Two Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight Xiao Suo Shot

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

What was originally tacitly understood was suddenly pointed out in public by Emperor Yan, which caused quite a commotion.

After all, the identity of a demon warrior is still very sensitive.

However, Yancheng, the imperial capital, is the number one city in the world, and it can be said to be the center of the entire universe. Although the Tianwu Dynasty and the Shenwu Dynasty are stronger, they are far less open than the Yanwu Dynasty because of the constraints of the Hunyuan Palace and the Xuantian Holy Land behind them.

Even in Yancheng, the capital of the imperial capital, it would not really cause much surprise to meet a demon warrior.

It is also tacitly understood by everyone that there will be demon warriors participating in every battle for the crown prince. Strictly speaking, Xiao Chen can be regarded as half a demon warrior, so it is difficult to determine the nature of this matter.

Dynasty, just turn a blind eye and close one eye, anyway, these demon warriors dare not really make a scene.

They all have self-knowledge and will not do things that go too far.

But this year, something is out of the ordinary.

The battle for the crown prince involved the birth of the Immortal Palace, which attracted the attention of too many demon forces. Almost all of the eight major forces have arrived, and the magic warriors are far away.

Yanhuang's words were not aimed at the Demon God Temple and the Underworld Temple.

The implication is that it also has the purpose of deterring Hunyuan Palace and other super forces, so tell them.

This place is, after all, the territory of my Yanwu Dynasty. You all have a lot of background and cannot afford to offend. But don't go too far, don't really pretend that I don't know you exist.

On the royal platform, Xiao Chen whispered softly: "Ninth Prince, it seems that your worries are overstated."

A look of doubt flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and he muttered: "I thought Father didn't know about the collusion between elder brother and Monster Dynasty. It seems that everything is under his control, but why... the other party is my Blood Moon Dynasty. enemy?"

The Tiance scholar cleared his doubts and said: "Your Highness, this matter involves the birth of the Immortal Palace, and it is related to the only Horcrux in the world. If it is the Yanhuang senior, they will drive out the people from the Temple of the Underworld and the Temple of the Demon God. The other party will definitely not let it go. When you think about it, what will happen?"

Wang Yan is not stupid, and soon realized: "In time, the battle for the prince may not go on at all. The Void God powerhouses of the Temple of the Underworld and the Blood Martial Dynasty may commit suicide and attack the ancient tomb of Emperor Yan. Others Super powers will definitely fish in troubled waters and disrupt the situation!"

Thinking about it this way,

Wang Yan only felt that his back was cold, and he could predict that there would be a catastrophe at that time!

The foundation of the entire Yanwu Dynasty might be in danger of being shaken.

Tiance Scholar nodded and said: "That's right, it's better to block it than to block it. The current situation is actually the best."

Xiao Chen admired this quite a lot, Yanhuang's courage and vision are indeed beyond the reach of others.

The Ninth Prince is still a little young. He has been fighting against enemies all year round, and the world in his eyes is either black or white. Today's events, for him, can be regarded as learning a little about the emperor's pattern.

After some words, Emperor Yan stood in the air and announced loudly: "The competition for the quota starts now, draw your sword!"

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yan's figure disappeared.

clang!

Immediately afterwards, on the Sifang Wangtai, there was a continuous crisp sound, which was the sound of the long sword being unsheathed.

In the hands of the princes, there is an imitation Yanhuang sword.

Although it is a counterfeit product, it is related to the original product. In a critical moment, it can even summon the original Yanhuang Sword for blessing. It is a very special Horcrux.

What's more special is that each imitation of the Yanhuang Sword contains the different ways of each prince.

For example, the Ninth Prince, he has been guarding the border all year round, resisting enemies and killing demons, and what he has obtained is the way of killing.

When the crown prince dispute is over, there will only be one copy of Yanhuang Sword.

This one will carry its own way, accept inheritance, and become the supreme new holy sword, leading the Yanwu Dynasty.

