I'm afraid that besides himself, only the perverted immortal masters of the Taoist sect can see the reality of their dragon spear.

More than a dozen gun flowers pierced Zi Chen's eyes in an instant.

Seeing that Zi Chen's arms covered with black scales were impossible to block the dozen or so spear flowers he danced out at the same time, and when he was about to die under his Panlong Spear, Zi Chen's whole body was squirming, and palm-sized scales instantly covered his whole body. The spear tip of the Panlong Spear pierced on the scales and made a loud "bang". Because of the power too much, although the Panlong Spear failed to penetrate Zi Chen's body, it also left a dazzling mark on the scales.

"A strange beast?"

Seeing that Zi Chen not only had his arms, but his entire body turned into a strange beast.

Zhao Feiyun was completely stunned, his eyes full of horror. While retracting his gun, he roared madly: "What kind of martial arts is this? What exactly are you? Why can you turn into a strange beast?"

Unfortunately, Zi Chen, whose body was covered with a layer of scales, had no intention of talking nonsense to Zhao Feiyun. Before Zhao Feiyun could take back the Panlong Spear, Zi Chen took action again, grabbing the tip of the Panlong Spear like lightning. He already knew that his Panlong Spear could not penetrate Zi Chen's scales at all. Seeing Zi Chen taking the initiative to attack and trying to take away his Panlong Spear, his eyelids trembled wildly. He knew very well that if his Panlong Spear fell into Zi Chen's hand, he would be in real danger without Panlong Spear. Seeing Zi Chen's palm covered with scales had fallen on his Panlong Spear, Zhao Feiyun bit his silver teeth, but instead of retreating, holding Panlong Spear's arm, and suddenly exerted force.

The tip of the Panlong Spear penetrated directly through the gap in Zi Chen's palm, and once again thought that Zi Chen's heart stabbed through.

This time, Zhao Feiyun, who had already sacrificed his life to attack with all his strength, naturally had a considerable force in his hand. The gun body and Zi Chen's palm covered with scales rubbed a series of sparks. Zi Chen, who saw Zhao Feiyun's intention, was not in a hurry. Just when the Panlong Spear was one or two centimeters away from his heart, he slightly stepped back. Under the influence of Zhao Feiyun's power, he took several steps, so that the tip of the Panlong Spear's spear was always one or two centimeters away from his heart. The hand holding Panlong Spear and exerted force again, directly fixing Zhao Feiyun's Panlong Spear's spear tightly in his hand.

Seeing his retaliation, not only did he fail to penetrate Zi Chen's heart, but he also imprisoned him. Zhao Feiyun instinctively wanted to pull the Panlong Spear back from Zi Chen's hand.

Unfortunately, his power is compared with Zi Chen, who has become a strange beast.

The difference is definitely not a little bit.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never pull the Panlong Spear out of Zi Chen's hand.

Just as he was about to abandon his gun and retreat, Zi Chen suddenly made a move, and the speed was definitely not a little faster than him...

...

Seeing the kick that was like thunder, Zhao Feiyun's face changed again. Even though he had entered the realm of Wuzong, he did not think he could withstand Zi Chen's kick.

The true energy in his body surged wildly, and a dragon roar ran out from his chest. Then he saw a purple dragon head poking out from his chest. It was a ferocious dragon head. Zi Chen's kick just as he kicked the dragon head. A purple light flashed. Then Zi Chen felt as if he had kicked a rubber. The force he used was bounced back as much. The terrifying shock force directly knocked his body out and flew hundreds of feet. His body rolled in the air several times in a row before it landed steadily on the ground. The Panlong Spear had already been removed and was grabbed by Zhao Feiyun.

With the appearance of this dragon head, a very strong aura erupted from Zhao Feiyun's body. His body directly floated up, and countless purple auras continued to gather on him. As the purple auras continued to condense, the hideous dragon head in his chest was struggling to poke out from his chest.

"Gou is the destiny of heaven, and Gou is the destiny of purple dragon. Why do you fight with Gou!" Zhao Feiyun stood in mid-air, and his powerful aura continued to spread, and his face showed unprecedented confidence.

I am the fate of the purple dragon, which is the name of the emperor. My son will become a destined person in the future. What are you afraid of and what are you worried about?

Isn’t it just a Zi Chen? At that time, I was one of the four most low-key heroes in Chang'an City, and what about him? He was just a waste. Even though he has made rapid progress over the years, what are he afraid of? Perhaps as he said, from the moment he betrayed the Tang Dynasty, he and his father had lost their confidence and courage.

Now, it is time to give up these things again.

