A trace of consternation flashed in Gao Yangyu's eyes, looking at Xiao Chen's outfit at this time, he said with some discoloration: "You are not Wen Ziran, you are Xiao Chen, the Green Dragon King appointed by the Thunder King!"

At this moment, the mystery that plagued everyone's hearts, who Wen Ziran was, was finally revealed.

As early as when Xiao Chen used the Perfect Sword Dao, some people secretly speculated whether Wen Ziran was a pseudonym, and his identity was the Green Dragon King.

It's just that at that time, Xiao Chen only had the cultivation of a low-grade martial saint, and it was difficult for anyone to associate it with the Blue Dragon King.

At this moment, Xiao Chenxiu returned to the peak, and changed into a breeze robe with the badge of the Green Dragon King, as well as the iconic Sea Emperor turban, who would not recognize him.

In the grand ceremony of sealing the king, he defeated the heroes of the Quartet in a row, and beat Fu Hongyao, who was famous in Zhou Tianxing Palace, to hide his face and flee.

One move to become famous, who in the world doesn't know the Qinglong King, even if he is far away in the Tianxing Sea, he has not seen his portrait, and he has heard of his name.

The descendants of the Qingdi who have been sealed for thousands of years, the new generation of Qinglong King, the top figure of the younger generation in the Kunlun Continent, Xiao Chen in white.

Mo Chen was in a daze, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I had already guessed that Xiao Chen's origin was very big, but I never imagined that his origin would be so big, and it was completely beyond my expectations, beyond my imagination.

Mu Qinghan of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce was dumbfounded, the Qinglong King, such a legendary figure, actually drove away by himself.

"No wonder, no wonder in the city lord's mansion, he dares to kill people in a fit of rage, the Qinglong King even dares to cut the god son emperor in half with one sword, where will the descendants of several quasi-emperors be put in their eyes. ”

"Now that the old department of the Sea Emperor is looking for him all over the world, and wants him to hand over the Sea Emperor Crown, I definitely can't imagine that Xiao Chen is in our small cloud sea. ”

"There is a good show to watch now, although Gao Yangyu is a quasi-emperor, he is only a quasi-emperor, and in the face of Xiao Chen's peerless arrogance, the victory and defeat suddenly become five or five. ”

"There is still a chance, after all, it is a quasi-emperor, and it is a little difficult for Xiao Chen to defeat Gao Yangyu. ”

The strength was restored, the identity was exposed, and the warriors of the Quartet were all boiling, and no one thought of it. The answer will be so amazing, Wen Ziran is the Blue Dragon King Xiao Chen, such a legendary figure.

Gao Yangyu's face was gloomy, Emperor Yi shot the sun bow, it was related to him, whether he could dominate the cloud sea area, even if the other party was the Qinglong King, he had to fight for it.

"There is a world of difference between the quasi-emperor and the great grandmaster, if you have not stepped into the realm of the quasi-emperor, you will never understand the strength of the quasi-emperor. Xiao Chen, hand over the divine bow, I am willing to give you all the harvest of this trip to Baoshan. ”

Its posture is tough, but the meaning of the words has made considerable concessions.

Xiao Chen said coldly: "Quasi-emperors are also divided into three, six, and five, you quasi-emperors who have just started to build bridges and have not even reached the realm of Xiaocheng, will I take it seriously?"

"Arrogance, even if you are the Green Dragon King today, I will let you plant it here. ”

Meteor Fist!

Without speculating for more than half a sentence, Gao Yangyu snorted coldly, not being verbose, stepping out in one step, the stirring wind and clouds were frenzied, and with a boundless momentum, he slammed towards Xiao Chen with a punch.

The fist took the momentum of the meteor falling in the sky, and the whole person turned into a flame to burn, and when he stepped forward, it seemed that he could knock through the barriers of the sky.

In the flames, the explosive power contained in it, the warriors who were thousands of meters away all felt a sense of fear.

"Is this the full force of Emperor Quasi's blow? It's so terrifying, I'm afraid I can't stop it with half a fist!"

Many people felt a trace of fear in their hearts when they saw Gao Yangyu's all-out blow, causing the wind and clouds to break through the sky.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, Emperor Zhun's blow was indeed terrifying, but now the power of his laws had been transformed, and every move he made could involve a huge amount of power, how could he feel the slightest fear.

With this punch, you will pierce the will of the heavens, and you will blast through the barriers of the heavens.

I also have a punch, hating the sky low, not enough for me to spread my wings and soar.

Xiao Chen opened his arms, faced Gao Yangyu's amazing punch, and greeted it without hesitation, the huge shadow shone down, Kunpeng spread his wings, soared thousands of miles, and hated the sky!

The two fists collided, and the earth-shattering energy, like a tide, rolled in all directions.

The wind and clouds change, the sky and the earth change color!

Xiao Chen, who was in the air, did not retreat a step, but instead knocked Gao Yangyu upside down and flew out.

The quasi-emperor was all knocked out under a punch, Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, and said with a smile: "This is the world of difference you said?

Fist of the Heavens, Mythology is eternal!

The golden light shrouded Xiao Chen, and a god standing up to the sky appeared behind him, and the appearance of the god was the same as Xiao Chen, **solemn, with supreme majesty.

Loud chants sounded in all directions, praising the myth that Xiao Chen belonged to Xiao Chen, echoing his legendary experiences in the past, and epic pictures appeared in all directions of heaven and earth.

Who is the myth, not the distant gods, not the ancient sages, but Xiao Chen, who is close at hand, taking off with ten thousand dragons, eternal and immortal!

