Chapter 1430 (1/2)

Junlin has a slender figure and a smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The purple dragon is tall and strong, with a blustering momentum and fierce eyes, which gives people a sense of hegemony.

”Younger martial sister Miaoling, it's dangerous in the world. Don't be cheated.”

After the purple dragon appeared, his eyes fell on Luo Xiu's body, with a sneer on his face, ”I've heard that the Supreme People's soul and body are incomparable. I'll try you.”

As he spoke, the purple dragon started to work directly. His long purple hair fluttered and his hands and fingers twinkled with purple light. He grabbed him like a purple dragon claw.

”Zilong, you've gone too far.”

At this time, it was the Junlin elder martial brother who stopped the purple dragon. With a wave of his sleeve, the purple dragon claws were blocked.

Miao Ling seems to have never thought that the purple dragon would be so unscrupulous in front of her, pretty face raw cold, ”purple dragon, what do you mean? Don't say you are not the son, even if you become the son, the people I bring are also active? ”

Luoxiu's face was gloomy. He came here because there were clues about his mother. But he didn't expect that he would come here, and someone would target him.

In the sea of knowledge, dragon and devil tripod, chopping immortal sword, Zhenxian iron is humming and trembling, ready to go.

”How dare to start on the master, the master let me out, I blow him to death!” The Dragon demon Ding Ling poked out his head and exclaimed.

Recently, in the sea of golden stars, the Dragon devil tripod spirit has been very unhappy. Every day, it is pressed by the immortal sword and Zhenxian iron. It wants to go out and breathe.

”King Lin, are you trying to block me? I'm just trying to see how good he is

Purple Dragon slowly closed his hand and looked at Luo Xiu coldly.

”Is it possible to compete for the position of Saint son If you don't pay attention to the purple dragon.

Hearing this, Luoxiu was stunned. Is the place of the son? What does this have to do with me?

Miaoling did not explain, and the beautiful eyes were staring at the purple dragon, ”purple dragon, pay attention to your words. The supreme love is the son of the Immortal Emperor. You humiliate him as a mole ant. If you humiliate the Immortal Emperor, can you bear the responsibility?”

”Emperor? Ha ha, let alone whether he is or not, even if he is, he is respected by the strong in this world. No matter how he comes from, he is a mole ant without strength! ” Purple dragon says coldly.

Zilong's posture is very strong, and his whole body is filled with strong breath. He seems arrogant, but actually comes from his own strength.

As one of the candidate saints of the Yuan Dynasty, his cultivation has already reached the realm of celestial beings. He practices the highest level of Immortal Emperor skills. In addition, he is a peerless genius. Under the Immortal King, he is rarely matched.

”Purple dragon, don't forget that the Immortal Emperor skill you cultivate comes from the female emperor!” Miao Ling's expression is more cold.

”Hum, younger martial sister Miaoling, don't oppress me with the empress. When I become the son, you are destined to be my woman. How can you help an outsider at this time?”

Zilong was very conceited and said, ”if he has strength, it's just that if he doesn't have strength, even I can't take a move. He deserves to die. How can he be qualified to compete for the position of Saint son?”

The invisible intention of killing spread, and other people retreated one after another. Only Junlin and Miaoling were left in front of Luoxiu.

”Ha ha, is this the so-called emperor? They can only hide behind women and seek shelter. ”

Purple Dragon stepped forward, ”King's landing, wonderful spirit, I advise you not to stop me, because you can't stop me, even if you join hands, it's useless!”

His purple hair in the back of his head, such as crazy Devil Dance, turbulent purple light from his body gush out, into a huge purple dragon claw, occupy the whole sky.

”Since you are such a saint, please pass me first.”

Junlin shot, is also the candidate son, he and the purple dragon are competitors, and the two characters are almost two extremes.

One is like a spring breeze, the other is arrogant and domineering.

The fingers are swords, with sharp edges and puffs, tearing the vacuum. The two candidates hit the air.

”Dong!”

The dull sound diffused, and both of them didn't want to fight, so they suppressed the fluctuation of energy and the scope was not large.

”Roar!”

A virtual shadow of a purple real dragon appears behind the purple dragon, and his momentum suddenly rises.

”Hum!”