The guards of the imperial city were still coming, and even the Imperial Guards had arrived. Seeing the soldiers who were constantly rushing, the masters who were looming in the crowd, and looking at the huge pressure emitted by Zhao Feiyun, Zi Chen's eyes also had a raging fighting spirit.

Especially as the purple dragon head in Zhao Feiyun's chest continued to poke out, Zi Chen vaguely felt that something was breaking out of the cocoon in the depths of his life sea. But for some reason, the two drops of essence and blood in the depths of his life sea, whether it was the essence and blood of the Dark Emperor or the essence and blood of the Qing Emperor, emitted light, suppressing this thing tightly.

Deep in my mind, there was a faint voice constantly reminding myself: It’s not the time, it’s not the time?

Zi Chen didn't know why it was not the time. He didn't even understand what was the thing in the depths of his life sea that was about to break out of the cocoon but was suppressed by two drops of essence and blood. But he knew that since the subconscious mind told him that it was not the time, it was not the time. Killing Zhao Feiyun would not need those things.

With his left hand, the wooden bow immersed in the depths of the sea of ​​life appeared in his hand.

Seeing this quaint wooden bow, the wooden bow with a light green light as a whole, Zhao Feiyun's pupils suddenly contracted together. Over the years, there have been countless peak martial artists and immortal masters who died under this wooden bow. It is this wooden bow that has made Zi Chen famous and made him the reputation of the Divine Arrow Lord.

This is Zi Chen's strongest killer move.

"Do you know? My brother had advised me to shoot you with this bow before! Once I use the setting sun, no matter how strong you are, Zhao Feiyun, will definitely die without any defense, but I am useless. Do you know why?" Just as Zhao Feiyun was ready to deal with it with all his strength, Zi Chen did not pull the bow and arrow, but said lightly.

Zhao Feiyun raised his eyebrows, not understanding why Zichen said this at this time.

"Because I think it's too cheap for you to shoot you with one arrow!"

"Why, now I feel that I can't beat me, so I plan to use a bow?" After hearing this, Zhao Feiyun laughed instead of angry.

"No, I just want to tell you that even if I don't use a bow, I can still kill you!" Zi Chen said that, and had already put the wooden bow back into the sea of ​​life. Then he saw his body suddenly soaring. In the blink of an eye, it had risen to a hundred feet high, turning into a human-shaped monster covered with scales and even horns on his head. Then he saw him lifting the claw that had become extremely huge and slapped at Zhao Feiyun hard.

It was a shocking palm, a palm that tore through the void. Feeling the power of this palm, Zhao Feiyun's face became extremely ugly. The Panlong Spear shook, and the true energy in his body was released frantically. The painted black Panlong Spear instantly shone brightly, turning into a dragon shadow and heading straight to the sky, rushing towards Zi Chen's palm, with signs of piercing Zi Chen's palm.

"Crack...", who knew that the spear could not bear the power of that palm just as soon as it touched Zi Chen's palm, and made an overwhelming sound. The dragon shadow instantly defeated, and even the tough Dragon Spear had cracks.

However, taking advantage of this moment, Zhao Feiyun's body had already hid aside, and Zi Chen slapped his terrifying palm hard on the ground.

The loud noise of "Boom..." was constantly coming, and a huge palm print was taken from the solid ground, and countless gravels splashed out, making the surrounding guards in a mess. Some of the luckless ones were hit directly in the head and died tragically on the spot.

Countless dust dissipated, and Zhao Feiyun, who was standing in the void, was frightened. Looking at Zi Chen standing in Yueyang City like a demon, his eyes showed an extremely shocked look.

What kind of martial arts is this that turned into a giant beast hundreds of feet tall?

Just when Zhao Feiyun was extremely shocked, black flames suddenly ignited on Zi Chen's huge body. Then he saw him suddenly raise his hands and breathe a sudden breath. Then his hands suddenly slapped the ground, and a terrifying gray light swept out.

Feeling this gray light, Zhao Feiyun, even Li Haibei, Lin Xubai, Su Yi, Li Zijun and others who were fighting were retreating hundreds of feet at the same time, and only Ye Zhihan's sedan stayed in place.

Wherever the gray light passed, all the houses began to weather and collapse. Everyone, whether they were guards or people, whether they were masters or ordinary people, also aged one after another. In the blink of an eye, they were covered with wrinkles and snow-white hair. In just a moment, they had turned into a pile of bones...

Within a radius of hundreds of feet, there was a silence like death. Everyone looked at Zi Chen, who was so huge. What move was this? It was so terrifying?

Within a radius of a hundred feet, except for the bright red sedan chair, it was all gray and white...
Chapter completed!