The killer at the imperial level is extremely fast, but no matter how he changes the direction of escape, or uses secret techniques such as invisibility, he cannot escape the dragon claws captured by the real dragon. The dragon claws are covered with shining dragon scales, containing the domineering dragon power that crushes cultivators below the imperial level.

"No..." The emperor-level killer with the mask of Yan Luo was unwilling to roar.

boom!

The giant claw of the true dragon slapped the body that was killed by the Emperor level realm, but it could not kill him because there was a terrible force that burst out from the earth wasteland to the true dragon's claw.

"Long Jiaoyang, where are you in? How could there be a taboo killing array? Are you trying to kill me?" Zhenlong roared angrily and hurriedly shrinking the dragon claws back into the dragon pattern spirit stone.

The dragon pattern spirit stone was unfortunately slashed by the power of the taboo killing formation and instantly turned into powder.

Long Jiaoyang did not expect to summon the real dragon with the dragon patterned spirit stone in this form, and in this mode, the killing formation of the earth was activated. Long Jiaoyang couldn't help but worry that the real dragon's originality would be implicated.

Although the Emperor-level killer of the Yan Luo mask has not died, he has been slapped by the real dragon and has no combat power. He crawled on the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner, trying to escape from this place.

Long Jiaoyang didn't want to get close to the emperor-level cultivator who had never died. He took out five bottles of venom and threw them at the emperor-level killer in the mask of Yama, and then let them all explode.

“Ah…no…”

The killer at the imperial level screamed in grief and anger. He was going to die in the middle stage of the holy level. This was simply a great humiliation! If he could choose, he would rather be beaten to death by a real dragon with one claw.

Long Jiaoyang ignored the poisoned killer. He looked at Wu Xinjie's split corpse and was very sad. Wu Xinjie was completely implicated by him. The people from the Blood Heavenly Assassin Alliance came for him.

"Brother Wu, I was the one who harmed you." Flames appeared in Long Jiaoyang's sad palm, and he wanted to burn Wu Xinjie's remaining body.

"Brother Long, you didn't kill me... But when your flame burns, I will definitely be killed by you..." Wu Xinjie's head suddenly opened his eyes and said bitterly.

Even though Long Jiaoyang was brave, he was still shocked by Wu Xinjie's sudden resurrection.

"You...what is your situation?" Long Jiaoyang asked in surprise. He had clearly sensed that Wu Xinjie's soul had been killed.

Wu Xinjie said with a painful expression, "Brother Long, I am now in a broken body. Can you help me piece together my body first?"

Long Jiaoyang was stunned again, but soon took action and began to pick up Wu Xinjie's split body next to Wu Xinjie and pieced it together for Wu Xinjie. However, Wu Xinjie was exploded by the domineering emperor-level power, and there were still many flesh and blood that could not be found.

"Brother Wu, I have found all the bodies you can find. Can you really reorganize your body like this?" Long Jiaoyang said with concern.

"This process is very difficult, but I will definitely succeed." After Wu Xinjie said this, he closed his eyes, mysterious blood flew out from his eyebrows, and then flew to his broken body, with endless divine light covering Wu Xinjie's body.

Long Jiaoyang quickly retreated for dozens of steps. It was not that the blood power on Wu Xinjie's body posed a threat to Long Jiaoyang, but that the extreme stars in Long Jiaoyang's heart vein were ready to move, trying to swallow the blood power on Wu Xinjie's body.

"Jidao Xingchen, you can't do anything randomly. This is Brother Wu's life-saving blood. If you swallow it, Brother Wu will die." Long Jiaoyang suppressed Jidao Xingchen with all his strength, and then he took out the spiritual object Tianxiang Divine Tree from the Qiankun Immortal Mirror to provide vitality and repair the terrible wounds on his body.

The versatile mirror faithfully turned the scene here into the eyes of everyone in the deserted arena. When Long Jiaoyang encountered an attack, the old golden barbarian bull wanted to come out to help, but was stopped by Li Qingyun and others. But no one expected that the final result would be like this. Long Jiaoyang really had a lot to do with the true dragon in the enlightenment hall that stole the Heavenly God Temple. The true dragon took action across the domain and almost killed the killer of the imperial level for Long Jiaoyang.

The old golden barbarian bull was already preparing to fight, but it was the sound of the real dragon's dragon, so it did not explode.

"Hmph, do you see it? It is impossible for you to use the killer's hand to stop Long Jiaoyang from participating in the quota battle!" The old golden manniu sneered.

Qi Yang, Li Qingyun, Gai Xiong, Ling Zangfeng and others looked extremely ugly. The strong descendants of immortals and demons on the stone platform and the strong men from the Three Thousand Worlds all changed slightly, because there was a terrifying true dragon behind Long Jiaoyang, and emperor-level cultivators can kill them in seconds at will, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

The people participating in the competition were already silent. Long Jiaoyang could survive the sneak attack of an imperial-level cultivator. This is enough to show how terrible his physical defense is, and there seems to be countless venom in his hand. Five bottles of it can be exploded with ten bottles. All the imperial-level cultivators must retreat, let alone those of them?

"It's great that Brother Long is still alive!" Under the ring, there were excited people, including Golden Little Manniu, Xie Yuxi and others, who have already arrived here.

"It's so great. I thought the general died in the death area." Xie Yuxi was very excited.

"Bad people live for thousands of years, how can fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang die so easily?" After the God of War, the King of War stood beside the Golden Little Manniu and joked.

“…”

"Since Long Jiaoyang knows the real dragon who can go to the Immortal and Demon Realm at any time, why should he participate in the quota battle?" The powerful person from the three thousand worlds couldn't help but complain.

"Yes, this guy is so annoying. It's not a problem for him to go to the Immortal and Demon Realm. Why do you want to disrupt the situation and compete with us for a quota?"

"Do you really think we are soft persimmons? When the quota battle begins, I see how badly he will lose."

Hearing the dissatisfaction of the descendants of the immortals and demons and the people of the Three Thousand Worlds, the Golden Little Manniu mocked and shouted, "What are you whining? Your elders have created this so-called battle for quota. Isn't it just to see if anyone in our Jiuxuan World can beat you to death? Do you have any opinions to tell your elders, what are you doing here? You are not the group of outsiders showing off your power on our territory? Do you need Brother Long and Brother Long to come to this ghost place to compete with you?"

The King of War said, "That's right, a group of people looked down at us proudly, saying that we were as humble as grass. But why did fellow Taoist Long Jiaoyang come to participate in the war and you were so scared? Who is the humble grass?"

Bang!

The golden little manniu slapped the King of War on the shoulder excitedly, almost knocking the King of War down. It excitedly said, "King of War, you said this with a good level."

"Hmph, if you have the courage, let's go to the ring to fight now!" A man with a tall horse and a single horn on his forehead looked coldly at the golden little man bull and said.

"What's the hurry? Wait until the war starts tomorrow and you will be beaten to the spot." The golden little man bull was very arrogant, and his nose was about to fly into the sky.
Chapter completed!