Bang!

When the divine power gathered, the slightly illusory gods behind Xiao Chen, at the moment of his punch, suddenly froze, as if they existed in reality, and shot out with Xiao Chen's punch.

The god of heaven made a move, and the huge fist blade exploded in a breath, Gao Yangyu condensed a great martial art, and the general trend of convergence was rushed to pieces, and he vomited blood with a punch.

I couldn't see the majesty of the quasi-emperor at all, and I couldn't see the demeanor of the quasi-emperor master at all, and he was embarrassed by a great grandmaster.

Ragnarok!

Xiao Chen's face was calm, without the slightest complacency, this kind of quasi-emperor had to fight to the death in one go, otherwise when the other party took a breath, he would inevitably fall into a vicious battle.

The remnant sun is like blood, dusk falls, the myth ends, lamentations sound, blood-colored meteors cut through the sky, the sky seems to be covered with blood rain, and the breath of doom spreads in all directions.

Everyone felt a sense of sadness, as if there was a civilization withering before their eyes.

In the twilight of the gods, Xiao Chen figured it out several times, and saw with his own eyes the vision of the fall of the God Emperor who abandoned the sky, and he had already comprehended the seventy-seven eighty-eight.

Taking the scene of the end and blasting out the artistic conception of the end is the essence of this punch.

Punch after punch, myth followed by doomsday, Gao Yangyu couldn't sound at all, and the general momentum that had just been condensed was once again scattered, his face was pale, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

His hands moved, and a terrifying aura flowed out, and his body was filled with surging flames.

"If you want to use the arcane martial arts to fight hard, it's strange to give you a chance, die!"

Xiao Chen was full of energy, and he didn't give the other party a chance to turn the tables at all, a ray of divine light escaped into his body, and the Heavenly God Fist Heavenly God descended to earth, ten times the combat power, and a punch burst out.

A cloud of blood mist rose in the air, and Gao Yangyu was directly beaten by Xiao Chen's punch to the point that there were no bones left.

Three punches, just three punches, will bombard a character who has stepped into the quasi-emperor to death!

The heavens and the earth were silent, everyone gasped, and looked at Xiao Chen, who was calm in the air, and a trace of fear flashed on his face.

Under the fame, there is no vanity, and the true name of the Green Dragon King is well deserved.

Looking around, no one appeared, the death of the six major scattered cultivators, the injuries of the wounded, retreated, the quasi-emperor did not come out, and no one could compete with Xiao Chen.

"Qinglong King, we, the eight city lords of the Cloud Sea Region, thank you for your generous gift. The so-called coming without being rude, our eight city lords also have a courtesy, take it away!"

Just when everyone thought that Emperor Yi shot the sun bow, no one could compete with Xiao Chen.

The figure that could not appear in the Eight Dao Decisive Plans suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and the Eight Quasi-Emperors actually appeared at the same time. As soon as he appeared, there was no nonsense, and without hesitation, he made a killing move and attacked Xiao Chen in mid-air.

In the sky, the light is bright, and the eight attacks of different colors dye the sky like a canvas, full of pleasing beauty.

But under this beautiful vision, it is accompanied by infinite killing opportunities.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, can there be a way to live, and the Yunhai Sea is really going to become the burial place of the Green Dragon King?

The eight attacks contain eight quasi-emperors, eight different daos, and when they are hit at the same time, the stable space of the Kunlun realm has a trace of subtle cracks.

Fortunately, Xiao Chen, who is accustomed to seeing all kinds of life-and-death crises, is an ordinary person, and in such a battle, he will be stunned immediately, and if he can't even fight back, he will be bombarded into mud.

When there was no room for it, Xiao Chen reacted quickly, and in his eyes, two points of light appeared, one yin and one yang, two flames, gushing out, chasing each other, forming a Taiji flame diagram.

The four images of Zhou Tian, the gossip of the two instruments, and all kinds of visions appeared around the flame map, deriving a chaotic situation, condensing the space, and forming a small world out of thin air in Sumeru.

When the eight killing moves hit the flame map at the same time, Xiao Chen's heart shook, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body took eight steps back.

With one step, the space shook eight times in a row, shaking endlessly, and the flat sea water below was like a mirror, and cracks appeared one after another.

Rumble!

The flame diagram lasted for a moment, and then it shattered, but after all, it blocked for a moment, making these eight killing moves much less powerful.

Xiao Chen did not move in place, his fists danced, and thousands of dragons were surging in his body. After three or two breaths, this astonishing attack was resolved one by one in Xiao Chen's hands.

The breeze was blowing, the sea was churning, and Xiao Chen's long hair shawl in mid-air, even if these eight quasi-emperors appeared at the same time, it was difficult to find a trace of fluctuation on his face.

"Blocked!"

In the distance, he had already hidden in the sea of clouds 10,000 meters away, and when he saw Xiao Chen standing in the air, he showed an incredible look.

The eight quasi-emperors have ruled the Yunhai region for many years, and they are all powerful, but they are not the kind of Gao Yangyu, half-hung martial emperors, all of them have reached the realm of quasi-emperor Xiaocheng.

But these eight Xiaocheng Martial Emperors shot together, their prestige was overwhelming, and the space was shattered, and they were still blocked by Xiao Chen.

"A few gifts, it's really big!"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly, looking at the eight city lords standing side by side in front of him, with a stunned look on his face.

"Kill my eight descendants, not as big as your gift!"

Wang Zhan's face was gloomy, he never expected that he would not kill Xiao Chen in this way, and suddenly he swept his eyes and saw Mo Chen standing in the distance.