching red flames surged in from the two safe passages along with the air waves, and were barely blocked by Li Longyuan's raised hand and the Eye of the Wind King.
Otherwise, the high-heat air waves will quickly burn the throats and lungs of the ordinary people in the movie theater, until their whole body organs fail and die under the high temperature.
Even if the person who came was not deliberately targeting them, ordinary people without dragon blood were so fragile in the fight between hybrids. Just a careless aftermath could easily crush them to death.
After a long moment of silence, a young man with ordinary facial features, wearing a courier company employee uniform and a work hat, walked out of the passage. Only his thick black eyebrows were recognizable.
"Old Tang?"
Lu Mingfei, who was lying in a daze behind the seats in the cinema, looked at the young man walking out of the fire wave and shouted strangely.
Because there was no such mean smile on his face, instead, there was a kingly solemnity.
