Mechanical God Emperor

Eslemia faintly said, "Let's go! ”

Sid's eyes flashed a gloomy color, the blood of the three golden dragons boiled inside him, and the phantom of the three monsters appeared behind him, and a terrible pressure spread from his body.

As soon as the dragon of those three golden dragons erupted, the black dragon blood circulation in Yang Feng's body was directly suppressed by a few points.

That's the blood pressure of the three golden dragon veins against the upper ancient black dragon veins. Lower blood vessels are suppressed and restrained by higher blood vessels, which is one of the greatest weaknesses of hematologists. Only after Yang Feng's cultivation is far superior to Sid's, or he is promoted to a god, will he be able to get rid of this blood pressure.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, meditated on the spell, reached out a finger, a magical light in his body, the head of the black dragon in his chest opened his eyes, the immense power of the black dragon from the black dragon armor constantly poured into his body.

Under the strength of that horrible black dragon, Yang Feng's physical qualities broke through the boundaries and reached the strength of a great magician.

Under the madness of the uplifting force, the suppression of the blood of the ancient black dragon in Yang Feng's body by those three golden dragons was also weakened to the limit.

“This armor is such a treasure. Too bad you're too weak! ”

Sid smiled cold, his foot a little, almost instantly, crossed the distance of dozens of meters, instantly appeared in front of Yang Feng, hegemonic punch towards Yang Feng.

Sid's speed was reaching its limit. Yang Feng didn't even have time to recite the spell. He could only activate the power of the mad black dragon in his body. One punch hit Sid's fist.

Boom!

The two powerful forces hit each other. In black dragon armor, Yang Feng, whose physical qualities had reached the rank of great magician, was actually three steps backwards by the shock of Harsheng.

Sid was only slightly shaking.

Seeing this scene, the strong faces of the four younger generations of Cézanne, Ciceron, Caffarella and Leiro changed slightly.

Yang Feng's strength was extremely strong. Under the reinforcement of the Black Dragon Armor, his physical quality was strengthened to the realm of the Great Mage. Even Cézanne, the strong man who awakens the blood of the powerful gods, is not necessarily an opponent of Yang Feng in strength. Sid actually completely suppressed Yang Feng on his strength, which is counterproductive.

“Ha ha! Interesting! This armor is amazing!! When I kill you, I must remove this armor from you!! ”

Sid's eyes flashed wildly and wildly, laughing indiscriminately and ignoring his own remarks might cause Karina dissatisfaction.

Hearing Sid's words, Karina Willow frowned slightly and her eyes flashed with disgust. After all, Yang Feng was caught up in the storm because of her. She didn't want to see Yang Feng killed.

Sid laughed wildly, blooming with a golden dragon, like a fierce and powerful three-headed golden dragon, fisting like a meteor, almost every fist in the terror of the summit of Tarzan, towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng pushed the power of the black dragon in his body to the limit, running the secret recorded in the transformation of the black dragon, as if a human dragon and Sid were killed together.

In the middle of that hall, a three-headed golden dragon was repeatedly killed alongside an ancient black dragon. The sound of the dragon's tsunami continued to be heard, and the power of terror fluctuated in all directions.

Casseth and the other two swordsmen looked at Yang Feng's heart as if he were a black dragon: “So strong! I can't believe the Lord is strong enough! It's horrible! ”

Until then, Cassese and the other three swordsmen followed Yang Feng only because they wanted to be the great noblemen of the Maurice Empire. They also naturally have their own arrogance in the sacred heart of the human sword, the apex fighter of Fiso. They always thought that Yang Feng was not their opponent if he didn't use magic.

Now that Yang Feng, who has become a human shaped black dragon, is much stronger than Casseth and their imagination, so that they know that the monarch's strength is unpredictable and powerful. Absolutely capable of waking up to the monsters of the spiritual bloodline in the face of that Fiso.

Kaffarena looked at Yang Fengmei in the middle of the hall with a glimmer: “Wow, looks like Ian is capable of something! ”

Sid's attacks continued without a pause, giving Yang Feng no chance to do anything. Yang Feng can only resist constantly, can't even squeeze out the time and energy to read the spell to release extraordinary plants.

“Awesome!! This is the power of the finest monsters!! Amazing!! Using the power of Black Dragon Armor, I already possess the power of Grand Mage. But it is still in the downwind. Without the power of the Black Dragon Armor, within ten moves, I will lose to him. There are people out there. There's a day out there. ”

Yang Feng desperately pressed his potential to resist Sid's attack, and a thought flashed through his mind.

