Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 1955 Dragon Kui Bloodline

"Is he the legendary Qi Lufu?" Tang Chen and his siblings were surprised and surprised, staring at the back of the man in front of them, feeling his aura.

Qilufu, who was once a notorious "madman", "madman", and "big guy" in the world of leftover warfare, has a whole body of righteousness, righteousness and loyalty, but he never accepts the solicitation of any forces. Fight the world.

The Lost Battle Realm is a 'stained vat of sin', a 'blood-colored quagmire', whoever wants to keep a piece of 'justice' in it is simply a fantasy, and will be ridiculed by others.But Qi Lufu persisted tenaciously, and persisted to the extreme, was sublimated, and was revered by the world.

No one is unconvinced by the majesty of the big man. He swept across the mountains and rivers with an iron sword, and traveled all over the blood-colored battle world with red courage. He left countless legends and forged an unshakable reputation. A man who strives for glory.

However, the legend of Qilufu ended thousands of years ago. Since then, Zilufu has mysteriously disappeared and never appeared again. At his most prosperous moment, he 'decayed', just like the former war demon.

Some people say that he was trapped in the central secret land, some say that he died in battle in the unknown sea, and some say that he was forcibly captured by a certain supreme overlord.

But no matter how it is speculated, Qi Lufu never appeared again, and there was no clue of being arrested or killed, and disappeared without a trace and sound.

Tang Chen and the others all read Qi Lufu's legend from historical materials, and they could feel the praise and righteousness between the lines, and they also heard the old man mention him.For the nine brothers and sisters with ambitions, such a character is absolutely worthy of admiration and fascination, so that the word Qi Lufu has always remained in memory.

However... today... "Qilufu? The legendary Qilufu? Why is he...here...in our demon spirit clan..." Brother and sister Tang Chen exchanged glances, feeling more and more strange and confusing .

The stalwart man turned around and looked at Tang Fengye and the others. His appearance was a bit hazy, but his aura was like mountains and rivers. His eyes opened and closed, and the sword energy was overflowing, which made people dare not look directly at him. Under a little pressure.

He is the Iron Sword of Mountains and Rivers—— Qilufu!

"Where is he?" Qi Lufu ignored Tang Fengye's surprise, and he didn't care about everyone's surprise. He was as cold as the iron sword behind him, and as indifferent as a mountain and river without emotion.

Prince Cang raised his right hand, twirled his five fingers, and a seven-color fairy lotus bloomed brilliantly. Long Wei blasted high into the sky with violent power, smashing the clouds and lighting up the sky and the earth.

The sky is fertile and wild for thousands of miles, but at this moment it is completely shrouded in strange brilliance and energy.

It is as if God suddenly opened his eyes, and it is as if the world is suddenly dead.

This breath is extremely violent, causing the space to continue to turmoil, and cracks in the earth and mountains and rivers grow.

It was as if the fierce power that was supposed to erupt in Hualingchi had continued until now.

The ancient ancestral temple, the magnificent murals, all the portraits, all the stone pillars, all spurted out strange energy, accompanied by brilliant brilliance, hit the sky high, and turned into all kinds of beasts, there are fierce tigers roaring in the sky, there are deer and holy spirits , there are giant crabs flying across the sky, there are sky eagles fluttering their wings...they all reflect the suddenly bursting energy of Huangfen Ridge.

At this moment, the blood of the millions of people in the first line of the world, from the generals to the common people, all of them felt hot, and a strange force seemed to emanate from the ocean of consciousness. A mysterious The phantom opened its eyes in the soul, arousing a strange majesty.

More than three million ordinary people with no strength...kneeling down with a puff...with horror on their faces...kneeling completely uncontrollably, completely out of the blue, so abrupt, so fast, that after they knelt down, They were all a little dazed, and even more terrified.

All eyes stared at Huangfen Ridge, and there was a strange look in their eyes.

The five territories, the nine armies, and tens of thousands of generals were also alarmed at the distant border of the Yaoling tribe. They looked back at the sky at the same time, their blood was warming, their souls were under pressure, a feeling that had never been seen before. An unexpected feeling, a kind of unexpected oppression, a kind of...a feeling of déjà vu and strange awe...but...the energy suddenly disappeared, Prince Cang flipped his five fingers, and the fingertips splashed imperial power, and he suppressed it forcefully With the help of the seven-color fairy lotus, the ever-increasing dragon's power and brilliance absorbed and disintegrated the surging energy wave.

When the brilliance dissipates, Longwei is annihilated.