Clang!

The Yanhuang sword in Wang Yan's hand took out the sheath and turned into a brilliance. Insert it directly in front of the royal platform.

The dragon luck contained in the sword condensed into substance, and turned into a nine-foot dragon shadow, lingering and hovering above the king's platform.

Suddenly, in the sky of the Martial Arts Field, dragons are fighting for the top. The dragon roared angrily, and the dragon's might was lost, covering the sky and the sun.

Above the palace, the clouds rolled and visions appeared frequently.

Looking from all directions, the Dragon Luck is the strongest in the sky above the royal platform where the eldest prince is. The dragon shadow was eighteen feet long, lingering on the royal platform, not understanding but not angry. But he was not angry and pretentious, and frightened all directions, showing the demeanor of a strong man.

Next are the Eighth Prince Wang Feng and the Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi.

The two dragon shadows are both sixteen feet long, and the dragon shadows are flamboyant, constantly teasing the dragon shadow on the eldest prince's throne, and their intention to compete is self-evident.

Most of the rest of the princes are the same as the Ninth Princes, with a shadow of nine feet. There are only a few princes, and Long Yun seems much weaker, which is very obvious in this group of dragons fighting for the top.

If there is no accident, these princes with weak dragon luck will be the targets of the strong dragon to devour them later.

The competition for places will definitely be targeted as the priority opponent.

"What a surprise, the Ninth Prince's dragon shadow is nine feet long. When did his dragon luck become so strong?"

"That's right, the Ninth Prince's sense of existence has always been weak, and he obviously has no intention of competing for supremacy, and his background is not shallow."

"But that's all. The ones who are truly powerful are the eldest prince, eighth prince and thirteenth prince. The fortune of the dragon is really extraordinary, and it is far away from other princes."

"Have you noticed the sixth prince, Wang Ming? Although his dragon shadow looks small, his body has actually circled several times. In fact, it is at least thirteen feet long. This man hides so deeply!"

"You haven't noticed it unless you say it. The sixth prince really doesn't show his face, and if he doesn't make a sound, he's going to be a blockbuster!"

"Look, the competition for the number of places has begun. The Eighth Prince made the move first and picked the Nineteenth Prince."

In the Cloud Palace, the princes who had noticed the sixth prince, Wang Ming, all turned their heads to look.

The eighth prince, Wang Feng, was the first to send out his disciples to challenge the nineteenth prince.

The dragon shadow of the nineteenth prince is only eight feet long, obviously unable to send out any strong followers.

With a wry smile, the nineteenth prince said helplessly: "I don't even want to compete for the throne, I just want to try my luck in the ancient tomb, and I won't let this go..."

Instead of choosing to resist fearlessly, the nineteenth prince directly abstained, allowing the opponent to win.

He lost a spot because he didn't want to fight, but he wanted to keep his strong followers and fight other princes.

Because it is clear that the eighth prince can't compete with the powerful, there is no need to do more useless work.

The Eighth Prince was victorious and easily won a quota, which immediately sounded the clarion call of the battle for quotas.

A slightly chaotic challenge was staged simultaneously on the arena in the martial arts arena.

In front of each royal platform, there is a ring, and the opponent wants to fight. Just jump onto the arena and set up the flag of your own prince. The rules are simple and clear.

"Feng Lao, should we take the initiative to fight, or wait for the challenge from others."

Wang Yan asked Feng Lao, who was the oldest among his disciples, that this Feng Lao was a master in the army, with profound cultivation and rich experience.

Looking around, Feng Lao pondered and said: "Our background is a little weak, so we should try not to expose it on our own initiative, and wait for others to fight."

"Senior Haokai, what do you think?"

Wang Yan swept his gaze and landed on Hao Kai of the Golden Crow Empire, who was comparable to Feng Lao in cultivation. They are all five-veined Dacheng emperors, containing the blood of the Golden Crow, not to mention experience, and their combat effectiveness is even stronger.