A little blood spilled from the corner of Yang Feng's mouth and dripped to the ground.

Sid's fists are as heavy as Tarzan's. Yang Feng resisted very hard. Even though the Black Dragon Armor cut 70% of the damage, the residual damage still shocked Yang Feng physically.

After descending from the face of the heavens to the face of Fischer, he did not know how many strong enemies were defeated in the hands of Yang Feng's magician knowledge, and there was also a hint of pride in his heart.

Now Sid awakens Yang Feng in that most aggressive position. Without the help of external forces and equipment, he is still not the opponent of the powerful monster geniuses who awaken the spiritual bloodline. Before he came to the face of the heavens, he was, after all, just an ordinary earthling, and his ability to progress to that point in just three years was the limit.

Sid couldn't fight for long, and there was a bit of agitation in his heart: "This human being has a few skills! How can I show my talent if I can't defeat him as soon as possible! ”

Between the readings, Sid whistled, punching Yang Feng directly back, shaking his figure, backwards, constantly reciting the spell in his mouth.

Between just one breath, that Sid's body suddenly covered in countless golden lights, that golden light has not yet completely dispersed, one head as tall as ten meters, full of golden scales, and the infinite dragon power of the three golden dragon shadows slowly condensed to form.

A monstrous threat comparable to that of a star magician slowly spreads out of the myths of those three golden dragons.

The number of star magician grades spreading from those three golden dragon fictions is far less powerful than the pressure of the Demon King Coltman, but the primary demigod's horrific pressure has pushed Yang Feng some of his breath.

Under the pressure of the three-headed golden dragon, the blood of the black dragon in Yang Feng's body was constantly trembling, as if to submit to the majesty of the mighty three-headed golden dragon.

Eslamia was also moved by this scene: "Turn back to your ancestors! Wow, this Sid really deserves to be a demonic genius in the land of dragons. Not even a legend, it's amazing to be able to transform your ancestors. ”

Return Transformation is the source of blood traceability in blood veins and can then be performed as a secret method. Once Yang Feng reaches the realm of the great magician, he can also use the return transformation to become a great magician-grade upper ancient black dragon.

Sid is not even a legend, he can transform his ancestors, and the direct transformation into a three-headed golden dragon is counterproductive.

Five young geniuses, Cesar, Ciceron, Leiro, Cavalena and Faredina, looked at the golden dragon in the middle of the sky with a glimmer of clotting and bitterness.

Sid's strength had already reached its extreme point, and now the secret of turning back to his ancestors was even more terrifying. Once he was transformed, no one was there but Eslemia and Ben.

Yang Feng's face changed slightly and his body shook. He flew towards Sid like a ghost. He poured his strength into his hand on the sword of the secretary forged from the blood of God and steel, and slashed it hard towards Sid.

A golden shield suddenly appeared, blocked in front of Sid, Yang Feng split a sword over the golden shield, a huge force came from the golden shield, directly flew Yang Feng Zhen more than a dozen meters away.

From that golden glow came Sid's magnificent but cynical voice: "It's useless! Ian, when I turned back into my ancestor, my defense was comparable to that of the junior demigod. You rely on external forces to raise the lower legend, you can't hurt me at all! ”

Eslemia Liu frowned, her eyes glistening with a thick slack of color: “Ian, now is not the time to admit defeat, don't make meaningless gains. Otherwise, even I won't be able to save you! ”

Cassette's face grows louder and louder: "Forget it, my lord! Come back!”

Once Yang Feng dies here, Cassette and the other two great Kensei aristocratic dreams will be over. They are now merely hereditary lords, and trying to become hereditary barons cannot be done without Yang Feng.

Karina's pretty face turned slightly tinted and she got up anxiously and screamed, “Ian, forget it! He's too strong! Don't be strong! ”

Semi-divine powerful people that are already the most powerful of all, some of the terror of the heights of the demigod can even slaughter the gods if they hold artifacts in their hands.

Even if, after Sid's return, he was just a junior demigod, the terror of the three golden dragons would never be able to resist the presence of the legendary powerful.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, sighed slowly, his hands flipped, a dark umbrella spinning in his hand. He aligned the umbrella with the three golden dragons that Sid had transformed in the middle of the sky, reciting the spell and pointing a finger at the black umbrella.

On that black umbrella, the umbrella opened, and a mysterious spiritual pattern suddenly appeared on the surface of the umbrella, a little dark as ink, like the light of the black stars gathering at the tip of the umbrella.