Chapter 1283 The Greatest Tyrant

Apart from the five-kilometer-high chair back, the bottom of this throne is not a chair that a person or a dragon 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 having fun are readily available.

Every wall in the entire palace is inlaid with a Sky Spirit Crystal.

Even at night, these days, the spirit crystals will reflect the palace as if it were day.

The combination of the entire palace and the tall chair back is called the Throne of Life.

Wen Zilong kept shaking his head.

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

From this point of view, King Zhou, Emperor Shihuang, Yang Guang and others are like children playing tricks in front of Nuoah.

Of course, Wen Zilong was also cursing inwardly at the same time.

This silly batch.

If I were the ruler of a planet, I would definitely spend all my human, material and financial resources on how to make myself comfortable.

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

Looks really beefy.

But is it comfortable?

not necessarily.

The so-called comfort is to find a place where no one is disturbed and have a good sleep.

Sleep until you wake up naturally, and when you wake up, there are still people waiting for you to dress, wash your face and eat.

Continue to sleep after eating.

This idiot made the whole palace look like daytime, how can he sleep here?

The people next to Wen Zilong were also so surprised that they couldn't keep their mouths open for a long time.

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

And the sword demon in Wen Zilong's body, Dugu, begged for death, and couldn't help but sigh:

"This King Noah, if he puts such obsession on sword practice, even if he is a pig, he should be able to accomplish a lot in the way of swords at this time."

Just when Wen Zilong and the others were commenting on the Throne of Life in the palace, the guards at the gate of the palace, there were about fifty people, shouted viciously one by one:

"No noise is allowed in front of the palace gate. Violators will be killed on the spot!"

Wen Zilong sneered when he heard this.

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

On weekdays, he works as a minion for the tiger and oppresses the people.

He even pretended to be a tiger, and used the name of a tyrant to squeeze those people.

That being the case, kill it.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong casually injected a section of sword energy into a leaf under his feet.

next moment.

The leaves, which were originally ordinary, suddenly flew up.

Almost instantly, the leaf flew towards the guards.

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

But the speed of that leaf was far beyond what they could handle.

whoosh whoosh—

After the leaves turned several times, Wen Zilong withdrew his sword energy.

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

It's just different from before.

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

It looks stunning in the sun.

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

On their foreheads, there was a vertical bloody mouth more than an inch long.

There was still this inch-long bloody mouth on the back of his head.

The people present didn't know much about sword qi.

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

Although based on their strength, they don't know what the strength of these fifty strong men is, but those who can be guards in front of the tyrant's palace are definitely far stronger than they imagined.

And this contrasts Wen Zilong's strength, which is already terrifyingly strong.

When they looked at Wen Zilong, they couldn't help but feel a little more shocked.

It stands to reason that a sub-dragon who has just risen to a B-level star field in the C-level star field should be at the bottom of the B-level star field.

But Wen Zilong is the rhythm of Wang Zhan when he comes up.

Ling Xueer also practices swords.

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

But faintly feel that this seems to be some kind of swordsmanship.

"Brother Wen, is your swordsmanship so powerful?"

Wen Zilong shook his head and said:

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

"Swordsmanship? Is there any difference?"

Ling Xueer was puzzled.

Wen Zilong said:

"Swordsmanship is limited to one move and one style. Swordsmanship has no moves or styles, and only seeks to kill with one blow. As long as it can kill the enemy, it is good swordsmanship."

When Ling Xueer heard the words, she seemed to understand but half understood.

Wen Zilong didn't say much, and led the crowd to continue walking towards the palace gate.

When they came to the steps of the palace gate, more than two hundred strong men rushed out.

When Wen Zilong tested his mental strength, he knew that most of these people were eighth-level peak powerhouses.

There are more than 20 of them, and they have reached the early stage of the ninth level.

"Bold madman, dare to make trouble in the palace. Kill me!"

The strong man at the beginning of the ninth level let out a roar.

The two hundred people immediately rushed towards Wen Zilong and the others.

Ling Xueer was a little nervous.

After all, she is just a little sixth order.

As for the people in front of her, although she didn't know their level, they were definitely above the sixth level.

To be able to become a palace guard, it is estimated that the strength is at least at the eighth level, or even at the ninth level.

How can this make her not nervous?

As for the others, except that they couldn't afford to be hurt, they were basically controlled by Wen Zilong's leader's will.

Wen Zilong thought it was okay, and they naturally thought it was okay too.

I can't afford to be hurt, although he was not controlled by Wen Zilong's leader's will, but since Wen Zilong saved his life, he has long trusted Wen Zilong unconditionally.

Not to mention dealing with more than two hundred eighth-level and ninth-level powerhouses now.

Even if Wen Zilong is going to fight against the dragon now, he doesn't think there is anything strange.

At this moment, Wen Zilong watched those people rush towards him.

He casually plucked an unknown purple flower from the flower bed next to the steps.

Gently blow, the petals fly.

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

The next moment, the three purple petals flew towards the two hundred people around them.

whoosh whoosh—

The speed of these petals completely exceeded the expectations of these people.

Just three seconds.

The more than two hundred guys who were aggressive just now all fell to the ground from various angles and positions in an instant.

There is a longitudinal bloody hole on their forehead and back of their heads.

Those three petals couldn't be seen to be purple at all at this moment.

All turned blood red.

The first layer of the Sword of the Great River, combined with the 130-meter-long Pojun Sword Qi.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can all be swords.

This is Wen Zilong's current state.

Ling Xueer didn't even react, these strong men had already fallen down one after another.

The old devil was also slightly shocked.

He knew that the Dragon Emperor was very strong, but he never expected to be so strong.

And Wen Zilong was a little happy in his heart.

Because he found that Po Jun had grown again.