Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

Chapter 1005

"Looking for death!"

The pupils of the seven blood demon knights burst into a brutal red light, and they all released their 100,000-year soul skills.

"River of the underworld·Dead Soul Burial Explosion!"

"Thousand Eyes Dark Light·Strange Abyss!"

"Bad luck is coming·Crows covering the top!"

"Rock Demon Storm!"

"Black Dragon Destroys the Sky."

"Heavenly Punishment·Disaster Thunder Tribulation."

"Poison·Source of Plague!"

The seven 100,000-year soul skills were released together, and the broken void was filled with strange air, the black dragon roared, the thunder surged, and the emerald green death poison gas attacked overwhelmingly.

Don't say that ordinary people in the world feel cold in their hearts, even the ninth-level soul masters are shocked and their hair stands up.

Terrible!

Too terrible!

The blood demon leader has great means, what kind of monster did he create.

Ten extraordinary people in the Soul Martial Continent may not have one with a 100,000-year soul skill.

Now, seven soul skills are released at the same time, trying to kill Luo Fanchen and smash him to pieces.

"Damn it!"

"No, Luo Zhuangyuan doesn't even release his soul skills?"

"How can we stop him without releasing his soul skills!"

"He tried to respond with combat skills?"

The hearts of the righteous coalition were pounding, and they focused on the dark sky. The exiled immortal youth who was trapped in the center of the storm, of course, had advantages in combat skills against ordinary soul skills, but unless he had a very deep understanding, it would be difficult to resist a hundred thousand year soul skills, not to mention the seven hundred thousand year soul skills working together, which was impossible to stop!

"You are so arrogant in front of us, let's see how you die!"

The seven blood demon knights showed a grim smile on their faces, as if they had seen that Luo Fanchen would be blown up in the next moment.

"Ang!"

Luo Fanchen, who was possessed by the golden red dragon armor, moved, and the golden red dragon energy turned into nine real dragon phantoms to protect his body. He soared into the air, and his blood was boiling.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

The sound of the beating heart was like the drum of the god of war, which made countless people's heartbeats accelerate unconsciously.

"How can he...his body be so strong!"

"He is only level 82, what will happen if he reaches level 90?"

Luo Fanchen turned a deaf ear to everything in the outside world. When the dragon energy rose to the peak, the phantom of the galaxy in his left hand flickered, and the shadow of a real dragon with a strong evil spirit in his right hand condensed into shape.

With himself as the center of the circle, both hands blasted out at the same time.

The dragon energy was mighty, overwhelming the four fields, and burst out.

"Eighth Style: Devouring the Sun·The Galaxy is Upside Down!"

"Ninth Final Style: Asking for the Way·The Shadow of the Heavenly Evil!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The majestic dragon power and the treacherous power collided with each other, and the most yang and the most rigid collided with the most yin and the most evil. For a while, I don't know how many people couldn't open their eyes.

In the military formation,

The grandson of the emperor of the Canglong Empire, Ye Wudao, once the first pride of the empire, had tears in his eyes due to the stinging, but he still insisted on staring at Luo Fanchen.

"Nine Styles of Canglong!"

"He has even learned the ultimate style?"

"And he uses it so exquisitely?"

Ye Wudao was stunned.

He is now a Soul Emperor, but the other party is not only level 83, but also has learned the ninth style that only extraordinary people can enter with his eighth level body?

"Grandpa, he is your grandson, right?"

Ye Wudao couldn't help but look at the sky, with an excited face, and the wrinkled face of the Canglong Emperor smiling like an old chrysanthemum. Ye Wudao understood, everything.

He was just an accident, Luo Fanchen was the true love.

There is no legend of a young man from a mountain village who changed his fate against the will of heaven and grew up to be the top scholar. He should be called Ye Fanchen!

It must be like this!

The Canglong Emperor had no idea what his grandson was thinking, and he didn't care.

