"Because I understand God better than you!"

Ling Jianchen sat upright on the dragon chaise, holding the dragon head armrest with both hands, leaning forward slightly, showing a arrogant attitude.

He is like a great king looking down at the people.

This made the arrogant Nie Tong feel a sense of humility.

On the side of the Qinglong Empire, the young man with brocade robe showed an angry look on his face and shouted in a low voice: "Nie Tong, wake me up!"

Buzz!

Nie Tong's body shook, and his head suddenly shook, his face showed a ferocious look, his angry face floated, and his cold murderous gaze fell on Ling Jianchen: "Bastard, how dare you use illusion to tempt me? Are you looking for death!"

boom!

Nie Tong's body suddenly moved, and two pairs of black wings emerged from behind. His hands were like eagle claws, and he grabbed Ling Jianchen's head.

"How dare Nie Tong take action directly?"

"It seems that he was angry. Tsk tsk, Nie Tong is also a master in the Qinglong Empire. Now that Ling Jianchen dares to treat him like this in public, he will naturally not bear it."

"Although Ling Jianchen is at the sixth level of Emperor Wu, he is afraid he is not a match for Nie Tong!"

"He was about to die as soon as he ascended the throne. Ling Jianchen should be considered the emperor with the shortest survival time in the history of the Tianling Realm, right?"

While everyone was whispering.

Nie Tong had already killed Ling Jianchen, and was extremely sharp. The sharp claws that could tear open the true dragon scale armor were already in front of him. When everyone thought that Ling Jianchen was about to die.

Ling Jianchen, who was sitting on the dragon chaise, suddenly glared and let out a low roar like thunder in his throat: "Rareless!"

boom!

A powerful sound wave burst out and turned into a terrifying storm, sweeping Nie Tong into the storm. Every wind blade in the storm was like a sharp sword, constantly cutting, crisscrossing.

Nie Tong's robes exploded one after another, and even the feathers on the two pairs of wings were cut off.

Two bare pairs of wings fluttered in the air.

puff!

A sharp sword penetrated his shoulders and fell to the ground.

puff!

The second sharp sword penetrated the other hand.

The third, fourth, fifth...

The sharp sword formed by ninety-nine holy powers penetrated Nie Tong's body and nailed him to the ground. His legs were kneeling on the ground, unable to move.

“…”

Ascending above the peak of the sky, there was no sound.

Even the young man with brocade robe from the Qinglong Empire and the purple-haired young man of the Tianwu Dynasty tensed in an instant. His eyes narrowed slightly and stared at Ling Jianchen, with a bit of solemnity and surprise.

In their opinion...

Ling Jianchen is only at the sixth level of Emperor Wu’s cultivation, which is far inferior to both of them.

Even though Nie Tong was one level lower than Ling Jianchen, he was able to deal with Ling Jianchen at least one or two. But what they did not expect was that Ling Jianchen's strength was beyond expectations.

With just a roar, Nie Tong, who was the fifth level of the Martial Emperor, was nailed to the ground.

"Ah... Ling Jianchen, how dare you treat me like this? Let me go, otherwise, my Qinglong Empire's army will flatten your Lingtian Dynasty..." Nie Tong was covered in blood, extremely miserable, with his resentful eyes staring at Ling Jianchen and roaring hysterically.

"Noisy!"

Ling Jianchen waved his hand and slapped Nie Tong's head ten times, his neck like a twist.

The vitality of the fifth-level powerful Martial Emperor is so powerful that he will not die because of this injury, but it can make Nie Tong extremely painful. His face is facing the back, and Ling Jianchen cannot be seen, but there is a little more shock and fear on his pale face.

The blood-stained eyes stared at the young man in brocade robe, and his hoarse voice begged: "Save me, Young Master Silver Corner, save me..."

"Shameful thing!"

The young master of silver horns frowned, his face turned black, and the horn on his forehead emitted a faint light, looking at Ling Jianchen coldly. His hands slapped each other, making a crisp sound, and said indifferently: "Ling Jianchen, you are still looking at the owner when you beat a dog. In front of me, you are not suitable for my dog ​​like this, right?"

Ling Jianchen looked in the sound.

He stared at the Young Master Silver Corner for a while, his lips raised, with a cold curve: "What can you do if you hit me?"

The young master of Silver Corner's eyes were slightly stern.

When I grow up, I get up.

A silver dragon tail extended from behind him, held it forward on the ground, making a clang of harsh gold and iron interlaced. The young master of Silver Corner squinted his eyes and said confidently: "You have been penetrated by Nie Tong for eighty-one swords and a slap in his palm. So, you will destroy your cultivation, cut off one hand and one foot, and then kneel in front of Nie Tong and kowtow ten thousand times. I will spare you. How about it?"

"Damn it!"

"How dare you insult my head in this way?"

Luo Tianhao, Beihai Qingtian and others all turned cold, staring at the young master of Silver Corner, hoping to take action immediately and kill him.

"A group of ants dare to shout at me. Don't you want to live anymore?" The young master Yinjiao looked cold and his body shook. A terrifying force flowed around him, turning into a storm and swept away.

Rumble!

The roar of the wind was like a sharp blade, easily breaking through the holy power defense of Luo Tianhao and the others, and it was about to penetrate the key points of the two. But at this moment, a shocking sword enchantment enveloped the four directions.

The swords compete for the front, like a needle facing the wheat.

All the wind blades were broken and turned into ashes, disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Um?"

The young master of Silver Corner narrowed his eyes with dangerous light flashing, and he said coldly: "No wonder Nie Tong is powerless. He really has a few brushes. If you give you decades, you might be able to catch up with me. But it's a pity that you no longer have a chance. Today, you will be buried here. What are the last words? Let's explain it quickly?"

"A last words?"

Ling Jianchen twisted his neck, making a crisp sound of slap, and his eyes narrowed into a gap: "Since you are so sure, you can kill me today, can you lend me something first?"

"What? Is the coffin? Or do I want me to dig a grave for you?"

The young master of Silver Corner said with a joke on his face.

Ling Jianchen smiled and shook his head, slowly stood up, and walked towards the young master of Silver Corner, word by word, with a sonorous voice, with an undeniable coldness and determination: "Let me lend you the leader!"

"Flag?"

The young master of Silver Ark was stunned, then woke up and said with a grim smile, "What a Ling Jianchen, I still want to kill me when I die? Today, I will kill you with my own hands and tell the world that from now on, this Lingtian Dynasty will be mine!"

boom!

The young master Silver Horn suddenly moved and appeared in front of Ling Jianchen in an instant.

The dragon's tail behind him suddenly flicked, the dragon swung its tail, and the tiger and tiger were full of wind. The void was torn apart by the tail, and the space storm danced, gathering into a violent storm, shooting towards Ling Jianchen.

Facing the destructive storm, the ground was cut off a layer.

The dust is flying.
Chapter completed!