Paradise of Demonic Gods Chapter 925: Submission

Hum!

Instantly, everyone in the White Legion was simmering in their eyes, and the body of Longmai Daolong was also murderous aura soaring.

Fang Xingjian looked at the long pulse in front of him and said, "Are you the regiment chief of the White Legion?"

The voice didn't fall, his whole person flashed slightly, and he had reached the other side.

The speed of light-like movement is completely beyond the imagination of everyone present, which is comparable to the displacement of the speed of light, which makes everyone unable to react at all. Only the long pulse of the dragon vein and the rush have been shot in one hand. The pores emerged, and the extremely pure white energy perfused into each of his cells.

In Fang Xingjian's martial arts scan, the opponent constantly extracts the white energy in the ring and runs continuously in the flesh.

It is equivalent to always using the energy of the ring to assist and strengthen the flesh, transforming the flesh to the general existence of Dharma Body.

The strength of this white army regiment chief is almost Divine Level 2nd layer.

At this moment, the energy of the ring on his body is boiling, and it is constantly operating in a strange way, superimposed, condensed in his palm, and turned into a white vortex.

This rush is already comparable to the full blow of a railway man.

Facing the palm of the dragon vein Taoist, Fang Xingjian did not dodge at all, and let the other's palm shoot on his chest.

Booming loudly, Daoqi waves centered on Fang Xingjian's chest and Longmai Dao's palms, spreading out towards the surroundings.

The earth rolled, the hurricane raged, and everyone couldn't stand the sweep of this air wave, and retreated wildly around, Jessica He was also caught by the railway chief, and he retreated a few kilometers away.

But in the center of the battlefield, Fang Xingjian still appeared in front of everyone without any damage.

Fang Xingjian itself is already strong enough, not to mention the immortal Son's power in his body at the moment, and the combined power of the two has multiplied. It can be said that the Fang Xingjian at this moment, even he himself did not know if he tried his best. To what extent.

Slaps the dust that can't be seen on his shoulders. Fang Xingjian looked at the Longmai Dao in front of him and said, "The skills are superb, but the power is too bad. This is your best effort?"

Longmai Dao's complexion was so dignified at this moment, the white energy on his body surged out again, forming a white dragon on his body.

The dragon twisted his body, shook the air, and seemed to shake the whole small world between every move.

This is a stunt with a long vein and a long dragon. A white dragon that has been condensed in the body for 100 years with the energy of the ring has almost all his strength, spirit, and will, which is also the basis of his pursuit of the Tao.

In the future, he just wants to be reborn as this white dragon and set foot on the road of real Great Dao.

The next moment, the white dragon Yang Tian Yi roared, and the whole body opened up as if deformed, sprinting towards Fang Xingjian like a celestial dragon.

The white dragon straddles the earth and instantly swallows up the entire body of Fang Xingjian, and then stops without shooting. It just shoots out like this, and penetrates a distance of more than ten kilometers. Wherever it passes, no grass grows. All the substances are completely dissolved by the white energy and turned into a vacuum state.

This trick was exhibited, and Longmai Daochang seemed to be ten years old as a whole. More wrinkles and old spots appeared on his face.

There was a flesh of pain in his eyes: ‘It ’s a pity that he has worked hard for hundreds of years, and has lost a lot of work. ’

As for Fang Xingjian, he doesn't think that the other party can live in the one hit just now. The high-density white energy is enough to evaporate everything, and no life can survive that blow.

This is the trick he used to press the bottom of the box. Bai Long, who has consumed most of his power, at least needs more than ten years to condense back, so the dragon vein is so painful.

If it's not that Fang Xingjian's combat power is too amazing, he wouldn't take the initiative at all and use this decisively.

But the next moment, his pupil narrowed sharply, his eyelids widened, and he looked at the position where Fang Xingjian was standing.

I saw a figure floating in mid-air, just because the ground a few meters below his feet had been evaporated in the just hit.

The figure in front of me is the Fang Xingjian without any damage under this blow.

Looking at the long veins of this scene, the whole person seems to be aging again all of a sudden, and he can't do anything with the opponent with his full blow. What is the strength of the opponent?

The people around the White Legion were all shocked.

Longmai Daochang's best shots can't help the other side. All of them add up, I'm afraid they won't hurt each other's hair.

Jessica was even more stunned. Originally, she thought the other party was dead, but now it seems that the other party is a river-crossing dragon that upsets the entire White Legion.

For a while, the entire training ground was silent, all eyes focused on Fang Xingjian, it seemed to be waiting for his decision.

"From today on, I will be in charge of the White Legion." He raised his palm while talking, and white silk radiated from his ring, forming a white robe to wear on his body. .

"Do you have any questions?"

Fang Xingjian's voice sounded like a thunder from the sky. It spread across the entire small world, shook the world, almost shocked everyone, and the weaker one collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up.

"It's a white ring!"

"He's also from the White Legion?"

The crowd was surprised.

Longmai Dao's face was horrified, and he secretly said, ‘Is I going out to choose the ring myself some time ago? In other words ... ’

‘He ’s got extraordinary strength, but just a few days’ effort? ’

‘How is this possible? ’

Looking at the crowd in front, Fang Xingjian said lightly: "Next, summon the entire White Legion, all Warrior come back here."

"Are you all right?"

Everyone ’s emotions range from being angry, to being surprised, to being confused now, every move is under the control of Fang Xingjian.

The next moment, a white beam of light surged from Fang Xingjian, and amazing white energy surged, like a creamy shock wave, rushing in all directions, it seemed to completely fill the entire small world.

Everyone is wrapped in this unprecedented amount of white energy.

The energy shown by Fang Xingjian at this moment is simply more than the sum they have seen in their lifetime.

At this moment, everyone suddenly feels that someone who can develop the white ring to this point, he is not the regiment chief of the White Army, who else can do it?

This moment? The eyes of everyone looking at Fang Xingjian were full of reverence.

Out of the small world, the palm of Fang Xingjian spread out slowly, and the entire gap of holy white appeared in his palm.

Everyone's actions are reflected in his Martial Intent.

Everything that everyone sees from beginning to end is just an illusion of Fang Xingjian. Already when he found the White Legion station, the entire small world was already in his hands.

A random illusion is just to surrender the Warrior of the White Legion.

Then the next few days, the White Corps replaced regiment chief, and the news of convening all white Warrior swept the world like a hurricane, and was known by the Warriors of other 12-color Corps.