Dragon-Marked War God

"Nine Color Thunder?"

Jiang Chen's eyes were extremely hot, and the nine-color thunder fell from the sky, silently, but it was amazingly powerful, with a loud rumbling noise, covering the sky.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, black, white!

The nine colors of thunder gathered together and landed from the clouds. Jiang Chen felt a heart palpitation. It was such a terrible thunder that was three points better than his own thunder.

"Such a terrifying thunder, even if it is smashed on a powerful person with a constant star level of nine-layer heaven, it is estimated that there is no life!"

The six-spine beetle couldn't help being stunned. It was terrifying. From the time he was born to the present, he saw such a terrifying thunder for the first time. The nine colors represent nine different powers. The interweaving of powers seems to be the whole All the sky is banned.

"Indeed, these nine lightnings seem to be their own masters, but in fact, they are all one lightning!"

Jiang Chen said sternly.

"How can it be?"

Six-ridged Panlong looked at Jiang Chen in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible, it's because you don't understand it."

Jiang Chen's expression was very stern. At this moment, he saw a figure, under the nine-color thunder, that figure was like cast steel, long hair shawl, moving with the wind, shirtless upper body, golden muscles and bones, covered in flames. Among them, the sky screamed.

"No... impossible... Fenger!!!"

Jiang Chen's eyes were about to split, and his face was pale and bloodless. He didn't expect that under the Nine Colors of Thunder, it would be Feng'er. Although it was just a figure from the back, Jiang Chen would never admit his mistake, that was Feng'er, absolutely not. Will it be wrong, where is Feng'er? Why does Feng'er appear under Nine Color Thunder?

"Don't—"

Jiang Chen roared, and charged away, his eyes filled with blood.

He kept rushing under the nine-colored thunder, and the speed was extremely fast, because once the nine-colored thunder fell, Feng'er would undoubtedly die.

"This is too terrible, Jiang Chen, you--"

Six-spine Panlong's eyes didn't squint, but he never expected that Jiang Chen would actually go towards Nine Color Thunder. He was calling that shirtless young man, is that person, Jiang Chen's relative, really?

Otherwise, why would he rush up desperately, Nine Color Thunder, for a master like them, there is absolutely no hope, that kind of fearful coercion, from head to toe, the six-ridged beetle feels himself Before Nine Color Thunder, Jiang Chen was overwhelmed with breath, and at this moment, Jiang Chen rushed forward.

Go ahead to dangers!

He had no choice, because the shirtless young man was his son and the most important relative in his life. How could Jiang Chen watch Feng'er being struck by the Nine Colors of Thunder?

Even at the cost of his own life, Jiang Chen did not hesitate.

Feng'er is his own belief and hope to enter the eternal world alone. He has been waiting for so many years. He firmly believes that Feng'er must be fine, and as long as he works hard, he will be able to find Feng'er.

Jiang Chen didn't hesitate in this scene. No matter how terrifying the Nine Color Thunder was, as a father, he was fearless. As long as Feng'er was fine, he would be happy.

"Feng'er, wait for me! Come for my father!"

Jiang Chen's body was like lightning, galloping away, stepping on the ladder, walking vigorously.

"Father, don't come over, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is no end to turning back!"

Jiang Chen didn't know whether it was in his own heart or in his mind. This sentence echoed, it was definitely Feng'er's voice, it must be him!

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless... Looking back is the shore..."

Enduring and deafening.

"Hey."

The face of the six-backed flat dragon was as gray as death, and he sighed. Jiang Chen's departure would probably be a life of nine deaths. The nine-color thunder could not even evade the constant star and the nine heavens. Contested, but Jiang Chen left without hesitation.

"I'm coming too!"

Jiang Chen was extremely anxious in his heart, Jiu Se Thunder was too fast, too strong, and too violent. Jiang Chen urged the thunder in his body and lingered around him, preparing for a crazy impact with Jiu Se Thunder.

Zheyu drought and thunder!

Breaking dawn, golden thunder!

Jiuchen Heavenly Tribulation Thunder!

Qian Yan busted the thunder!

The four thunders intertwined on Jiang Chen's body, and the original thunder continued to spread out. Jiang Chen rose upright, approaching Nine Color Thunder.

"What a Jiang Chen!"

The eyes of the six-ridged beetle were red, and Jiang Chen's thunder origin protected his heart. In this battle, facing the nine-color thunder, Jiang Chen might not necessarily be smashed and disappeared.

Perhaps, there is still a chance!

Perhaps everything has just begun!

Jiang Chen's mind was the same, he must save his son. It was his hard work for so long, even if he was crushed to pieces, even if he was dead.

Six-spine Panlong knew that Jiang Chen was not blindly charging. He knew in his heart that even if the origin of the four thunders could not compete with the nine-color thunders, they would definitely not stop in the ashes of being smashed.

"Fenger!"

"Fenger!"

"Hurry up!"

Jiang Chen roared hoarsely, even his eyes were ready to come out.

Because he was too late, Nine-Colored Thunder, smashed Feng'er's body, he was still a step away after all.

"Do not--"

Jiang Chen felt like he was dead, he was one step short, and he was only one step short to save Feng'er.

Under the bombardment of Nine Color Thunder, Feng'er separated from flesh and blood, and disappeared.

Jiang Chen was even more shocked by this terrifying aftermath of thunder. If it weren't for the four original thunder guards, perhaps he would have died without a place to be buried.

But these are not what Jiang Chen cares about. What he cares about is that Feng'er didn't hide from him, and he was actually a step away. Why!

why!

Just one step away!

Jiang Chen's heart is like a knife, beat his chest and feet, and blame himself. Why can't it be himself that died? Why does Feng'er endure the bombardment of the nine-color thunder? Why on earth?

"puff--"

Jiang Chen spouted a mouthful of blood, and the body under the Dragon Transformation was almost penetrated by the nine-color sky thunder. No one could imagine how overbearing the nine-color sky thunder was.

"Why, why didn't I die..."

Jiang Chen murmured, a tear in his eyes filled with a father's self-blame and guilt, and he was not reconciled.

"It's fake, Jiang Chen, all of this is fake."

Suddenly, the world changed drastically, and the six-ridged beetle dragon woke up like a dream, shouting.

Jiang Chen's gaze scanned the surrounding sky, and his mood was still indescribable.

The Six-ridged Panlong rushed to Jiang Chen frantically. Everything just now was so realistic, as if it were real, fortunately it was just an illusion.

But Jiang Chen only has, and only he knows, this is not a dream!

Jiang Chen can still distinguish between illusion and reality. Although this is like an illusion, in Jiang Chen's heart, it is extremely clear that this is not a dream at all, Feng'er, where are you?

To see people alive, and corpses to die, Jiang Chen's heart is like a knife twist, but he will not give up!