"Candle Dragon!"

A loud cry of pain came from Mengchen's mouth.

Seeing that his arms were also weathered, and pieces of flesh and blood turned into ashes and floated into the sky, a cruel look flashed across his chinned face.

Click! Click!

Both arms were cut off directly by him.

Looking at the two severed arms that had fallen to the ground and had mostly been eroded into ashes, Mengchen said with fear in his eyes:

"The power of time! I didn't expect you to master such a terrifying ability!"

"There's a lot you don't know!"

Zhulongwang's black and white eyes exuded the aura of time, and his eyes continued to shoot towards Meng's chin like a sword.

Meng Chin, who stretched out his arms again, did not dare to be careless this time. With a wave of his hand, he was quickly submerged in the river of blood.

In an instant, Meng Chen's entire aura disappeared.

Only the river of blood that covered the sky and the sun continued to rush towards the Zhulong King.

However, all of this has no effect on the Zhulong King's Eye of Time Technique.

I saw the latter's black and white eyes sweeping across the blood river. One after another, the blood river seemed to be wiped clean out of thin air. It was visible to the naked eye that the area of ​​​​the blood river was rapidly decreasing.

The Zhulong King had no interest in finding Meng Chin's true form, and directly wanted to wipe out the overwhelming river of blood in front of him in a domineering manner.

The river of blood is there, and the chin is there.

When the river of blood dies, Mengchen also dies.

After several battles, Zhulong King already had a good understanding of the characteristics of Mengcheng's technique.

For others, destroying the Blood River may be extremely difficult to accomplish.

Because its area is so large and it can be replenished continuously.

But for the Zhulong King, under his pupil skills that flow day and night and continue through the years, the speed at which the blood river is erased from the concept of time is far greater than the speed at which Meng Chin can replenish the blood river.

Sure enough, seeing this scene, Meng Chin could no longer sit still.

Originally, he was planning to fight a war of attrition and wear down the Zhulong King to death bit by bit.

But now it seems that I am faster.

In an instant, a roar sounded as if coming from the abyss.

I saw the huge river of blood shrinking rapidly, with corpses floating outside, and finally a bloody giant with corpses as skin and blood as the core condensed.

Looking at his face, he is completely consistent with Meng Chin.

Living inside, he manipulated the blood giant's chin to perform the most powerful move, like the arrival of a mythical Titan, and the huge body suddenly crashed into the incomparably tiny Zhulong King at his feet.

This is a moment of competition over whose spear is sharper.

The black and white pupils of the Zhulong King burst out with even more dazzling brilliance, and the whole person seemed to be in an endless river of time. The sound of rushing water seemed to come from the past or the future. Standing independently on the embankment, he looked more ancient and mysterious.

The baptism of the power of time reached its strongest value at this moment.

With the naked eye, Mengchen's huge giant body could be seen disappearing quickly like snow.

However, Meng Chun completely ignored all of this and was determined to crush the Zhulong King in one fell swoop before he died.

He has this ability.

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment, and every moment became extremely slow.

Chen Jing and Shang Qingmei, who were watching the battle on the sidelines, almost couldn't bear it and went to help.

Fortunately, the results finally appeared at this time.

One breath difference, just one breath difference!

Meng's chin's palms with endless killing intent can touch the Zhulong King.

He could even clearly see the face of the Candle Dragon King, whose eyes became dim and his face turned pale as he continued to exert the power of time.

But it's too late.

The blood giant has almost evaporated completely under the wash of time, leaving only a few residual drops flowing into the completely exposed body of Mengqin.

Although he himself is intact, as mentioned before, the river of blood is him.

He was already severely weakened by now.

After a breath of delay, and the Zhulong King still had the energy to spare, he aimed his pupil technique at him again.

Finally, the fear of death made Mengchen shrink back.

"Candle Dragon!"

If the previous words he shouted were to vent his anger, then Meng Chen's tone now contained a strong sense of unwillingness, decadence, and a faint fear of the Zhulong King.

A line of blood cut across the sky with great speed.

Meng Chin gave up his pride, lost his ambition to compete with the Zhulong King, and ran away for the first time in his life.

However, Chen Jing and Shang Qingmei, who were already prepared and had been blocking his escape route, took action immediately.

The five-color heavenly sword bloomed with brilliant brilliance, and struck Meng's chin from top to bottom with a beautiful but deadly light.

On the other side, the sharp white-gold edge turned into a point and pierced through everything with an aura.

"Damn it! Do you really want to hand over victory to others? Do you know the true meaning of the king selection assessment?" Mengchen yelled when he saw this.

"Once you become the final winner, you will not only be granted the status of a true king, but you will also be qualified to look up to the path above the legend! Above the legend!!! Are you really not tempted? It's too late to join forces now! Without me, you would be It’s impossible to defeat Zhulong!”

Above the legend?

A gleam flashed in Chen Jing's eyes.

At this point, Meng Chen in front of me would not tell any lies.

In addition, the barbarians obviously have a deeper understanding of the ruins, so what the other party said must be well-founded.

I didn’t expect that a king selection test would be of such great importance!

Chen Jing subconsciously looked at Shang Qingmei.

Meng Chin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it.

It seems that no warrior can refuse the temptation beyond the legend.

Maybe there is still a chance for a comeback!

Previously, Meng Chin was so proud that he didn't care about Chen Jing and the two of them, but now he has an idea.

Although his own vitality was severely damaged, King Zhulong was also greatly depleted.

Wouldn't it be great to join forces with these two people and use their power to consume the Zhulong King, and then fight back in the end?

All kinds of strategies flashed through his mind in an instant, and Meng Chin, who had prepared perfect words, was about to continue to use his strength to completely pull Chen Jing and Chen Jing into his camp, when a sudden tearing pain broke out in his body.

"you!!!"

In his opinion, Chen Jing and the others should not continue to attack him.

However, unexpectedly, the two men's attacks did not stop at all, but even increased their strength.

"Are you really willing to give up this great opportunity to Zhulong?"

Meng Chen couldn't understand it at all. Even though his aura was getting weaker and weaker, he was still full of resentment and couldn't forget to shout and ask.

Shang Qingmei had no interest in paying attention to it, and only focused on stabbing forward, one by one with platinum spikes stabbing at the vital part of the former with incomparable precision.

Finally, when Meng Chen's life was about to disappear, Chen Jing looked at him and finally replied:

"We can still win without you."

His tone was calm, and there was an unshakable confidence in his brows.

Meng Jian was stunned for a moment, and in the end, all that was left to the world was a sarcastic smile.

So far,
Chapter completed!