A young man opened his eyes from the lotus platform of the golden lotus. His left eye was pitch black, and his right eye was golden yellow, splattering with terrifying energy, making people afraid to look directly at it.

The spinning fairy lotus stopped slowly, and the coercion and brilliance permeating the young man's body gradually stopped, and he returned to normal, with all the exaggerated breath gone.

The boy is Tang Yan!
A transformation, a baptism, completely transformed Tang Yan's bloodline, and awakened the true power of Long Kui. This is a complete change, and it is also a transformation that has been waiting for 50 years.

The luck originating from the three major human races played a wonderful role, greatly improving Tang Yan's strength and realm.

Tang Yan doesn't know how strong he is now, the only feeling is...unsteady...the energy in his body is surging and vast, like a vast ocean under a strong wind; Every piece of skin and every bone exudes warmth and crystal clearness, like deification, from a mortal body to a supreme divine body.

The barren tombs were silent, Tang Wu and other marshals were astonished and vigilant, the Fourth Elder Tang Yuanque and Ye Sirius Tang Shou were even more stunned, and the shock in their hearts could not be suppressed.

Tang Chen and the other brothers and sisters had lingering fears, and they never expected that Tang Yan would undergo such a drastic change. Long Kui actually had such a fierce power, as if... was born to restrain the demon spirit clan...or was born in the blood of every demon spirit clan. They all bear the imprint of their ancestors, more or less, without exception. Tang Yan's awakening... aroused the imprint in their blood, and inspired an indescribable sense of surrender and awe.

"Where is this place?" Tang Yan woke up and jumped down from the fairy lotus, wondering about the desolate environment around him, and also wondering about the aura of everyone present, all of them seemed to be some decent big shots.

"Who is he?" Tang Yuanque was confused.

Tang Fengye replied: "Your little ancestor."

"Who the hell?" Tang Yuanque disliked joking the most, but every time Tang Fengye was willing to joke with him, it made him depressed and irritable.

Tang Zhibai said softly: "The late emperor's child, Tang Yan, whose blood has awakened Long Kui, is also the deputy leader of the Zhanmeng, the one with the body of skyfire, he has come back to recognize his ancestor."

Tang Yuanque was slightly dazed, and suddenly looked at Tang Zhibai: "Really?!"

Tang Wu and the others were also shocked. Although they had experienced many battles, they were all gasping for breath at this moment. The chaotic and responsible emotions suddenly exploded, impacting their minds and consciousness.

The first emperor?child? ?Recognize ancestors? ?Long Kui...was awakened...the body of sky fire..."You are..." Tang Yan's attention finally fell on Qi Lufu, and there was a feeling of déjà vu, unbelievable, but really familiar.

"He is Qilufu, someone you can trust." Tang Yiyuan walked past Tang Yan, stepped on the gravel, and walked towards the four barren graves.

"Qilufu?" Tang Yan almost lost his voice.

Mountain and River Iron Sword, Qilufu!

The big guy who is one of the three kills!

Tang Yan has never found any news about him, and even thought that he had died unfortunately. Moreover, Qilufu has never looked for himself in these years.

But...he is here? !

"Some things, some words, I will explain to you. If you choose to believe in Amber, believe in the emperor's prophecy, you can believe in me. If you believe in me, you can believe in Prince Cang today, and believe in every word you say." Qi Lufu Slightly nodded towards Tang Yan.

"It's been 50 years, and it's time to give you an explanation." Tang Yiyuan staggered on crutches, walking very hard and very slowly.

At this moment, the cold wind is blowing in Huangfenling, desolate and dead, very quiet, very cold, very cold.

Tang Yiyuan's vicissitude-stricken eyes were swaying dimly, soaked in emotion, he walked towards the four deserted graves step by step, his lips and teeth moved, as if to make a sound, but there was a choking sound.

Pfft!
Tang Yiyuan knelt heavily in front of the four barren graves, tears welled up in his eyes, ran across his vicissitudes of life face, gathered on his chin, and with the trembling of his lips and teeth... dripped on the barren soil... and diffused light moisture.

There are too many emotions, too many expectations, all at this moment... There is no need to hold back... Kneeling at this moment, confessing at this moment, he has waited for too long, too long, and he is too tired to wait.

"Old fellows... old man, I... come... to see you..." Old Tang Yiyuan burst into tears, choked up and spoke softly, as if all kinds of emotions were stuck in his chest, as if endless pain hit his throat.

(End of this chapter)