MTL - Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms-Chapter 747 Provocation and suppression (1)

Dozens of times the flying boat battleship surrounded the fleet of Chu Tianxia from the three sides.

The other side's flying boat is of a huge number, but Chutian's imaginary Shenzhou volume has an absolute advantage. These flying boats are like a group of naughty sardines surrounded by a group of predatory blue whales, which did not bring people around Chutian. Come to any sense of threat.

It seems that I also realized the disparity in the volume of the flying boat. Hundreds of figures flew from the opposite warship, and several flashes went to the front of Chutian and others. A wave of arrogant pressures slammed into the air, forcing far and near, countless sloping stones and metal wrecks rolled and rolled back in all directions.

Chu Tian and others are suspended in the air, watching these poor people with cold eyes.

On the flagship of Chutian’s ride, a large group of people flew up and quickly reinforced their support to Chutian. Six hundred strengths are the strongest blood sea otters, thousands of ordinary blood sea otters, and a large group of dragons and devils. They have just left the protective enchantment under the flagship defense array, and a wave of horrible breath spreads like a tsunami. .

The breath of more than a hundred people on the opposite side only caused the turbulent flow of stones and metal wreckage to retreat, and the tyrannical guys of Chutian’s squadron appeared, and countless stones smashed into pieces, and numerous metal wrecks accompanied by harsh The twisting sound was crushed into a variety of grotesque shapes, which were then blown into fine metal dust.

Originally, the momentum of the people who wanted to surround Chutian and other people was spurred by this breath. Their high-pitched dragons suddenly broke down, and each one turned pale and backwards.

Chu Tian smiled.

Among the hundreds of individuals on the opposite side, there is only one person in the combined environment, a leading person, an old man who retains the appearance of a strong dragon, and the other hundred people, the strongest is only a half-step.

And that deliberately retains the appearance of the dragon, and the old man with a big leader, he is at best not the strength of the seven heavens and eight heavens, and any **** sea scorpion under Chutian can easily suppress.

Contrast this strength, Chu Tian could not help but sneer: "You, so impetuous, what does it mean?"

The dragon old man was shocked to see Chutian and his party. He rubbed his eyes hard and stared at the big group of blood sea otters and dragon warriors who looked behind Chu Tian. They opened their mouths and wanted to say something. What, but one word can not say.

His scorpion was full of fury and anger, but with the appearance of these tyrannical generations, the anger of his heart was crushed by hardships, and even the last little Mars was extinguished by himself.

The strength of Chu Tian’s hands is terrible.

Silence for a long while, the old man abruptly bowed to Chu Tian, ​​and looked at the eye-catching Qinglian pattern of Chu Tianmei, asked in amazement: "Dare to ask, but Qinglian Shengjun is here? Old man, The elders of the ancestors were ordered to lead the tribes and came to the chaos of the Tianyu business to investigate the incidents of the children of the dragons who were attacked in the chaotic Tianyu."

I opened my mouth and suddenly found out that I couldn’t say the next words.

He just looked at the huge body and suspended in the void, and two rows of fist-sized tears rushed out in the eyelids, sliding down the huge head. Suddenly, the elder of the dragon who was in the same position actually fell down and cried with his head.

Chutian stayed.

Purple Tianzun is striding forward, holding the piece of sentimental token in his hand, looking at the weeping channel: "Is it my ancestor? I listened to you and talked about you... I It’s Purple Heaven, do you know me?”

After all, he was the elder of the dragon. He rubbed his tears on his face and looked up. He looked at Zi Tianzun deeply. "Hey, you are the purple child." This show is a little, so few partners. ... you, Feng Hongye, and a few other little guys, it’s his only friend. Of course, I’ve heard of you...”

Purple Tianzun’s face was also gloomy to the extreme. His face was pumped and pointed at the battlefield and said: “What is going on? 敖劦 ancestor, and show them, how long have you been separated from them? ?"

He took a deep breath and he raised two fingers.

Purple Tianzun said: "Two days? Are you only separated from them for two days?"

He laughed, and he looked at the tragic body of the dead man, biting his teeth and saying: "Two hours... I am only separated by two hours, we have brought half of the hands, two left and right. The road searched for this chaotic celestial domain... We only separated for two hours, I sensed that his breath suddenly disappeared and hurriedly brought people, but..."

Looking back, I looked at the huge fleet behind me.

"I know, something went wrong, I want to come over and reinforce...but there are so many little scorpions. If I am gone, if they are attacked..." He turned his head and looked at Zitian Zun with a blank look. And Chutian and others: "What happened? In the past few years, my dragon's children have been attacked by too many outsiders... This time, actually, hey..."

He said, the tears of the size of the fist spurted out of the eyelids, like two streams falling down.

Chu Tian silently said, countless thoughts flashed in his mind, but no flash of a flash of light.

Da Luo’s chaos became a group, and the Holy Spirit Day also showed such a change. Behind the scenes, is there a fox-free and a fox sister? The old gimmicks around them always give Chutian a feeling that is always weird. They always feel that they have the ability to do these things.

Whether it is to assassinate the giant scorpion of the big tyrants, or to easily kill a dragon elder in the chaotic sky between the Holy Spirit and the Da Luotian, a large group of dragons are cramped and unloaded. Eight.

Seeing that he was so sad, Chu Tian inexplicably felt that there was a cloud overcast.

Unclear, awkward, always feels like a sharp knife in the back of the heart, all of them are uncomfortable.

At this time, a little dark golden light flashed in the distance, a 'meteor' that was cast in a metal with a diameter of 10,000 miles, smashing through the numerous streams of stones along the way, like a wild beast, straight to the direction I have come over here.

He quickly caught the cry. He wiped the tears from his face, put together his clothes, turned his face and turned to look at the golden meteor that was rampaging.

"Oh, you know, it’s your old man, who is older, besides you, is it so arrogant?"

I barely smiled a few times, but the laughter was harder to hear than the cry.

In the golden meteor, a voice with a hint of contempt came: "Hey, it looks like you are losing a lot... Oh, this is... Qinglian Shengjun? You don't kill the blood." Lord, why are you here?"

When the tone of the wind turned, the voice suddenly sneered: "It is difficult, is it that you collude with the enemy and murder the dragon?"