"I have no objection, but according to the prince's order."

Wang Yan asked Xiao Chen and Tiance Scholar again, and both of them said that they don't need to take the initiative to fight, so they followed everyone's advice.

"coming."

Xiao Chen glanced, and saw a flag falling on the ring in front of the king's platform.

"At dusk in Xiaduanmu, by order of the Fourth Prince, come to ask the Ninth Prince for a place."

The visitor was dressed in brocade clothes, looked like a middle-aged man, and his words were not sharp, but he was a Dacheng emperor with four veins.

Wang Yan smiled slightly: "It turns out that he is a master of the Duanmu family. Which one of you would like to fight against him?"

"Let me do it."

Xiao Suo rushed out immediately and challenged Wang Yan.

"I am also willing to fight to win this person for the Ninth Prince."

Among Wang Yan's disciples, another young man stood up, his brows were sharp and full of fighting spirit.

This person's name is Jin Mingxiu, and he is a strange person that Wang Yan took the initiative to recruit with the help of the resources of the Yanyu Tower, and was recommended by Su Ye himself.

Wang Yan said with a soft smile: "Mingxiu, please be safe and don't be impatient. Since Captain Xiao spoke first, this battle will be fought by Captain Xiao."

Jin Mingxiu was a little dissatisfied, but he followed the order and retreated.

Whoosh!

Xiao Suo moved and landed heavily on the ring, looking at the opponent calmly.

A trace of doubt flashed in Duanmu's eyes. He thought that the other party would send Feng Lao or Hao Kai, or at least Xiao Chen, who was famous in the imperial capital.

Unexpectedly, he would be so contemptuous of him and send an unknown person who is the emperor of the three veins.

"It seems that the Ninth Prince really has no ambition to compete for the throne, so I will accept this quota."

Seeing that the opponent was not Xiao Chen, nor Feng Lao and Hao Kai, the restraint and seniority in Duanmu's eyes disappeared, and he became a little arrogant.

Xiao Suo grinned, this smile...

The sky was turbulent, the sea of ​​blood was churning, and he who looked old-fashioned without showing any sharpness, his imperial prestige skyrocketed.

Between the eyebrows, there is a bloody imprint that shines with dazzling light.

With a wave of his hand, the Scarlet Blood War Banner appeared, without a word of nonsense, with a violent and bloodthirsty aura, he just rushed over.

Duanmu was taken aback in the evening, he never expected that an unknown person would be so domineering.

When he woke up, the Scarlet Blood Battle Flag had already swept over.

Clap clap!

The bloody battle flag, like waves undulating, unleashed a continuous stamina.

Duanmu Huangwan slapped three palms in a row, each time he slapped a wave of energy.

But one wave after another, the offensive contained in the red blood battle flag is continuous and endless.

With the legend left by the Scarlet Blood King, in the hands of Xiao Suo, the glory of the past has been restored.

After ten moves, Duanmu Huangwan had already retreated to the edge of the ring, and there was no way to retreat.

Just when he wanted to sacrifice his natal Horcrux and fight to the death, the king of strength was in a rage.

Xiao Suo yelled, the sea of ​​blood churned, he was on the top of the waves, he rolled the battle flag lightly, like a long spear, pierced out condescendingly.

Bang bang bang!

Duanmu dusk condensed the light waves with the power of the avenue, shattered layer by layer, and the red blood battle flag smashed through all its defense methods.

"I surrender."

Seeing Xiao Suo's desperate and violent momentum gradually approaching, Duanmu Huangwan was terrified.

Feeling that if he continues to fight, he will undoubtedly lose, and he will suffer heavy injuries, so he hastily admit defeat.

"Concession."

After defeating the opponent with ten moves, Xiao Suo took away the fourth prince's king flag and returned to the king platform.

"good!"

Wang Yan's eyes were full of joy, and he gave a big praise, his eyes were full of excitement.

In this battle, Xiao Suo helped him show his edge, making people dare not look down upon him.