An invisible coercion surged overwhelmingly, causing Han Sen to frown slightly, the alien species and nobles who were like a tide did not rush up again, but only trapped him all around.
Looking up slightly, I saw a copper cart pulled by ten monsters that looked like birds, not birds, beasts, and beasts, and came from the sky, and the terrifying aura came from those ten monsters.
Han Sen secretly screamed in his heart, the aura of the ten monsters pulling the cart was already far beyond that of the Duke of the Dragon Clan, and it was likely to be a king-level existence, so the characters in the copper cart were probably even more terrifying.
Han Sen didn't know much about the Dragon Clan before, and Long Yi's name was also known to him from the mouths of Long Nineteen and Xiusi, and when he heard that he was the head of the younger generation of Ten Thousand Dragons, he thought that he was not very old, at most he was just a duke.
However, Han Sen ignored one thing, the youth of the dragon clan and the youth of humans were two different things.
In the past, human beings were called young until they were thirty years old at most, but later with the discovery of the shelter and the growth of longevity, the definition of youth was gradually postponed.
The dragon clan was born with a long lifespan, and their so-called young generation was probably the dragon clan itself that had lived for hundreds of years, which was not the same thing as the youth that Han Sen imagined.
The curtain of the car opened, and he saw a dragon clan with black armor and black crown sitting in the bronze car, although he couldn't feel the breath, but just looking at his posture, Han Sen could probably guess that it was probably the king of the dragon clan.
Sitting in the bronze chariot with the Black-crowned Dragon King were two dragon clansmen, a man and a woman, although they didn't seem to have reached the king level, they also made Han Sen feel extremely dangerous.
Long Fifteen and Long Nineteen greeted the black-crowned Dragon King together, and saluted together: "Long Fifteen and Long Nineteen have seen the eldest brother, the seventh sister, and the ninth brother. ” "Then the Dragon King is indeed Long Yi."
Han Sen's heart turned a thousand times, thinking about how he could fight for a glimmer of life under the hands of a dragon king.
"You are Han Sen, the disciple of the Blade Empress," Long Yi asked, sitting in the bronze chariot, glancing at Han Sen.
"Not bad."
Han Sen replied.
Long Yi didn't ask anymore, turned to the dragon man sitting next to him and said, "Lao Jiu, you go and take him down, lest people say that I have no one in the dragon clan, and it will take so much trouble to get a marquis." ” "Yes, big brother."
The young dragon clan got out of the bronze cart and walked straight towards Han Sen.
Xiu Si saw the young dragon clan walking towards Han Sen in the distance, and his face was slightly strange.
"The Nine Sons of the Dragon Gate are very different from ordinary dragons, each of them has terrifying strength, not to mention that the dragon is in person, Han Sen is only afraid that he will be in trouble today, but he doesn't know what he has done to me, if he can't solve it, it will be a little troublesome."
Hughes was secretly worried.
Han Sen watched Long Jiu walk step by step with the dragon spear in his hand, although he didn't see how he burst out of his breath, but it gave Han Sen a feeling of extreme danger, making Han Sen intuitively think that Long Jiu's threat to him was not under Sha Long.
"Are the dragons all perverts" Han Sen secretly scolded himself, but what he was worried about was not Long Jiu, but Long Yi.
Here, even if he wins Long Jiu, he can't solve any problems, Long Yi, the king is still there, and it is almost impossible for him to kill it.
"Do you still want to teleport back to the shelter" Han Sen really didn't want to take this last step.
"Dragon Clan Dragon Nine."
The young man of the dragon clan descended in front of Han Sen, dressed in blood armor and blood spear, which was quite similar to Han Sen's blood red.
Looking at it from a distance, I thought it was two dragons facing each other.
"Han Sen."
Han Sen simply reported a name.
Long Jiu didn't say anything more, the blood-colored dragon spear in his hand stabbed out directly at Han Sen, his marksmanship was the same as that of Dragon Thirteen and Dragon Fifteen, but the same marksmanship, in this Long Jiu's hands, there was a terrifying feeling of breaking through the sky through the ages.
It made Han Sen have the strange feeling that no matter how much he dodged, he couldn't lie down in the past and the future.
His eyes froze, and the blood feather knife in his hand slashed out like silk at the dragon spear, the blade and the spear collided together, Han Sen's blade was directly stabbed by the spear, and the spear, which was thousands of times more solidified than the tip of the needle, continued to penetrate towards Han Sen without pause. while The blade of the Blood Feather Knife slashed at the spear, and the spear that was condensed to the extreme was not chopped off, it spun like an electric drill, rubbing against the blade of the Blood Feather Knife and emitting electric sparks, almost making Han Sen unable to hold the Blood Feather Knife in his hand, and his body was hit by the force of the impact and kept retreating.
Han Sen slashed three times in the air before he slashed the spear to pieces.
With the same power to break evil, it is also at the marquis level, and the condensation degree of the power of Dragon Nine to break evil is many times stronger than that of Dragon Thirteen, which is really a little cold to ward off all evils.
Han Sen's strength was not inferior to Long Jiu's, but Long Jiu's spear power was too condensed, and if he only attacked a little, it was like a small iron needle colliding with a large piece of soil, no matter how large the volume of the soil was, there was only a little bit of force, and it couldn't stop Long Jiu's spear at all.
Combined with the sword qi of the world under the moon, it can be regarded as very condensed, but it is still much worse than Long Jiu's spear.
The dragons are simply experts in condensing compression power, and confronting them with them is purely looking for abuse.
Han Sen looked at Long Jiu's spear power with a cave aura, and found that the chain of order that made up the spear power was like a honeycomb iron plate that was tightly compressed together, and there were almost no gaps between the particles, presenting a strange hexagonal honeycomb structure.
Han Sen had just blocked this spear, Long Jiu's second spear had arrived, the second spear had not yet arrived, and the third spear had risen again.
The spears that were compressed to the extreme, one after another, did not give Han Sen a chance to breathe at all.
Han Sen's footsteps moved, dodging Long Jiu's spears again and again, unless he could compress his strength to the same level as Long Jiu, he would only suffer a loss if he was hard to shake head-on.
After the spears were dodged by Han Sen, they suddenly exploded like bombs, the power that had been compressed to the extreme, and the power generated by the sudden explosion was even more terrifying than the full force of the Marquis level.
Han Sen didn't have time to fight anymore, the dragon wings behind him shook, and he suddenly disappeared as if teleporting, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away, dodging the explosive power of the gun.
Long Jiu's expression did not move, and one shot after another stabbed him, and the compressed spear exploded directly if it missed Han Sen, causing Han Sen to have to dodge and retreat again and again, and fell behind for a while.
Many dragon nobles and aliens on the lookers cheered loudly, and even shouted Long Jiu's name, and the shouting shook the sky for a while, but that sound was enough to make people with weak wills fearful. while Han Sen's Blood Feather Knife slashed at a spear again, and the spear was like a spinning poisonous dragon, drilling forward against the Blood Feather Knife, causing Han Sen's body to keep retreating, and his legs ploughed two deep furrows on the ground
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