When everyone looked at him, in addition to marveling at his strength, they had a sense of pity. Those who were vicious in their hearts laughed mercilessly, with a sarcastic sense of sarcasm and gloating.

If he fails to become an emperor for five years, he will only have a mere twenty years of life. He dies young and becomes a meteor that has passed away in his prosperous age.

This is the sorrow of the Qinglong. No matter how tenacious the mood is, whenever you think about it, no matter who you are, your heart will be slightly painful.

My life has been going on for more than 20 years, and it has been very difficult to fight along the way. But when I reach the peak of my peers, I encounter this unpredictable disaster.

I can defeat all the heroes and sweep the Kunlun 6 young generation. In the sea of ​​stars, the geniuses of all the seas can also be defeated in one move.

So what? If you don’t become an emperor for five years, you will still be a meteor. No matter how dazzling the light is, it will make people feel more regretful.

What is revealed is still a look of sympathy.

In the hot air, thousands of flowers suddenly floated, red and blood-like white flowers.

The remaining flowers are like blood, covered with sadness. Every petal is filled with the sadness of the Azure Dragon King, floating with the reluctance of the Azure + Dragon King.

A blood-red waning moon slowly rose from behind Xiao Chen under the gaze of everyone, with red lights everywhere, and there was sadness within the sight.

No matter who it is, the heat in my body is wiped out at this moment, and an inexplicable melancholy surges in my heart.

I felt Xiao Chen's sorrow and noticed Xiao Chen's unwillingness. Under the cold and invincible mask, the Azure Dragon King also had a heart that could be hurt.

There was a rumbling sound of flowing water sounding beside Xiao Chen. It was the long river of time simulated with his mood. He was walking along the river with the bloody moonlight.

Time passes, and thousands of years passes, Xiao Chen's face changes. Under the attention of everyone, he seems to be experiencing one cycle after another, changing again and again. Only the bloody moonlight on his body remains unchanged, and the rivers cannot be washed away, and he is covered in sadness.

Who first sees the moon by the river? When is the moon in the river shining? Life has been endless for generations, and the moon in the river is only similar every year.

She was wearing a white dress, accompanied by millions of blood-colored white flowers. Under the bloody moonlight, Xiao Chen looked particularly sad.

Thousand years of sorrow, I have a palm, just talking about the sorrow of parting but not the joy!

Following the sadness in his heart, Xiao Chen took advantage of the situation and waved his palm out at Chu Yang, who was shining with a dazzling light in the air and laughing at him coldly.

Although my heart is hurt, I don’t blame others. I don’t want to shoot the knife. I don’t look down on you, but just because I really don’t need to shoot the knife.

The sadness that comes from this palm is endless, with the sadness that cannot be washed away by the endless cycle of reincarnation and the water of rivers that has never been washed away by thousands of years.

Chu Yang's mood collapsed and collapsed in an instant, and he was not awake yet. The sun's aperture on his body and the sun divine bird behind him fell apart under the power of a palm.

With endless palm power, Chu Yang, who was knocked out, hit hard in a jade tower in the air, scattering the people inside.

In an instant, the Yulou was instantly blown up, and the debris were like a hill, burying Chu Yang, who was seriously injured and fainted.

He retained a last trace of face for him, and was not seen. He was dressed in rags and disheveled, like a beggar's embarrassing appearance.

A strong sense of sadness permeates the square and echoes in everyone's heart.

The unwillingness, sorrow and pain of the Qinglong King Xiao Chen was expressed in this palm to the fullest, and everyone could clearly feel it, as if they were themselves.

Xiao Chen finished his work and stood with his hands behind his back. The remaining flowers dissipated, the blood moon was gone, and the sad breath slowly disappeared.

Push, Chu Yang climbed out of the ruins on the ground with difficulty, looking at Xiao Chen on the highest arena, his eyes full of surprise.

The palm just now was indeed terrifyingly powerful, but if it were the case, it would not have hurt him so seriously.

The most important thing is that the sadness contained in that palm disintegrated his state of mind in an instant, and his aura and fighting spirit were all dissipated. His martial arts were mostly ruined the moment Xiao Chen came out of his palm.

At this time, he had nothing to say and was convinced, but he would never let it go.

Chu Yang is the number one person in Zhoutianxing Palace. Since his debut, he has never suffered a defeat in Tianxing Sea. If it weren't for Di Xinhan having a heavenly spirit body and an amazing body, he would be a real opponent, and would be hard to find.

But today, it is really unacceptable to lose so vigorously.

Many old men in Zhoutianxing Palace flew down from the jade tower with Fu Hongyao and wanted to check his injuries.

"No, I'm fine, let's go." Chu Yang waved his hand, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, walked out of the ruins, looked at Xiao Chen on the ring, and said coldly: "Xiao Chen, I tell you, today's matter is definitely not over, and I, Chu Yang, wouldn't admit defeat so easily."

After saying that, he rode the sun god bird in Zhoutianxing Palace and flew away from the Mingyue City, not wanting to stay for too long.

