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This time, when he swung his fist, there was a pale golden light, which seemed to have the power to open up the world.

Boom!

Yang Chen hit the tiger's paw with his fist and made a buzzing sound, this time it was even more shocking, the tiger was thrown backwards.

The three-tailed tiger's eyes widened. Huge power surged in and knocked it into the air.

[Invisible routine, courage +1]

But the three-tailed tiger didn't have time to startle. After Yang Chen punched, he stepped forward to kill, turned his fist into a claw, lifted its neck straight up, and stood on his back.

In close contact, Yang Chen is not afraid of getting hurt at all. The body of the ancient holy body will only be stronger than the tiger, not weaker.

"Roar!"

In mid-air, the three-tailed tiger writhed in pain,

Yang Chen didn't notice it, so he held the tiger tightly and looked around.

For a moment, the trees were terrified, and the beasts were overwhelmed, not daring to make a sound.

"Submit, or die!"

Yang Chen said with cold eyes.

The three-tailed tiger understood what he meant, and then nodded quickly, losing that violent attitude.

Very obedient.

The man in front of her had a power she couldn't resist.

"It's interesting, you are actually the king of the three-tailed tiger, no wonder you can resist my two punches."

Yang Chen put down the tiger and sat down straight. With a frown, he swept across the whole body of the three-tailed tiger and said in amazement.

"Meow."

The three-tailed tiger didn't have the prestige of the king of beasts at all, and spoke softly.

"Go, continue to practice boxing."

Yang Chen was full of vigor, and when he clamped his legs, the three-tailed tiger immediately understood and ran deep into the forest.

A series of battles ensued.

Until a tiger king ten meters long and three stories high fell in front of Yang Chen, blood gushing out.

This time, Yang Chen didn't dodge, but let the blood splash on his body.

Ethereal, clear, serene, harmonious!

Yang Chen remained motionless, and his whole body fell into an inexplicable state.

Bathing in the beast's blood was like going through a baptism, and his mentality gradually sublimated.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the state of mind of the ancient ancestors fighting against the sky, fighting fierce beasts, bathing in the blood of beasts, and looking up to the sky.

Not for killing, just for survival!

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the essence of holy market practice: evolution!

"Roar!"

The three-tailed tiger bathed in the blood of the Tiger King at the same time, and it seemed that a remarkable transformation had taken place.

collapse!Her two tails snapped off, leaving only one tail.

Strong and powerful, the fur all over his body began to vibrate, and then black and white stripes grew.

In the end, she was like a white tiger, with agile pupils and bright hair, very miraculous!

"Yes, so you are a tigress."

Yang Chen nodded in satisfaction, this appearance could barely keep up with his taste.

This huge Tiger King was used to its full potential, and Yang Chen carried him on his shoulders, exuding a kind of primitive wildness.

Fortunately, the white tiger has also become bigger, it is ten meters in size, and it can carry it.

Yang Chen sat on the body of the white tiger, carrying the tiger king's body on his shoulders, and left leisurely.

This is just the periphery, and there is no particularly dangerous battle, but Yang Chen still learned a lot and changed his mind completely.

"Go, go into the mountains to hunt dragons!"

Yang Chen rode a white tiger with a big tiger on his back, crossed the mountains, and ran to another area.

The mountain forest is getting steeper and steeper, and there are many cliffs. The white tiger's claws firmly grasped and climbed up.

Finally, Yang Chen walked through several swamps, his pace slowing down.

This area is obviously extraordinary, exuding a fierce atmosphere.

Some fierce beasts fled in panic and did not dare to stay for long.

Yang Chen frowned, finally feeling a little pressure.

One tiger and one person walked into the deep forest.

There is an open land in front of you, filled with miasma, very deep and mysterious, filled with a fishy wind.

boom!

Suddenly, the white tiger trembled, and a pair of eyes poked out in the mist ahead, ruthless and murderous.

The white tiger's fur exploded, as if it had encountered a natural enemy!

This is a flood dragon, but it was born out of dehydration. Its body is covered with silver scales, emitting a faint light, very fierce.

In an instant, the flood dragon rushed over with an extremely fast speed. Accompanied by the violent wind, the ground trembled suddenly, as if it was about to split open.

On the back of the tiger, Yang Chen pointed his toes and rushed out, he wanted to slay the dragon!

The white tiger was in pain, but followed the force and rolled out, while carrying the tiger carcass on his back, he carefully observed the movement in the field.

hum!

Yang Chen had already exchanged hands with the silver dragon, and the silver dragon suddenly flicked its tail, bringing a biting gust of wind.

The rocks along the way were smashed to pieces, showing the rage of its power.

