Xun Long looked at Lin Zihan in front of him. In the bronze cauldron behind him, the burning bronze flames were like soaring flames, and the soaring flames slowly wrapped Xun Long's body in it.
On Lin Zihan's right hand, streaks of blood burning from the giant bronze shield were like wisps of burned black smoke, slowly spreading out from Lin Zihan's bloody claws.
Behind Lin Zihan, the huge bone wings flapped slowly. On the tips of the bone wings, there were sharp bone blades and sharp bone spurs, which were full of blood.
With a sudden force on his right claw, Lin Zihan's right claw passed directly through the energy-enhanced bronze shield and fell on Xun Long's arm. The sharp fingertips of the blood claw fell on Xun Long's bronze armor.
The blood-colored dragon claws slapped Xun Long's arm, and the blood energy that filled the surrounding area like poisonous mist was blocked by the bronze armor and could not invade Xun Long's body at all.
For Lin Zihan, this move was a move of anger and recklessness. It had no skills at all and was all brute force. It carried the brute force of Lin Zihan to suppress the haze in his heart.
The arms swelled little by little, and the originally scarlet blood became more solemn, and the dark red blood looked even more sinister and terrifying. Even Jia Suo and Zhao Wuzhang, who were forced against the wall, could not help but tremble in their legs.
Huang Zhizong grasped the body of the Holy Golden Spear Halberd tightly with both hands, and stood the halberd firmly on the ground. The spear halberd broke through the heavy blood, and the golden luster stood on the halberd body, motionless.
Xun Long's left knee was slightly bent, and his foot that was originally lying on the ground began to slide backwards uncontrollably. At this moment, Xun Long realized how terrifying this young man's power was.
His right claw once again burst out with great force. Lin Zihan looked less like a god of death than a berserker. With brute force, he actually knocked Xun Long away with one palm.
The body flew backwards, and the bronze tripod behind him also flew backwards. However, Xunlong's body rotated, somersaulted backwards, his feet landed on the wall behind him, and the bronze tripod also came to the top of his head.
At this time, Lin Zihan's whole body was surrounded by dark red blood. The blood was like crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The scarlet blood was no longer fresh. It seemed like the last person who had walked out of the battlefield. warrior.
At this time, Lin Zihan was the last warrior, the cowardly Lin Zihan, the last warrior who survived the evasion and cowardice, the nightmare again and again.
At this time, Lin Zihan had only one thought in his mind, and that was to let the people in the Git team around him tell the truth about what happened that year.
Xun Long's body was attached to the wall, and the bronze armor seemed to be born on the wall, more like the base of the bronze tripod.
"This power... is so terrifying...!" Even Xun Long, who already regarded himself as the strongest being in mankind, was stunned when faced with Lin Zihan, and was even a little embarrassed.
"If it weren't for the ancient bronze cauldron protecting you, I would definitely crush your arm bones!" Lin Zihan looked at Xun Long and said viciously. That was not a threat or a provocation, but a matter of keeping his word.
Hearing this, Xunlong looked at his right arm. Even though he was blocked by the giant energized bronze shield, there was still a clear claw mark on his arm.
There was a burning pain in his forearm. It was the pain after a huge shock, but it came slowly. Because of the strong numbness, Xun Long was unable to react for a while.
Everyone can think that Lin Zihan is talking big words, but Xun Long is the only one who doesn't think so. He clearly knows that if it weren't for the armor protection made of this ancient bronze cauldron, his current forearm might really be... Crushed.
Wang Qin just watched from a distance, with a worried look in his eyes. He didn't know how strong Lin Zihan was, because he knew that the Lin Zihan now was no longer the Lin Zihan before, he was like a monster. , in just one or two years, he has grown into a person that he does not even know.
The dragon wings behind him were retracted and placed close to the sides of the body. Lin Zihan was indeed as rumored, with wings, scales, and strange horns on his head.
It's just that maybe Lin Zihan hasn't completely transformed into a dragon yet, and there are only horns on his forehead, but the bloody coral-like horns are indeed like the demons in the rumors.
Xun Long looked at Lin Zihan's appearance, recalling that sentence in his mind, recalling those strange words, and recalling the appearance he had seen in the bronze coffin.
It’s really exactly the same!
Xun Long didn't know what to do for a while. At least now, Lin Zihan was emerging as predicted, and that was the thing that Xun Long couldn't let go of after returning from the bronze coffin.
Ancient prophecies, the end of Yuanxing, and catastrophes coming from the sky, everything seems to be running according to the established trajectory. He wants to find a way to break the situation, and he seems to have become a person in this situation.
Holding the wall tightly with his left hand, Xunlong lay on the wall at a 90-degree angle like a spider, looking at Lin Zihan warily.
Over the years, Xun Long thought he had the power to change everything. He broke through the realm level on his own without relying on the power in the bronze coffin, and broke through the mysterious shackles left in the human body. However, it seemed that he still couldn't. Compared with the ancient dragon clan.
