The strongest patriarch

"Mei Ji, be careful behind you," Nine-Headed Insect not far away hastily reminded his old lover.

"What?" Meiji stared blankly, and when she turned her head, she saw a black iron palm gradually enlarged in front of her eyes until it completely covered her eyes.

"Ah, no," Mei Ji hissed and screamed.

"Boom," the black clone ignored Meiji's screams, and the iron fist directly smashed into Meiji's lower abdomen, and blasted out from behind. The black iron fist brought out a large piece of fuzzy flesh and blood, and a large string of small intestines and broken bones could be clearly seen inside. .

"It's so scary, what is this monster, it's so cruel," the strong men who saw the bloody scene from a distance couldn't help gasping, and retched violently.

"Your Majesty, save me quickly," Meiji looked at the Dragon King with pleading eyes, and only the Dragon King could save her at this time.

"Chu Yang, you dare to hurt Meiji, this king will tear you apart," the Dragon King roared, and with a flick of his sleeve, he suddenly took out a pair of golden scissors from the ring. This pair of golden scissors looked very similar The scissors, two forked tongs are engraved with two miniature dragons, one black and one white, which looks very extraordinary.

Cut a big golden cut, and the black and white flood dragon flew out roaringly, and rushed towards Chu Yang viciously.

"Chaosyao God Fist, break it for me." Without changing his face, Chu Yang punched the rushing dragon with both hands, and the other 35 clones in his body flew out together, and together with Chu Yang, they blasted towards the dragon king.

The sky, the ground, and all over the mountains and plains are full of this terrifying fist shadow.

"What, Chaos Demon God Fist, you actually learned my clan's magical skills," Jiaolong King exclaimed in shock. He had heard from his predecessors that the Chaos Demon God Fist is powerful, but it is also the most difficult one to cultivate. It is a unique skill of the monster race. Even the ancestors of the monster race have few people who can practice this kind of magical skill to great success. It is unexpected that a foreign human kid can practice the magic skill of the monster race.

The Dragon King didn't know whether to feel admiration or laugh at himself.

"That's right, you can just enjoy the taste of divine skills," Chu Yang's fist came down with a bang, and with one punch, tens of thousands of fists fell down. The entire void seemed to vibrate, and then the strong people around saw the Flood Dragon King The two miniature flood dragons swung out were directly blasted into nothingness, and pieces of space in the void were blasted into pieces, revealing pieces of terrifying space flowing out.

After receiving 35 punches from Chu Yang in a row, the Dragon King was finally hit by the last punch. His whole body was thrown far away like a kite with a broken string, and fell directly into a mountain not far away.

The entire mountain peak was smashed into a huge hole, and cracks spread from around the body of the Dragon King like a spider web, spreading to the entire mountain peak in an instant.

"Crack, click," pieces of mountain peaks cracked rapidly at a speed that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

"It's terrible. Chu Yang's strength has reached this level. Flood Dragon King is a half-god peak powerhouse. He is only one step away from concentrating his divine power and half stepping into the realm of a god. But now he is under Chu Yang's attack. It’s unbelievable that there’s no resistance.”

The strong people around were shocked, deeply shocked by Chu Yang's strength.

Mei Ji was so terrified that she couldn't speak at this time, her trembling lips wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, the black clone had already smirked and tore its moving body apart.

"Tear it up," Meiji's body was torn into pieces by the black clone as easily as paper, turning into pieces of flesh.

"Ah, Chu Yang, please, kill me." Mei Ji was breathless and her eyes were lifeless. Now she begged Chu Yang to kill her with one knife, so she didn't have to endure the tearing pain.

"Killing you, it would be too cheap for you poisonous woman," Chu Yang sneered, and with a thought, the black clone tore off a piece of flesh and blood from Mei Ji's body again with black iron hands.

At this time, Meiji finally realized what it means to take the blame. Just now he used cruel means to deal with Chu Pojun, and now the retribution finally came.

"It deserves it, this poisonous woman deserves to end up like this," Tieta shook her arm fiercely, very relieved, a femme fatale like Mei Ji cannot be dealt with by ordinary means.

Chu Yang's eyes moved away from Meiji and came to Chu Pojun.

Chu Yang looked at Chu Pojun's pale face and frowning with thick eyebrows, and felt a pain in his heart for no reason.

"Uncle, it's my nephew who hurt you," Chu Yang grieved, and stepped in front of Chu Pojun, stabbing forward with his magic spear, intending to rescue Chu Pojun.

"Yang'er, don't move,"

At this moment, Chu Pojun suddenly exclaimed loudly, and his eyes repeatedly signaled Chu Yang not to touch his body.

"What's the matter, Uncle?" Chu Yang looked puzzled, and the spear in his hand stopped involuntarily.

"Haha, Chu Yang, let me tell you." Just when Chu Yang was puzzled, the Flood Dragon King had already climbed out of the mountain, and flew over with a smug smile.

Chu Yang turned around and looked at Jiaolong King coldly, and shouted angrily, "Jiaolong King, what did you do to my uncle?"

The Jiaolong King chuckled, smiling very proudly: "Chu Yang, you want to know, right? Beg me, kneel down and beg me, and I'll tell you, you are not very powerful, why are you hesitant to act now?"

Chu Yang sneered and said, "Don't be complacent, Dragon King, I don't believe that killing you can't save my uncle."

The Dragon King sneered, and the corners of his mouth could not help but sneer: "Haha, Chu Yang, to tell you the truth, even if you kill this king, you can't save your uncle, and besides, you can definitely kill this king."

Chu Yang was slightly startled when he heard the words. Flood Dragon King knew that he was not his opponent, so where did he come from for his confidence now? What did he do to his uncle?

The strong people around were also very puzzled. Judging from the situation of the confrontation just now, the Flood Dragon King was indeed not Chu Yang's opponent. What made him so confident now.

Everyone racked their brains and couldn't think of a reason.

Only the strong man who knew the last card of the Flood Dragon King from the very beginning looked indifferent.

"Hey, Flood Dragon King is finally going to use that hole card, it's really exciting,"

"Flood Dragon King, don't play tricks, I don't believe you still have any hole cards to play." Chu Yang pondered for a while, and finally chose to act first.

"Haha, Chu Yang, you are guilty and afraid, so I will let you see my real trump card," the Dragon King laughed loudly, and with one stroke of his hands, a terrifying demon force surged from his body Jumping out, under his swing, he smashed into the black stone tablet in the middle of the altar.

"Roar,"

With the injection of the dragon king's monster power, the black stone tablet let out a roar of ten thousand dragons as if it had come alive from the silence.