Similarly, at this moment, the three of them noticed Xu Qing's arrival, saw the strange eyes between his eyebrows, and felt the fluctuations in the seven palaces of Xu Qing's body, and each of them was shocked.

What Xu Qing felt most strongly was Kong Xianglong in the sky.

Even if the four black-clothed guards of the Shenglan Clan with eight battle powers trapped him with emperor-level skills and fragments of magic weapons, and even led the thunder calamity from the sky to come, and it roared down again and again, there was still nothing he could do about it.

After noticing that his companions were all showing off how far they had come, Kong Xianglong seemed to feel a little embarrassed, so he glared and let out a loud roar.

The ten heavenly palaces on the body erupted together, the golden dragon roared into the clouds and tore the sky apart, and the clouds split into four parts.

At the same time as he cracked, he slapped his forehead, and immediately a blood-colored robe flew out from his heavenly spirit, transformed outside and was draped directly on his body.

The moment the blood robe was added to the body, blood mist erupted into the sky, and the dark night turned into a bloody night.

Kong Xianglong's combat power also increased on a large scale at this moment, and an earth-shattering evil aura rose from his body and violently rolled outward.

In the roar, the four guards of the Eighth Palace of the Shenglan Clan all spurted out blood. The black hand formed by the emperor's skill collapsed, and the fragments of their own magic weapon were rolled back. They all quickly stepped back and wanted to leave.

But it was too late. Kong Xianglong swayed and appeared directly in front of a person. With a cruel look on his face, he slapped the opponent on the head. With a bang, the head of the black-clothed guard exploded and his upper body also collapsed.

Kong Xianglong swayed again and arrived in front of the second guard in black. When the other guard was shocked, he raised his hands and stabbed directly into the other person's chest, tearing him outwards. He screamed in agony and the person was torn in half alive by him.

The other two were unable to escape. One was swallowed by the roar of the golden dragon, and the other was directly enveloped by the blood mist. In the cruel and miserable world, he was corroded into blood and became part of the blood mist.

Looking at this scene, Xu Qing thought of what the captain had said about Kong Xianglong being extremely cruel to foreigners.

As for the bloody robe, Xu Qing felt the fluctuations of the Yi clan.

"That's the fragment of the forbidden magic weapon that Brother Long has sacrificed five times." Wang Chen's misty body appeared next to Xu Qing, and he looked at Xu Qing with a faint light in his eyes.

"Kid, your secret physical skills... are very strong! Let's find a time later and let's compete?"

"You'd better stay away from me." Xu Qing said calmly.

"What if not?" Wang Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Then if I don't control my poison, you may have to change into a clone." Xu Qing said calmly.

The next moment, Wang Chen disappeared and appeared in the distance, coughing awkwardly at Xu Qing.

At this moment, Kong Xianglong also returned from the sky and landed on the ground with a bang. He glanced at everyone and found that although the sword holder in the field office was injured, and some of the injuries were serious, he was not dead after all, so he was relieved.

He looked at Xu Qing again, nodded, and yelled at Wang Chen.

"Yang Ling, you got a clone of the Yanmiao tribe, and you're complacent? Ah, you haven't learned anything else. I'm proud that you learned very quickly. Do you want to compete with me?"

"Brother Long, I was wrong." Wang Chen said quickly.

"Hurry up and repair the teleportation array!"

"Copy that." Wang Chen hurriedly ran over and started repairing the formation.
Chapter completed!