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At this moment, in a quiet courtyard in Nandu, the bamboo forest outside the house was fluttering, and the bamboo leaves fell. One bamboo leaf happened to fall into the house and sat at the man's feet.
"He is stronger than us. At least they used the dragon mark left by the ancient dragon, and did not use the secret method left by the Star Attendant. He is the first person among humans to cross the threshold of the realm by his own strength!"
Sang Qing said lightly, with a bit of frustration in his tone, but also a bit of envy for Xun Long. At least except for the hidden organization that relied on some ancient powers, Xun Long was the first known human being to cross the realm. people.
Xuan Yu, who was sitting on the bamboo chair beside him, looked much calmer, at least not so sad or depressed, or even a little pessimistic.
"What he pursues is the way of mankind, the road for mankind to become the master of Yuanxing. It is a bumpy road, and now it seems that he will not succeed soon!"
In Xuan Yu's hand, the astrolabe rotated slowly, and a clear crack on the astrolabe split right from the center of the astrolabe.
"It's been a year and Long Zi has appeared, but why haven't they been found yet?" The worry in Xuan Yu's heart was for those old guys.
Although in the past, Xuan Yu and those old guys didn't talk much, and even seemed to dislike each other, but after all, they were brothers who had fought bloody battles together.
Now that he is old, all Xuanyu can think of is the past and the people he once thought of. Now for Xuanyu, those old guys are also the memories of his youth.
"They will be fine. As inheritors of dragon blood. There is a certain fateful connection between the Shadow Sect and the dragon clan ruins. How could it be so easy..."
Sang Qing then said that as the second elder of Shenghui, he didn't care about Shenghui's affairs. Instead, he was chatting with the most powerful person among the seven Shadow Sects at the Shadow Sect's residence.
"Who is more powerful, Long Zi or Xun Long?" Sang Qing changed the subject and asked, his eyes full of seriousness, which could be full of calmness and joking. The two just wanted to fight. Gambling, a small gambling pleasure.
But for Xuan Yu, this bet is not a simple bet for fun, but a serious question, and the slightest seriousness. Xuan Yu will not joke about anything involving Long Zi, and is extremely serious.
But Sang Qing just made a joke, the simplest joke, a small bet. He didn't even explain clearly what the bet was. Seeing Xuan Yu's serious look, Sang Qing felt that he shouldn't say this inappropriately. if.
"Longzi will not lose, he is the future master of Yuanxing," Xuanyu said slowly. Now he suddenly understood some of the Dragon Clan's prophecies, but Xuanyu still couldn't understand falling into the abyss.
Why do people have to become Star Lords, become people who fall into the abyss, and become that person who will never recover? Is it possible that this is the fate of Star Lords?
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At this time, Lin Zihan's figure had left a trail of afterimages. To Lin Zihan, the ancient bronze tripod on Xun Long's body was a bit familiar and yet a bit strange. It was a relic from the bronze coffin of the Dragon Clan.
But Lin Zihan didn't understand why the object in the bronze coffin would appear in the body of another human being, a person who was rumored to have become a realm-level person through his own strength.
"Bronze flames~!" The flames behind Xun Long burned, and flames rushed towards Lin Zihan.
This kind of power that originally came from the Dragon Clan made Lin Zihan smile. The strange thing was that this kind of flame did not belong to the Dragon Clan. Lin Zihan could feel that this was not the flame burning in the bronze coffin. The power in it was Lin Zihan was very strange.
Lin Zihan just jumped up and rushed directly towards the flames. Without retreating or retreating, Lin Zihan just rushed towards the flames released by Xun Long.
At that moment, Huang Zhizong was just stunned. He looked at Lin Zihan in front of him, facing the bronze flames and the endless flames. He was not even prepared at all, just so straightforward.
If it were anyone else, Huang Zhizong would have thought him a reckless man, but the person standing in front of him was Lin Zihan. Although he once looked down on Lin Zihan and disdained that little person from the small county, he was even a bit mean.
But now, what he saw was not only Lin Zihan's fighting power, but also the personal charm that Lin Zihan showed now, the kind of self-centeredness in the world, the kind of self that never cared about other people's eyes.
As his body met the fierce flames, Lin Zihan only felt a sense of warmth spreading throughout his body. The burning feeling of the fierce flames did not appear as promised.
The corner of Lin Zihan's mouth was a little surprised, and there was even a bit of contempt in his expression. The kind of flame fell on Lin Zihan, like a hot spring.
After all, the body has been tempered by dragon blood. It seems to have unique resistance to such flames. After all, it is the descendant of the Blood Dragon King who was not afraid of the creation fire. How could he be afraid of such a guide? flame.
Lin Zihan swung his left hand suddenly and tore apart a fire dragon, then tore the flames apart and faced it.
