Chapter 1539: The British soul is immortal, stay ... (1/2)
”Nine Soul Dragon Seals ...”
The violent air waves raged in all directions, and the sudden shock of the dragon was like a prehistoric monster that violently shook the sky and directly sent back the people in Mangcheng who were about to flee.
”Well ...”
The shocking waves shattered the ground, and the Saints of the Light were at a loss as to what to do, one by one, they hit the high-rise buildings and the ground of the city, spit blood, and were trembling.
Immediately afterwards, a wave of purple monsters such as the torrent and tsunami swept through Liaoyuan.
In the horror of horror and chaos, Mangcheng and other masters directly followed in the footsteps of the dragon blood saints.
Ghosts burned by the fire of **** will instantly become nothing.
...
”this is?”
The two waves without any warning were directly surprised by Mu Feng, Qiao Xiaowan, Mo Qingli, and others.
Even Bai Qianyu looked at the scene in amazement.
...
However, at this moment, the gods of three people (Qing), Chu Qing, Long Qingyang, and Long Xuanshuang, are extremely weird and complicated.
Their eyes were staring at the direction in which the dragon shadow appeared.
Nine Soul Dragon Seals!
Nine Soul Dragon Seals Again!
In this world, except for the three of them, no one understands this martial art.
who is it?
Who is it?
...
The dust filled the sky, and howling winds.
Behind the turbulent cyclone's rushing courtyard, a burly middle-aged (body shēn) figure gradually appeared in the sight of everyone.
From blur to clear.
Chu Chen, Long Qingyang, and Long Xuanshuang's heart strings were involuntarily tightened.
Long Qingyang's thick eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, but he didn't feel that he was somewhat familiar.
Long Xuanshuang is also a jade hand clenched into a fist, a pair of dazzling Danfeng eyes are still complicated.
The atmosphere was inexplicable.
Somehow inexplicable sadness.
Looking at the burly tall (body shēn) shadow that gradually came from far to near.
There was a warmth that was once the most familiar in the breath of the invisible majestic shore.
...
Involuntarily emerged from the minds of the three people the scene ten years ago.
Holy Star Dynasty.
Imperial City.
The burly and tall figure (body shēn) faced the countless masters of the celestial dynasty and the royal powers, and it was arrogant and domineering.
”The Empress Dowager today promised to me in front of the countless people present. As long as the dragon fight died, Chu Hen was let go. If ... In the world, I wish my son thoughtful! ”
...
The shadow (body shēn) came closer and closer.
The breath in the air was stinging eyes.
The memories of the past and the pictures in front of them constantly overlap.
Chu Chen, Long Qingyang, and Long Xuanshuang all felt that their hearts were trembling sharply.
...
”Yang'er, Shuang'er, Hen'er ... the three of you are the greatest pride of my life in Dragon Warfare. It's no regret to do this for my father!”
The man who has always been stern has a gentle and loving smile.
The sound was smiling, but the sadness was sad.
”Don't be sad, Dad is always there, no matter where I am, I will watch you grow up.”
Recall the scene and the picture in front of you.
Every time the other party took a step forward, it was like stepping on the inner lake surface of the three of them, and a wave of waves followed.
”Remember, Dad will always look at the three of you ... bye!”
...
Goodbye!
See you again!
”Zhan Bo ...” Chu Hen shouted loudly, and then he flew forward directly.
Long Qingyang and Long Xuanshuang opened their eyes with red eyes, and ran towards the shadow (body shēn).
”That's ...” Ye Yao was also shocked, ”Dragon, Uncle Dragon Fight?”