Emperor of Death

Chapter 465 That's Yechen
The giant claws of the flying dragon slapped the three magic weapons frantically, and the three magic weapons struck by the huge claws kept shaking.

Feilong is very strong and cannot be killed easily, otherwise, the foreign race would not have been preparing for so many years.

The flying magic weapon was constantly being shot, and then smashed into pieces of mountain peaks,
To resist such a powerful attack from the flying dragon, the power consumption is very huge.Every time you fly, the power of these magic weapons will be reduced by one point.

The flying dragon has been injured, but the dragon's vitality is very tenacious, and even though it is seriously injured, it still beats.

Breathing out the dragon's breath, the raging flames broke through the clouds and mist, and swept away all three magic weapons. Soon after, the magic weapons flew from afar again, shooting dragon-slaying arrows continuously.

At this moment, the light shields on the three flying magic weapons have dimmed a lot, and the protection ability is obviously insufficient.

Finally, as the dragon's tail was violently thrown out, the flying magic weapon on which the golden lion was riding was thrown out, and then the mask broke, crushing the mountain peak, and being buried by rocks.

The rupture of the mask means that the combat power has been lost, and the flying magic weapon is afraid that it will not dare to pinch the flying dragon again.

The faces of each foreign race were very ugly. The foreign race had prepared for many years, and it was still so difficult to deal with this flying dragon.

The flying dragon seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and its attack was far inferior to before, and blood was continuously flowing out of its body, spilling from the sky, and Ye Chen felt extremely distressed, it was all the blood of the flying dragon.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The two flying magic weapons continued to shoot dragon-slaying arrows, breaking the scales of the flying dragon, causing the flying dragon to continue to howl painfully.

The flying dragon slapped the two flying magic weapons and sent them flying far away. Then the flying dragon on the mountain suddenly turned its body and flapped its wings to fly away.

It is on the run.

During the flight, the body of the flying dragon kept staggering, rising and falling, as if it would fall from the sky if it was not careful.

It was injured too badly, and the dragon-slaying arrow caused his body to continue to suffer heavy injuries.

Two flying magic weapons flew from a distance, and continued to shoot dragon-slaying arrows at the dragon.

Finally, when the flying dragon passed through a canyon, it suddenly let out a violent howl, and then fell from the sky, smashing hard to the ground below.

Its head hangs down, and it is already dying. It falls from such a high place, and there is no chance of surviving.

The emperors of the foreign race breathed a sigh of relief. After expending so much energy, they finally lived up to the hopes of their elders and slaughtered the flying dragon.

The flying magic weapon lowered its altitude and began to fly downward.

"Chirp!" A figure shot over like lightning, passing the two flying magic weapons. It was a figure flapping huge fleshy wings, and the direction of this figure was actually the place where the flying dragon below fell.

"Who is this?" Lin Chuanxue was slightly startled, and then said lightly.

Yingxiang in the distance suddenly shouted sharply: "Stop him, that's Human Race Yechen."

"Human Yechen? Why did you come here?" Lin Chuanxue wondered, they didn't have anything like the Martial God Space to deliver news, Yechen flew all the way, and they were slaying dragons again, so the news naturally lagged behind.

Of course, Lin Chuanxue didn't show any surprise, it was just a small human race, and in his opinion, it could be destroyed easily.

Lin Chuanxue said indifferently: "Let's go down and see what Yechen can do."

The dragon-slaying arrow is very precious, and Lin Chuanxue has no plans to use it on Yechen.

The flying magic wave on which the golden lion was riding in the distance also flew from a distance, and the three magic weapons appeared to press down in three directions. Immediately behind Yechen, Ying Xiang led the Ying people to fly into the sky. In addition, bat-human race with human body and bat heads flapping their fleshy wings also rushed out of the flying magic weapon and descended below, sealing off the direction Yechen was going to escape.

The rest of the race maintained a calm expression, and then followed the flying magic weapon to land.

The emperor of the Tauren clan stood at the bow of the boat and said with a smile: "This kid from the human race is very courageous." His expression was very relaxed, as if he was looking at something insignificant, which was also the case in reality. , They slaughtered the dragon, can't they help a human race?
The rest of the foreign race also had relaxed expressions. It was just a small human race. Although it was able to survive under Yingxiang's hands, it was only one person. Son, how could such a lineup lose to a human race?
So even if Yechen shoots like an arrow and surpasses many foreign races, in the eyes of the young people of the foreign race, Yechen is just throwing himself into a trap, and there is no possibility of surviving. After everyone goes down, how do you want to squeeze it? Yechen is fine.

Ye Chen flew down from the sky, folded his wings and hit the ground hard. In front of him, there was a flying dragon lying motionless in a pool of blood. The flying dragon was completely dead, and blood even flowed from it.

The more blood the flying dragon bleeds, the more distressed Ye Chen is, and he hastily freed up a storage ring, and put the flying dragon into the storage ring.

Then Yechen grabbed the blood on the ground, the blood was grabbed, condensed into a blood mass, and Yechen put it into a ceramic bottle.

After doing all this, Yechen found that the three flying magic weapons of the foreign race descended around him, which was as huge as a flying cloud treasure ship, and the foreign races were densely packed with sneering faces on it, and those pairs of eyes seemed to be mocking. Yechen's overreaching.

In addition, the emperors of the flying races of the Yingren and Batmen led their clansmen to float above Yechen's head in all directions, looking at Yechen coldly, as if they had cast a net to make Yechen have nowhere to go. escape.

Lin Chuanxue opened his mouth and said with a faint smile: "You are Yechen? I have known you for a long time, thank you for helping us collect Feilong's body." There was warmth and kindness in his words, like a humble gentleman among the human race.

Yechen looked up at the crowd with a bright smile on his face.

Yechen smiled and said, "It's really interesting that there are so many emperors and geniuses."

"Hehe, I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances." Lin Chuanxue smiled, "Is this what your human race said, people die for money, and birds die without food? If you don't see money so openly, We're afraid we won't meet so soon."

Yechen smiled, glanced across the faces of the many emperors, and said, "Oh, what are you going to do with me next?"

Lin Chuanxue smiled and said: "If it were me, I would definitely not ask such a question, but choose to commit suicide immediately. In this way, I can choose my own way of death, and I can die standing up. What do you think? Or you I also think in my heart that I will drag a few backs if I die, if you think so, I want to tell you that you are very brave, but very stupid."

(End of this chapter)