After defeat, Xiao Chen defeated Chu Yang in one move, shattering the last glimmer of hope for many warriors in the Tianxinghai. Until now, Xiao Chen still did not draw his sword. Such a result is really unacceptable.

The grand event of heroes should have been a more square leader. They appeared one after another, each showing their martial arts, and played wonderful duels, showing their own style, and letting their name spread in the sea of ​​stars.

Then many saints came on stage, showing more exciting battles and creating different styles of their respective holy places.

But today, the heroic event that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years has completely turned this feast into a stage for him alone because of Xiao Chen's appearance.

Let the great battles that should have had many suspense and wonderful continuous battles be defeated in one move, and the heroic reputation of many saints was defeated in one lifetime.

"Ye Chen, aren't you going to play?" Ye Chen was watching the game silently in the jade building where the Beihai League was located without saying a word.

At this moment, someone in the building asked, smiled, shook his head and said, "Forget it, without Brother Xiao, I can't even become a quasi-emperor now. Besides, with my skills, I will definitely not be a match for Xiao Chen."

"This grand event was destroyed by Xiao Chen. I guess the judges of the Moon Palace would not be very happy."

Ye Chen sighed and said, "Who would have thought that he would suppress the entire prosperous genius of Tianxinghai in his own right, and he would be so miserable."

Just as everyone was talking in a low voice, a cold voice sounded above the palace where the Moon Palace judge was located, with a great majesty tone.

"Xiao Chen, the Qinglong King, our ten judges unanimously judged that this heroic event is probably no one can pass your style. Even if we push forward ten thousand years, only the Qing Emperor can compete with you, so the Longmen Mountain Card is the only one."

In the sky, a rectangular brocade box fell down.

Xiao Chen reached out to pick it up, and after opening it, in the exquisite brocade box, there was a stone plaque the size of a palm, with the word "longmen", which exuded a vast atmosphere, and was written on it in a dragon and snake manner.

After just taking a few more glances, Xiao Chen felt like he was trapped in an endless abyss. The stone tablet contained the vast and boundless power, which made people feel his infinite indifference.

Deep in my heart, there was a huge pressure, and there were endless dragon roars in my ears, and a battlefield of killing blood and fire appeared in front of me.

A majestic figure, with a sword and a horse, swept across the world with many children from the Dragon Gate. The majestic figure was surrounded by thirteen powerful men in blue, fighting against many terrifying enemies.

Among the enemies are the powerful god emperors, the Dragon King of the Four Seas, the Seven Colored Dragon Martial Arts, many holy places in the Tianxing Sea, and the even more terrifying Abyss Demon Emperor.

"Kill and kill!"

A killing sounded, Xiao Chen's eyes turned bloody red, and he thought to himself that something was wrong, so he quickly withdrew, covered the brocade box, and bowed: "Thank you, seniors of the Moon Palace, I'll do it."

He knew that the stone card in front of him was not wrong. It was the Longmen Mountain card created by Emperor Qing. Although it is only the size of a palm, the real size will be revealed after it lands.

"You came for the Longmen Mountain Card. Now that you have obtained it, please leave. The heroes' grand event will continue."

A hint of displeasure was revealed in the majestic and cold voice, and he began to see off guests.

Xiao Chen carried the brocade box on his back and bowed to thank him again. He glanced at the Moon Palace in the sky, and there seemed to be someone watching him. He now understood a little why the old man had lived in the Moon Palace for ten thousand years.

The handwriting on the plaque of Chanyue Palace is clearly the same as the handwriting on the Longmen Mountain plaque.

Why is the plaque of the Zen Moon Palace written by Emperor Qing? Perhaps only the old woman knows what happened in it?

Shaking his head and not thinking about it, he left in the sight of everyone.

On the small ring, Long Fei and Qi Wuxue felt bored and followed Xiao Chen to leave the place.

In all the eyes that watched Xiao Chen leave, most of them had a hint of respect in their eyes, and defeated the heroes of the four seas in one move. Xiao Chen deserved the title of the Green Dragon King, which is a kind of respect for the strong.

But there are also a few gazes that seem quite complicated, making it difficult to guess the thoughts.

After judging, Yue Bingyun looked at Xiao Chen's back and quietly turned around and left.

The young treasure master Yi Ling had a faint smile on his lips, meaningful, and said lightly: "History is always amazingly similar. Unfortunately, becoming an emperor in five years is still an unsurpassable hurdle for you. You are destined to be the next Qing Emperor. The future of the Tianxinghai still has to be controlled by me, and the Tianshi Stone will be handed over to you first."

The young palace master of the Dragon God Palace in the East China Sea, Leng Shaofan, looked gloomy and didn't say much. He only whispered a few words to the old man next to him, and the old man took the order and left.

If Xiao Chen was here, the old man would definitely be familiar with this. This person was the leader in the despair city that day to chase the four elders.

He was seriously injured by Xiao Chen that day, but now his injuries have recovered. His entire strength seems to have improved a little more.

Outside Mingyue City, Xiao Chen landed on the sea surface and met Long Fei without blood.

"Congratulations to Brother Xiao, I got what I wish." The two bowed and congratulated.
Chapter completed!