rich and powerful son-in-law

Chapter 3437
"boom!"

"Rumble..."

In the center of the huge escort fleet in front of Yang Weisan, the hatch of a flagship castle opened, and there was a low rumbling sound, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the starry sky, and they all gathered together.

Soon, more than ten figures walked out of the cabin door, the leader was the old Duan Tiande of the Holy King's Pavilion on this star, the aura around him was like the deep sea, which made people look sideways.

And among the more than ten figures following him, there is also a half-step saint king of the fifteenth rank, who is a senior elder of the third-level Senate of the Star Alliance's four-house centralized system.

Except for this senior veteran, the remaining nine people are all Saint Realm veterans of the fifteenth stage.

It can be said that the luxurious lineup of this team is simply outrageous...

"Jin Lin, there is an old man in Yangwei San, you don't want to get involved, today's battle can only be a waste of time, it is meaningless!"

Following strides out of the flagship castle, Duan Tiande darted across the starry sky with the ten figures behind him, and soon came to the front of the escort fleet, and his figure stopped abruptly.

His expression showed contempt, and he squinted at the Jinlin army approaching from the opposite side, and sneered in the middle of speaking: "Of course, if you don't know the fun and insist on making yourself uncomfortable, the old man doesn't mind doing it with your own hands." Almost a slap on your face!"

"boom!"

"Boom..."

"Hahaha……"

"Duan Tiande, you old man speaks so arrogantly, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

In the Jinlin army on the opposite side, the hatch of the flagship castle also opened, and before the rumbling sound fell, the hearty laughter of Emperor Jinlin came from inside.

Soon, more than [-] figures walked out of it, the leader was the Jinlin Emperor, followed by Lao Jizishan, a half-step Saint King Realm Core Clan, and more than twenty Saint Realm Elders of the Jinlin Clan.

At this time, Emperor Jinlin didn't activate the power in his body, and his aura didn't show, so it was impossible to see that he had successfully broken through and entered the half-step Saint Emperor Realm of the sixteenth senior level...

But even so, Duan Tiande and the others here were still shocked and their complexions changed slightly.

Because at the high-end level of combat power, below the Saint King Realm, although both sides have only one half-step Saint King, there are more than twenty Saint Realm Elders on the Jinlin Clan side, and behind Duan Tiande, the Saint Realm Veteran is only one. Only nine.

Leaving aside other things, the number of Jinlin's army is more than twice, or even nearly three times that of Yang Weisan in terms of combat power in the holy realm. This is a huge disadvantage. It will be the third party of Yangwei...

"Old man, you have also seen that in terms of the strength of the high-end combat power lineup, you are far inferior to my Jinlin Ancient Clan..."

The figure of the Great Emperor Jinlin also stopped abruptly in front of the Jinlin army, and when he spoke again, he changed his subject abruptly in the middle of speaking: "This emperor will give you a chance to surrender immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless and slapping you!" ... to die in the starry sky!"

"Toad yawned loudly!"

"boom……"

These words caught his ears, and Duan Tiande was irritated on the spot, with a ferocious expression on his face, he let out a violent drink, the power in his body was fully mobilized, and with the roaring sound, he rushed to punch the Jin Lin Great Emperor opposite him... …

In his opinion, Emperor Jinlin is nothing more than the sixteenth stage of the Holy King Realm. The two are of equal strength, so they can't help him at all. A small loss and a big loss of face may not mean that there is no possibility of forcing him to retreat.

More importantly, the nine Yangwei satellites are not far from each other, especially Yangwei [-] and Yangwei [-] on the left and right sides are extremely close.

If there is a big battle here, if he and his subordinates fall into a disadvantage, the two veterans of the Shengwang Pavilion who sit in Yangwei Er and Yangwei Si will rush to help immediately...

With this confidence, even if Yang Weisan's combat strength in the holy realm is far inferior to that of the Jin Lin army, Duan Tiande is still confident.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die..."

When this scene came into view, Emperor Jin Lin's anger was also aroused, his complexion sank, a soft drink came from his mouth, the power in his body was stimulated slightly, and with a slight shake of his shoulders, he also went up to meet him.

But at this time, he didn't fully mobilize his power, what he showed was only the level of the holy king, and he successfully deceived the other party.

The reason for this is that even if it is a senior sixteenth-level half-step holy king, if he wants to kill a powerful holy king in one blow, it is by no means sure.

But the result of suppressing and then bombarding and killing is not enough to deter people, which is not what Emperor Jinlin wanted.

What he wants must be a one-hit kill, so temporarily restrain his breath, confuse the opponent, cause him to carelessly underestimate the enemy, wait for the two sides to get close, and then violently attack, a thunderous one-hit kill is justified...

When these thoughts flashed through his mind, the two figures were already approaching. When the time came, Emperor Jin Lin didn't hesitate a bit, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand and punched it out.

"boom!"

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the roaring sound shook the sky, like a majestic sea of ​​thunder surging endlessly, and the strength of the aura emanating from the body of the Great Jin Lin soared several times.

"Half-step holy emperor? This is impossible..."

Feeling this terrifying aura enveloping his face, Duan Tiande's complexion changed drastically, the spurting figure stopped abruptly, before the sound of horrified exclamation fell, he turned around abruptly, wanting to run for his life.

Unfortunately, although his reaction was fast, it was already too late...

"boom!"

"puff……"

Terrifying power completely enveloped him when he turned around. Following the sound of a roar, followed by a dull pop, Duan Tiande's figure exploded on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist, and was blown away by the strong wind. Blow, and the smoke clears.

A mighty Saint King Pavilion fell just like that. He was instantly killed by Emperor Jin Lin, leaving no bones left. In the starry sky where he was originally standing, there were only four golden blood drops of the Holy King. , and was directly put away by Emperor Jinlin's robe sleeve.

This scene caught my eye, among the crowd of Chen Tang and his friends who were watching from a distance, Meng Shaotao's shoulder moved, and he almost rushed out. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Chen Tang was really speechless. Although he didn't speak, he rolled his eyes and suppressed the impulse in his heart, so he didn't kick this guy out.

In order to take advantage, I don't even want my life, and I don't support the wall, so I just submit to him...

"Roar……"

In the distance ahead, the Great Emperor Jinlin stood in the starry sky, his hair fluttering, his imperial robes fluttering, and he let out a terrifying roar, with a look of contempt filling the starry sky, he raised his head and roared: "The emperor asked... who else? "

(End of this chapter)