Chapter 1281： The biggest tyrant

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In addition to the back of the chair that is up to five kilometers in height, the bottom of the throne is not a chair that people or Yalong can sit on, but a palace.

The entire palace covers an area of ​​more than fifty kilometers.

In the palace, all the facilities for eating, drinking and playing are readily available.

Every wall of the whole palace is inlaid with a crystal of heaven.

Even at night, these heavenly spirit crystals will reflect the palace like the day.

The entire palace and the tall chair back are called the throne of life.

Wen Zilong shook his head constantly.

Nima, the rich world, I really don't understand.

In this way, what happened to King Wang, First Emperor, Yang Guang and others, in front of Noah, was just a child playing house.

Of course, Wen Zilong was also insulting in his heart.

This fool approves.

If I were the ruler of a planet, I must have spent all human, material and financial resources on how to make myself comfortable.

But this guy actually spent such a big price to build such a thing.

It really looks very bullish.

Is it comfortable?

not necessarily.

The so-called comfortable is to find a place where no one disturbs and sleep beautifully.

When I woke up, I woke up naturally, and there were people waiting to dress and wash my face to eat.

Continue to sleep after eating.

This simple criticism makes the whole palace look like daylight. How can it sleep?

Several people beside Wen Zilong were also surprised to stay shut for a long time.

The old devil has lived for more than 100,000 years, and has never seen such a situation.

The sword demon alone in Wenzilong's body seeks death, but he can't help but sigh:

"This King Noah, if he puts such obsession on practicing swords, even if he is a pig, then he should have done a lot in kendo."

Just a few of Wen Zilong and they were talking about the throne of life in the palace. The guards at the gate of the palace, about fifty people, shouted fiercely:

"In front of the palace, no noise is allowed. Offenders killed on the spot!"

Wen Zilong sneered when he heard the words.

He has checked on the Internet, Noah is a tyrant, and his guards are not good.

He usually acts as a tiger for tigers and oppresses the people.

He even falsified and pretended to suppress those people in the name of a tyrant.

That's it, just kill it.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong injects a piece of sword energy into a leaf under his feet.

next moment.

The leaves that had not been ordinary flew suddenly.

Almost in an instant, the leaf flew towards the guards.

Those guards are almost the strength of the eighth order peak.

But the speed of that leaf is far beyond what they can deal with.

咻咻 咻咻 咻咻 ——

After the leaves turned several times, Wen Zilong's sword breathed away.

The leaf again rolled like a normal leaf and fell to the ground.

It's just different from before.

The leaves at this time have been dyed completely blood red.

It looks shocking in the sun.

At the same time, the fifty guards fell to the ground at almost the same time.

On their foreheads, there was a blood of more than an inch long.

Behind the head is still this one inch long blood.

Everyone present did not understand Jian Qi.

They only saw that Wen Zilong could kill fifty strong men with only one leaf.

Although they do not know the strength of these fifty strongmen with their strength, the strength of those who can be guards in front of the tyrant's palace is far stronger than they thought.

And from this, the strength of Wen Zilong is already terrifying.

They looked at Wen Zilong's eyes and couldn't help but feel more shocked.

It stands to reason that a Yalong who has just risen to a Class B star field should be at the lowest level of existence in a Class B star field.

But Wen Zilong is the rhythm of the king's explosion when he comes up.

Ling Xueer also practiced swords.

Although I don't know how Wen Zilong just attacked.

But vaguely felt that this seems to be some kind of swordsmanship.

"Brother Wen, your sword skills are so powerful?"

Wen Zilong shook his head and said:

"This is not swordsmanship, but swordsmanship higher than swordsmanship."

"Swordsmanship? Is there any difference?"

Ling Xueer puzzled.

Wenzi Dragon Road:

"Swordsmanship is confined to one move and one move. Swordsmanship, there is no move, there is no way to do it, just a death. As long as you can kill the enemy, all are good swordsmanship.

Ling Xueer heard the words and seemed to understand.

Wen Zilong didn't say much. He took the crowd and continued to walk towards the palace gate.

When they came to the steps of the palace gate, there were already more than 200 strong men rushing out.

A glance at Wen Zilong's spiritual power reveals that these people are mostly eighth-rank peak powerhouses.

There are more than 20 of them, even reaching the early stage of the ninth order.

"Bold fanatics, dare to do things in the palace. Kill me!"

The strong man at the beginning of the ninth rank roared.

The two hundred people suddenly rushed towards Wen Zilong.

Ling Xueer was a little nervous.

After all, she is just a little sixth order.

The people in front of her, although she does not know the level, is definitely above the sixth order.

Can become a guard of the palace, it is estimated that the strength is at least eighth, or even ninth.

How can this make her less nervous?

Others, except for being unable to afford injuries, were basically controlled by the will of Wen Zilong's leader.

Wen Zilong felt no problem, and they naturally felt no problem.

Although he could not afford to be hurt, he was not controlled by the will of Wen Zilong's leader, but since Wen Zilong saved his life, he has long trusted Wen Zilong unconditionally.

Not to mention that it now deals with more than two hundred eighth-order ninth-rank strongmen.

Even Wen Zilong is now fighting against the dragon, he feels nothing strange.

At this time, Wen Zilong watched those people pounce on themselves.

He picked a purple unknown flower from the flower bed beside the steps.

With a gentle blow, the petals flew.

Subsequently, his sword qi turned into three small sword qi, attached to three purple petals.

At the next moment, the three purple petals flew towards the more than two hundred people around.

咻咻 咻咻 咻咻 ——

The speed of these petals is completely beyond the expectations of these people.

Just three seconds.

The more than 200 guys who had just been menacing all fell to the ground in an instant, at various angles and in various positions.

Their forehead and back of the brain have a longitudinal blood port.

The three petals at this time could not be seen as purple at all.

All turned blood red.

The first floor of the sword of Dajiang is matched with the 130-meter-long sword-breaking spirit.

Any flower can be used as a sword.

This is the realm of Wen Zilong.

Ling Xueer didn't react, and these powerful men have fallen.

The old demon was also slightly shocked.

He knew that Dragon Emperor was very strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.

And Wen Zilong was a little happy in his heart.

Because he found that the broken army had grown again.

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