Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 633
Roar!
There was a sound of dragon chant, roaring continuously, behind the geniuses, a phantom of a dragon was formed.

After a while, a dragon-shaped phantom floated behind everyone on the stage, big or small, but everyone had it, but only Han Xiao, who didn't have the dragon's breath coming down for a long time.

"what's going on?"

Everyone was puzzled, and even the referees were a little dumbfounded.

It stands to reason that with Han Xiao's previous performance, at the very least, the Dragon Qi of the eight-foot level must be attached to him.

At this time, Ye Canglang's phantom in the shape of a dragon behind him was eight feet and eight feet tall, and it was particularly eye-catching among the crowd, as if he looked down upon the crowd.

As for Xuanyuan Kuang, it was actually a foot shorter than Ye Canglang's dragon phantom, but the dragon aura of the same level was eight feet, indicating that their strengths were basically on the same level.

In addition to the two of them, there are two dragon-shaped phantoms that have also reached the eight-foot level, namely Xinggongzi Ye Xinghun and Mingyue Qianlong.

Among the others, Yun Feiyang from Sword God Palace has the largest dragon-shaped phantom, which has reached seven feet and nine feet, infinitely approaching the level of eight feet.And that Chu Mu from Jiuli Gate was almost the same as Yun Feiyang's phantom in the shape of a dragon.

However, everyone's gazes were all looking at Han Xiao.

How could there be no dragon spirit on him?
"This is too outrageous, a situation that is completely impossible!"

Originally, everyone should discuss who has such a powerful dragon's breath, who is so talented, and who has been recognized by the eight-foot-level dragon's breath.

But now, Han Xiao has no dragon phantom, but all the audience, referees, players in the city, and millions of players outside the Panlong Holy City are all dumbfounded.

"For thousands of years, this kind of thing has never happened. What's more, this is a peerless evildoer who has a chance to win the championship!" The three groups of referees looked at Han Xiao on the ring in surprise. It stands to reason that Han Xiao is a dragon descendant. , should be recognized by the Dragon Vein Qi.

Han Xiao looked at the gazes of countless people, and felt a little confused.

"Young Master Han..." Yue Yuxuan lowered his voice and leaned in front of Han Xiao, "Are you so angry that you don't even dare to descend on the Dragon Qi?"

"Fuck you, uncle!" Han Xiao glared at him, "Aren't you more angry than me with your crotch floating for tens of thousands of miles!"

"Hey." Yue Yuxuan smiled sarcastically, "Then how do you explain that the breath of the dragon vein doesn't come to baptize you?"

"Damn, how do I know?" Han Xiao spread his hands and looked at the referee seat. In this case, how can the ranking match continue?

"Eighth Elder, in this situation..." The referees of each group also looked at the chief referee. The hale and hearty old man held his chin and pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "The breath of the dragon vein is not unwilling to admit He, but fear him."

"Fear...fear!" The pupils of the referees in each group suddenly shrank, "Elder, this is impossible, these are all ancient dragon souls!"

"Look, this young man is not easy." The Eighth Elder closed his eyes slightly and did not continue speaking.

In the arena, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, how could this compare?
The 71 geniuses, all because of one Han Xiao, blocked the link of leaving names on the Tianbang. On the huge wordless Tianbei, no name has been engraved yet.

"Hehe, everyone wait for me..." Han Xiao rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if he had a good face.

For a quarter of an hour, those ancient dragon souls hovered in the sky one after another, but none of them descended on Han Xiao.

Two quarters!
an hour!
Finally, in the depths of the entire Panlong Holy City, there seemed to be a shocking muffled sound.

Roar! ——

Ow! ——

One after another, extremely violent breaths tore out from the void.

On the ring, all the ancient dragon souls were sluggish.

Even Ye Canglang, Xuanyuan Kuang and the others' eight-foot-level dragon-shaped phantoms lowered their high heads, as if seeing a high-ranking monarch.

"What's the situation?" Xuanyuan Kuang clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on Han Xiao, and his eyes flashed with fierce fighting intent.

Could it be that he will lead to a more terrifying dragon soul?
All the geniuses, all the audience, all the referees, all focused on Han Xiao.

Waves of powerful auras, ancient dragon souls, all hovered above the arena with the terrifying dragon chant, tumbling endlessly.

"Come on, come on!" Han Xiao's heart seemed to be inspired by the evil dragon, and the scene of hundreds of millions of dragons and endless creatures worshiping him emerged in his mind.

Open your mouth to devour the galaxy, and swing your claws to pierce the universe!
I am the evil dragon, the supreme being of all spirits!
Unstoppable, Han Xiao couldn't help letting out a low growl, and immediately, the ancient dragon souls with 72 dragon veins surrendered one after another.

One, two, three!
A total of 72 dragon souls, and all the breaths of dragon veins, descended from the sky one after another, and all penetrated into Han Xiao's body!

72 dragon veins, all surrender!
Ten thousand dragons surrender, all dragons worship!
Han Xiao, standing in the middle of countless dragon-shaped phantoms, is like a holy emperor of the dragon clan.

Everyone watched this unbelievable scene, and what's more, their legs went limp, and they couldn't help but collapse on the ground.

That breath is too terrifying!

"This kid's dragon blood is probably not only at the level of the top ten ancestor dragons in ancient times, but it is very likely to be a dragon emperor! No, it is the ruler of ten thousand dragons, the emperor of dragon emperors!" The three groups of referees swallowed. Pushing the eight groups of referees beside him, he lowered his voice and said, "Do you still remember what was written in the "Red Dragon Scroll"?"

"You mean..." The eyes of the eight referees twitched wildly, and they turned to say with joy: "We, the Chijin Zhanlong Clan, have finally waited for this day!"

"Whether it's him or not, we'll find out soon."

On the referee's seat, the eyes of the Eighth Elder flickered, excited, "Great Dragon Ancestor, the new master of our Chijin Zhanlong Clan has finally appeared!"

……

"All the breath of dragon veins, surrender!" Outside the holy city, Ao Lingcang's face sank like water, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. Maybe they still couldn't catch Han Xiao this time.

Moreover, from now on, Han Xiao will return to the sea, and no one can restrain him anymore.

a long time.

The breath of dragon veins entangled in Han Xiao's body finally soared into the sky and hovered over the arena again. At this time, behind Han Xiao, a nine-foot-nine-foot dragon-shaped phantom slowly rose.

"Gollum!"

Countless saliva swallowing sounds, one after another.

Ye Canglang, with a shocked face, stared at Han Xiao, and muttered to himself: "In history, the longest phantom in the shape of a dragon is only nine feet six feet, but this kid has already reached nine feet nine feet! Moreover, this has not officially started the ranking battle, does it mean that after the match, his dragon phantom will reach an unprecedented ten feet!"

(End of this chapter)