How can this be!

You despicable barbarian!

What qualifications do you have to condense the true body of blood, I don’t have any!"

Zhao Feilong roared angrily.

"Haha, despicable?

Calling others despicable is nothing more than fear, fear that others will surpass oneself.

In my eyes, the truly despicable person is you, a loser!

To deal with a bastard like you, I still use my true bloodline body?

There’s no use at all.”

Ling Xiao sarcastically said: "With the same power of blood, I can easily defeat you, you are simply a worthless bastard!

Now, go die!"

Ling Xiao's figure flashed and he was already in front of Zhao Feilong. With the Ten Thousand Dao Dragon Spear in his hand, he stabbed out with one spear.

The God of War Spear Technique explodes and blooms.

"Block it for me!"

Zhao Feilong roared.

He swallowed the pill directly.Μ.

Because without that pill, he felt that he would really be beaten to death.

After taking that pill, his combat power began to skyrocket.

It has skyrocketed tenfold.

However, Ling Xiao's eyelids only twitched and he didn't pay too much attention.

The spear was thrust out anyway.

Collided with Zhao Feilong's spear.

boom!

The loud noise occurred again, and Zhao Feilong retreated again.

It’s just that I didn’t withdraw much this time.

Before, it flew hundreds of meters away.

This time, it was only seven or eight steps to the right.

But every time he stepped on the ground, it was extremely heavy and the ground cracked.

Zhao Feilong was stunned.

He had already used all the elixirs he could.

He was actually repelled by Ling Xiao.

Moreover, Ling Xiaoqiang just burst out with a kind of bloodline power.

There is no use of the realm of heaven and the true form of the ancestral dragon.

There is no judgment from heaven.

Just the God of War Spear Technique can steadily crush Zhao Feilong.

This means that even if Zhao Feilong is ten times stronger, he still cannot be Ling Xiao's opponent.

This feeling is so depressing.

He was so depressed that Zhao Feilong almost wanted to die.

Not waiting for Zhao Feilong to stand firm.

Ling Xiao's Wandao Dragon Spear struck again.

Zhao Feilong simply couldn't resist that terrifying lethality.

Can't stop it.

This time, the spear was knocked out of his hand.

Embarrassed.

Vomiting blood continuously in the mouth.

Everyone around was shocked.

Zhao Feilong, a divine eighth-level bloodline.

Now he is a major quasi-emperor.

But facing this young man from a deserted island overseas, he was actually in such a miserable state.

How evil is this Ling Xiao?

This is too scary.

It's shocking just thinking about it.

How could there be such a monster in the world?
Chapter completed!