Volume I Chapter 472

"Bah, it's vulnerable, it's not fun at all, all of you don't just stand still, let's go together, I'm going to kill you anyway."

Dulong spat hard.

Very enjoyable.

He couldn't help stretching out his hands and beckoning to everyone, his invincible posture was undoubtedly revealed.

The power to break through the mortal and become holy made him feel that the people around him were as insignificant as ants.

"Myron, Changtian, what are you still doing blankly?"

Li Jinlin couldn't help roaring when he saw Mai Lun and Chang Tian who hadn't moved.

"I have already broken my arm, so I can only assist Changtian."

Myron said without blushing.

The meaning is obvious, if you want to go up, let Chang Tian go up first, and I will play support on the side.

"You are qualified, let me fight you with all my strength."

Chu Linguang spoke and looked directly at Dulong.

He never expected that Dulong would break through the mortal world and become a saint at this juncture.

If he hadn't inherited Xiaoqian's swordsmanship and had the ace's extraordinary strength to support him, he might not be able to kill Dulong today, but would have to run away as if he had met the Eagle King for the first time in the restricted area.

"What did you say?"

Dulong seemed to have misheard, and couldn't help turning his face and ear to Chu Linguang.

"No one here can take my sword. I don't know how many swords you, a holy man, can take from me?"

Chu Linguang said lightly.

"Wow!"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd completely boiled.

"Is he crazy? Dulong is a saintly powerhouse."

"Could it be that he wants to kill Dulong alone?"

"This... is simply a monster!"

"Such a fighting spirit, even if he loses to the enemy, the name of Changtian, after today, will be famous all over the world, completely surpassing Mai Lun and others, and will be admired by thousands of people."

People couldn't help talking.

"He dared to challenge the saintly powerhouse. This...that sword, that sword, that sword, ahhh, I must think about it."

Ji Furong was going crazy.

According to Chu Linguang, he defeated Yuhan and Li Jinlin one after another with one sword just now, especially the one after that, which cut off one of Mailen's arms and made Mailun lose on the spot. Ji Furong felt that Chu Linguang at this moment did not seem to be aimless.

"There are tens of thousands of ways for me to kill people, each of which can make people feel miserable, so you choose one!"

Dulong was stunned for a while and said.

He has already seen that Chu Linguang is the strongest among this group of people, but no matter how strong he is, he is a saintly strong man, a supreme figure who breaks through the world and becomes a saint, and Dahua can't find a few.

Who can kill him here.

Not to mention that Chu Linguang is a brat.

It's just that although he didn't take it seriously, Myron, Li Jinlin, Yu Han and others, after hearing Chu Linguang's words, seemed to be choked by the throat, and they almost couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Myron realized that Chu Linguang didn't move a moment ago and didn't participate in the melee because he didn't know what to do, but because he wanted to fight Dulong alone.

A super strong man.

Dare to fight against the power of becoming a saint.

Even a look of contempt.

When you think about it carefully, you can feel how crazy this thing is.

Either Chu Linguang is crazy, or the world is crazy.

Chu Linguang didn't answer Dulong.

Instead, he closed his eyes. At this moment, the Xiaoqian swordsmanship was running wildly in Chu Linguang's mind. Dulong broke through the mortal world and became a saint. He is the strongest Chu Linguang has ever encountered, not one of them.

Maybe the white ape, who has never been in contact with it, can compete with Dulong.

Chu Linguang understands that it is not so easy to kill Dulong, and maybe he will face all kinds of unexpected dangers, so he has to concentrate and fully integrate himself into Xiaoqian's swordsmanship.

Relying on the six-style swordsmanship, you can win by surprise and create impossible miracles.

For a moment, Chu Linguang, who closed his eyes and felt Xiaoqian's swordsmanship, was like a sword waiting to be unsheathed, but its reputation spread far and wide, surrounded by its own sword energy, as if the moment it was unsheathed, it could split stars and cut moons.

At this moment, every plant and tree in Wangyue Valley seemed to be Chu Linguang's sword edge. They seemed to be covered with a layer of sword light. With the sword energy of Chu Linguang's body, they became straight and sharp, and even shone coldly.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

clearly aware.

Chu Linguang's words of single-handedly singled out the holy powerhouse were not joking, but he was really planning to do so, and compete with Dulong alone.

"It's beyond hope in this life!"

Just as Ye Yucheng picked it up, the twisted swords fell to the ground involuntarily. Looking at Chu Linguang's thin body, he felt like a mountain, and he couldn't help looking up.

Instinctive awareness.

If I pursue it all my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to touch Chu Linguang's shadow.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose today.

He knew that just this heroic spirit was beyond his reach, and it would be difficult for him to surpass it in his entire life.

In an instant, no matter whether it was Li Jinlin, Yu Han, Shao Han, Wang Yigang, etc., they all bowed to Chu Linguang. In fact, they didn't think that Chu Linguang could defeat Dulong or hurt Dulong.

They even thought that Chu Linguang would definitely die today.

There will be no longer days.

He is like a shooting star, flashing past in the dark night, extraordinarily dazzling and brilliant, making countless people admire and chase after him.

But it's dazzling.

Disappears quickly too.

This may be the fate of geniuses.

As the saying goes, heaven is jealous of talents.

If Changtian is given enough time, they all know that Changtian will surely surpass Dulong in the future, break through the mortal world and become a saint, and become the supreme powerhouse, but it is a pity that he met Dulong today.

There is no hope of turning over in this life.

With this in mind, the bow of Li Jinlin and the others was extremely sincere, and they felt sorry, and even felt a little lucky.

Even Zhou Yubo let out a long sigh, applauding Chang Tian and feeling sorry for Chang Tian.

Everyone respects Chang Tian heartily.

Feeling the changes in everyone's eyes and moods, Myron couldn't help but firmly grasped his broken right arm. He gritted his teeth for a while, feeling quite unhappy and depressed. The more Chang Tian was worshiped, the more uncomfortable and entangled he was.

In the end, he could only be thankful that Chang Tian was just a fleeting moment. After Chang Tian died, he, Myron, still overwhelmed the world and became a unique and strong man of the young generation.

"It's unreasonable, you have no idea about the word "becoming holy."

Dulong felt that the atmosphere was not right, the crowd did not worship him because he was a saintly powerhouse, but instead recognized and admired Chu Linguang, thinking that Chu Linguang was arrogant and mighty.

He felt despised by everyone's eyes.

He was so angry that he couldn't hold back his killing intent, and before Chu Linguang's sword became powerful, he struck out in an instant, and a palm of his hand enveloped Chu Linguang in an instant, breaking through the natural sword emanating from Chu Linguang's body from the inside out. Potential.

He wanted Chu Linguang to be killed with one blow.

Let everyone realize that no matter how great a genius is, in his Dulong's hands, he is still vulnerable and there is no room for maneuver.

"Howling!"

At this moment, Chu Linguang opened his eyes, drew his sword with one hand, and stabbed out with a sword.