His heart and eyes were now filled with Luo Fanchen.

Surprise!

A huge surprise.

Great!

He even learned the Nine Styles of the Canglong.

Great!

The Canglong Emperor didn't know how to describe the joy in his heart. He had never been so happy in his life. The stronger Luo Fanchen became, the more excited he was.

Except for King Tianwu and King Yan, the other four surviving princes were stunned.

"No, this kid has mastered the Canglong fighting skills more exquisitely than us?"

"How is it possible? Are we all born by stepmothers?"

King Yan widened his eyes: "Tianwu, you old boy, you really passed on your unique skills to your son-in-law!"

Ye Tianwu was anxious: "I was going to ask you, you are so eager to ask this kid to help you get acquainted with the Pope?"

The two kings were a little upset.

They worked hard for many years to achieve the Canglong fighting skills.

How old is this kid!

And he can use both hands, do two things at the same time, and perform two Canglong fighting skills at the same time, which is incredible.

Ye Xiying's heart was already throbbing with excitement. If there were not so many people around and it was not private enough, she would have given Luo Fanchen some unique skills alone..

Which woman doesn't want to see her man show off his power in front of others, stand alone against the enemy, and shine on the world stage!

At this moment, let alone Ye Xiying's excitement, even the usually calm Lin Shengyi, seeing Luo Fanchen's god-like performance at this time, I'm afraid she will lose her mind and give him anything he wants!

Guan Canghai said angrily: "This boy is almost a demon! He must die!"

The White Tiger Emperor's pupils flashed with dangerous sharpness: "No, he is a demon!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Above the sky, there were continuous explosions, and the seven blood demon knights all flew out backwards, showing their embarrassment, their broken bodies and flesh squirming, although they were constantly repairing, but their injured self-esteem could not recover so quickly.

They stared at the center of the vast floating arena storm,

Luo Fanchen stood there, like a young god of war, with black hair flying wildly, his eyes overflowing with water and fire divine light, and his domineering power invisibly created an amazing sense of oppression.

Di Weiyang's golden eyes burning with sacred flames took in everything.

She knew that

Luo Fanchen now had an invincible aura.

He had fought against masters one after another, never lost a single battle, and had earned his invincible faith with his own hands.

At this moment, the seven knights of the Blood Demon felt a chill just by looking at Luo Fanchen's calm and indifferent eyes, as if they were all livestock to be slaughtered.

"Go!"

Luo Fanchen said nothing, but his eyes stung the Thousand Eyes Knight and he howled angrily.

"We have the advantage in numbers, level, number of soul rings, immortal bodies, and soul power stained with holy power. We also have the backup plan given by the leader. How can we be afraid of him?"

"Boom boom boom!"

The seven knights surrounded and killed Luo Fanchen, attacking his head, heart, and even his crotch at the same time. They used every possible means. The sound of metal clashing was endless, and the strange air was constantly corroding Luo Fanchen's body.

At the beginning, the righteous coalition and the people of the world were extremely worried.

The Blood Demon Cult sneered continuously.

But as time went on, the two levels reversed. On the one hand, the Blood Demon Cult looked ugly, as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly. Such a joint attack, using the method of injury for injury, and even the endless emergence of 100,000-year soul skills could not take down Luo Fanchen?

"Why, why are you immune to our holy power!"

The seven blood demon knights were unbelievable. Their holy power status was more than one level higher than the previous wastes, and this kid's soul power recovery speed seemed to be faster than theirs, and his endurance was simply outrageous.

The emperor's grandson Ye Wudao was fascinated. Luo Fanchen's Canglong fighting skills were just like a textbook. The Canglong finger technique, leg technique, and claw technique were all natural and impeccable. This must be the reincarnation of the Canglong ancestor!

In the military formation, Yang Jinghong's voice broke through the dark sky, mocking:

"Seven masters, can you do it? Can you stop scraping? My brother Luo is almost asleep!"