Yang Chen didn't notice it, and rushed up instead, the speed was extremely fast, he made his fist seal and blasted towards Yinlong's abdomen.

when!

The scales on Yinlong's body were extremely strong, Yang Chen punched them, and when they collided, there was a roar of gold and iron, and the lingering sound continued!

Yinlong was stabbed in pain immediately, startled in his heart, and quickly opened the distance.

[Invisible routine, Qi and blood +1]

Yang Chen's fist trembled and became more and more fierce. This is a decent opponent!

"Breathing?"

When this silver dragon breathes, it is very frequent and contains inexplicable power.

Yang Chen became more and more excited, the sinews of this silver dragon must be the best bowstrings.

"war!"

Yang Chen suddenly bent his knees and jumped up.

Clenching the fist mark, the fist exuded a black light, and the powerful bull magic fist unfolded, killing the silver dragon.

call!

Suddenly, the silver dragon was uncharacteristically, and spit out a flame with terrifying power, causing the air to twist, and the trees along the way suddenly collapsed!

Chapter 13 The sleepy dragon ascends to heaven!

Roar!

Yinlong spit out flames, obviously desperate!

Facing the raging flames, Yang Chen marched forward bravely. With a change of the fist mark on his hand, the two breathing methods unfolded, exuding golden light, and his whole body was filled with a golden aura, which actually blocked the raging flames!

Then, he punched the silver dragon's fangs!

collapse!

The silver dragon suffered from pain, its fangs burst open and stuck on the ground, dragon blood flowed, and the area was filled with evil spirits.

"Roar!"

Yinlong was injured and went mad.

This human actually made him bleed, and even his teeth were knocked out.

With the change of breathing rhythm, a mysterious power burst out from Yinlong's body, and evil spirit gushed out, which was very terrifying.

"Stealing and drawing ten thousand methods, eight or nine mysteries!"

Yang Chen used two breathing methods to decide the outcome. The fist print on his hand exuded a pale golden light, which was very dazzling, like a little sun.

At the same time, Yang Chen's aura suddenly rose, his black hair danced wildly, he looked like a god, and his fists roared, as if he wanted to destroy everything!

"Roar!"

Flood Dragon Hengkong rushed over like this, his whole body exuded silver light, mysterious and far away, with a kind of sacred characteristic, very astonishing.

At the same time as it rushed over, the dragon opened its huge mouth and spit out silver flames, burning everything and igniting the void!

Yang Chen's black hair danced wildly, his clothes rattled wildly, he clenched his fists, and went forward courageously, rushing to kill!

boom!

Yang Chen was like a sharp sword, his fist turned into a blade, cutting the silver fire neatly!

Then, the fist radiated golden light and hit the silver dragon's head, making a roar that resounded throughout the world.

puff!

Yinlong was hit head-on, trembling all over, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

One blood hole after another erupted in his body, and the dragon's blood splashed out, rushing straight to the sky, which was very tragic.

[Feel the shock of Yinlong! 】

[Congratulations to the host for flipping a dragon-slaying set, blood +5]

"Dragon Slaying?!"

Bai Hu opened his eyes wide and was stunned.

She witnessed the myth with her own eyes. A human being killed the dragon with three punches and two kicks!

The silver dragon died, and the dragon's blood gushed out from his body, forming a rain of blood.

I saw Yang Chen standing with his hands behind his back, bathed in the blood rain, with a compassionate and peaceful expression.

The black clothes were stained with blood, but Yang Chen exuded an invisible aura that made all the beasts terrified and the plants and trees lose their minds.

"This is the life I want!"

After a while, the blood rain dissipated, and Yang Chen stepped on the dragon's back, muttering to himself.

In the past, he was restrained for too long, like a beast trapped in a cage.

Today, the sleepy dragon's ascension to heaven is not only a physical baptism, but also a spiritual release.

The sky is healthy, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement. As long as he walks step by step, it must be a situation where the flying dragon is in the sky.

But Yang Chen is not satisfied, he wants to ride the Kowloon to control the sky from time to time, and become the Supreme Ninety-Nine, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky, supreme, and I am the only one!

"Bathed in the tiger king's blood and the silver dragon's blood successively, my physique became even more frightening, and getting the dragon tendon is a double blessing."

Yang Chen came down from Yinlong's body, and the smell of blood rose to the sky, but no beast dared to come over.

call!

Taking a deep breath, two puffs of white air filled Yang Chen's mouth and nose, forming a dragon shape.

The sunlight falling from the sky pierced through the miasma, forming a pale golden luster on its body surface.

Warm and bright, Yang Chen's whole body was incomparably comfortable, flowing with surging power.

The ocean-like blood energy of the ancient holy body was dormant and brewing, flowing through the whole body, washing away the fatigue.