Super Dragon Evolution Chapter 1281: The biggest tyrant

Except for the five-kilometer back of the throne, the bottom is not a chair that a person or Yalong can sit on, but a palace.

The entire palace covers an area of ​​more than fifty kilometers.

In the palace, all the facilities for eating, drinking and playing are readily available.

Every wall of the entire palace is inlaid with a Celestial Crystal.

Even at night, these heavenly spirit crystals will reflect the palace like daylight.

The entire palace is called the Throne of Life when combined with the tall chair back.

Wen Zilong kept shaking his head.

Nima, the rich world, I really don't understand.

From this point of view, King Zhou, Shi Huang, Yang Guangzhi and others, in front of Ren Noah, are all children playing.

Of course, Wen Zilong cursed secretly in his heart at the same time.

This silly batch.

If I were the ruler of a planet, I would definitely spend all human, material and financial resources on how to make myself comfortable.

But this guy has spent such a huge price to build such a thing.

It looks really amazing.

But is it comfortable?

Not necessarily.

The so-called comfort is to find a place where no one is disturbed and get a good night's sleep.

When I sleep, I wake up naturally. When I wake up, there are people waiting to dress and wash my face to eat.

Continue to sleep after eating.

This silly critic made the entire palace like daylight. Why is it going to sleep?

The few people next to Wen Zilong were also surprised to hear from ear to ear.

The old demon has lived for more than 100,000 years, and has never seen such a situation.

The sword demon in Wen Zilong's body is begging to die, and he can't help sighing:

"Lord Noah, if he puts such obsession on sword practice, even if he is a pig, he should have done a lot in kendo at this time."

While Wen Zilong and the others were commenting on the throne of life in the palace, there were about fifty guards at the gate of the palace, and they shouted fiercely:

"In front of the palace, no noise is allowed. Offenders are killed on the spot!"

Wen Zilong sneered when he heard the words.

He has checked on the Internet, Noah is a tyrant, and his guards are not a good thing.

On weekdays, he acts as a tiger and oppresses the people.

He even gave the fox a fake tiger's prestige, using the name of a tyrant to squeeze the people.

That's it, kill it.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong casually injected a piece of sword energy into a leaf under his feet.

Next moment.

The otherwise ordinary leaves suddenly flew up.

Almost instantly, the leaf flew towards the guards.

Those guards are almost the strength of the eighth peak.

But the speed of that leaf is far beyond what they can handle.

咻咻咻咻咻——

After the leaves turned a few times, Wen Zilong's sword energy recovered.

The leaves were like normal leaves again, rolling and falling to the ground.

It's just different from before.

The leaves at this time have been dyed completely blood red.

It looks shocking in the sun.

At the same time, the fifty guards fell to the ground at almost the same moment.

On their foreheads, an inch-long blood mouth appeared.

The **** mouth is still an inch long behind his head.

The people present didn't understand Jian Qi.

They only saw that Wen Zilong could kill fifty strong men in seconds with just one leaf.

Although based on their strength, I don't know what the strength of these fifty powerhouses is, but those who can be guards in front of the tyrant's palace are definitely stronger than they thought.

And this contrasts Wen Zilong's strength, which is already terrifyingly strong.

The eyes they looked at Wen Zilong couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

It stands to reason that a Yalong that has just ascended to a Class B star field in a Class C star field should be at the lowest level in the Class B star field.

But Wen Zilong's rhythm is the same as he came up.

Ling Xueer is also a swordsman.

Although I don't know how Wen Zilong attacked just now.

But faintly felt that this seemed to be some kind of swordsmanship.

"Brother Wen, your swordsmanship is so powerful?"

Wen Zilong shook his head and said:

"This is not a sword technique, but a sword technique higher than the sword technique."

"Swordsmanship? Is there any difference?"

Ling Xueer is puzzled.

Wen Zi Long Dao:

"Swordsmanship is limited to one stroke and one style. Swordsmanship has no strokes and no strokes, just one shot to kill. As long as it can kill the enemy, it is good swordsmanship."

When Ling Xueer heard this, she seemed to understand but not understand.

Wen Zilong didn't say much, and with the crowd, he continued to walk towards the palace gate.

When they came to the steps of the palace gate, more than two hundred strong men rushed out.

As soon as Wen Zilong's spiritual power was explored, he knew that most of these people were the eighth-level peak powerhouses.

There are more than twenty of them, even reaching the early stage of the ninth stage.

"Bold fanatics, dare to make trouble in the palace. Kill me!"

The strong man in the early stage of the ninth stage roared.

The two hundred people suddenly rushed towards Wen Zilong and the others.

Ling Xueer was a little nervous.

After all, she is only a small sixth-order.

As for the people in front of her, although she didn't know the level, she was definitely above the sixth rank.

Being able to become a palace guard is estimated to be at least Tier 8 or Tier 9.

How can this keep her from being nervous?

Others, except that they can't afford to hurt, are basically controlled by Wen Zilong's will.

Wen Zilong thought it was okay, and they naturally thought it was okay.

Can't afford to hurt Although he is not controlled by Wen Zilong's leader's will, since Wen Zilong saved his life, he has long unconditionally trusted Wen Zilong.

Don't say Jing is now dealing with more than two hundred eighth-tier and ninth-tier powerhouses.

Even if Wen Zilong went to fight the dragon now, he didn't think it was any strange.

At this time, Wen Zilong watched those people pounce on him.

He casually plucked a purple unknown flower from the flowerbed next to the steps.

Blow gently, and the petals fly.

Afterwards, his sword aura turned into three small sword auras attached to the three purple petals.

The next moment, the three purple petals flew towards the 200 people around.

咻咻咻咻咻——

The speed of these petals completely exceeded these people's expectations.

Just three seconds.

The more than two hundred guys who were still aggressive just now, all fell to the ground at various angles and positions in an instant.

There is a [txt novel www.txtxs.info] longitudinal blood port on their forehead and back of their head.

The three petals are not purple at all.

All turned blood red.

The first layer of the sword of the big river is matched with the 130-meter-long sword-breaking energy.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can be used as swords.

This is Wen Zilong's current state.

Ling Xue'er didn't even react, these strong men have already fallen.

The old demon was also slightly shocked.

He knew that Dragon Emperor was very strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.

Wen Zilong felt a little delighted.

Because he found that the broken army had grown up again.