Two Thousand Four Hundred and Sixteenth Battle 4

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

The thirteenth prince and his party, who were rushing to Heifengling with all their strength, undoubtedly made people feel the seriousness of the matter.

At the same time, the supporters of the Ninth Prince in the palace felt a little worried.

The thirteen princes are all the leading emperors of the Eight Great Empires, with prehistoric blood in their bodies, and they are almost invincible in this first round, and they are in the limelight.

His own strength, among the many princes, may be ranked in the top three. Because some princes may not be as weak as they appear on the surface, but there is absolutely no problem with his strength ranking in the top five.

As for the Ninth Prince, Wang Yan, who is away all year round, the power in the imperial capital is almost zero.

Most of the diners who can be recruited rely on Xiao Chen's relationship and the resources of Yanyu Building.

Comparing the two, there is a huge gap in strength.

In Heifeng Ridge, the battle is in full swing.

With one against two, the Golden Crow Empire's Haokai battled Xia Houzun and Bai Yunfei, as well as the difficult Thunder and Lightning White Python.

Despite his overwhelming superiority in cultivation, neither Xia Houzun nor Bai Yunfei dared to fight him head-on.

But the two of them are both top-notch geniuses, with smart decisions and astonishing savvy. Relying on his powerful background, he was able to drag Haokai back to his death when dealing with Haokai.

In addition, the white python is elusive, and if you don't pay attention, it will cause serious damage.

No matter how angry Hao Kai was, for a while, he couldn't get rid of the two of them. Unable to free up his hands, he helped Ninth Prince Wang Yan.

As for Feng Lao and Tuoba Yun, the two of them started fighting early.

Each sacrificed a low-grade Horcrux and forbidden treasure, with full firepower, Dao domain collided with Dao domain, and forbidden treasure competed with forbidden treasure. There is no distinction between top and bottom. Without external force, it is difficult to tell the winner.

But as time goes by, when the thirteenth prince's army arrives, the advantage will be revealed immediately.

The balance of time is not like that of Feng Lao, if he continues to fight, there is no guarantee that his mood will not change.

In the palace, the princes from all walks of life, bigwigs from all over the world, and wealthy families are the focus of real attention.

It was Qin Ming and the Ninth Prince Wang Yan!

Qin Ming's strength,

Needless to say, its fame has been around for a long time. Among the leaders of the Eight Great Empires, he was the number one, and was trained by the entire Golden Dragon Clan as the next prince.

He himself did not waste these resources.

Since his debut, with various achievements, he has forcibly earned the title of Dragon God Prince, which shows that his reputation is not in vain.

But the Ninth Prince Wang Yan, although he is away all year round, leads the army to fight.

But compared to talent, blood and resources, they are all inferior, and the only advantage is only one point.

Holding the Yanhuang sword in hand, one can wield a strength that is superior to other leaders. The luck of the dragon in the sword can be converted into its own combat power at any time.

The two looked at each other, competing with each other, looking for flaws in each other.

Qin Ming's expression was indifferent, neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes, and he flew away with the power of an emperor dragon. Faintly, it turned into a golden dragon, entrenched in the sky, condescending, overlooking the common people.

Clothes fluttering, hair long, automatic without wind. The handsome facial features, with distinct water chestnuts and corners, are as sharp as a ghost's ax and knife, with boundless sharpness.

Wang Yan held the Yanhuang sword in his hand, his eyes were solemn, and he felt a lot of pressure.

His cultivation base is lower than the opponent's, only the realm of the two-lined emperor, and the opponent's dragon bloodline, the momentum is much weaker.

If it wasn't for the Yanhuang sword in hand, it would have been useless.

But his dark eyes did not show a trace of timidity, they were firm and calm. There is also endless killing intent, turning into a ferocious beast, hiding in the depths of the eyes.

This is the way of killing!

Even if you are defeated, you will never be timid. Once you identify the enemy, you will fight to the death without stopping.

It was precisely because of this sense of determination that Qin Ming did not act rashly, and only used the general trend to slowly suppress it.

rustle!

During this confrontation, Qin Ming took a step forward without haste.

He took this step very slowly.

As if the passage of time slowed down with this foot, the scenery in all directions was affected by it and slowed down.

slow!

However, Wang Yan, who was holding the hilt of the sword, was unable to draw the sword out of its sheath.

Although the opponent was slow, he had no flaws, and there was even a hint of momentum in the movement of his feet, which made people feel dignified.

But if the sword is not in its sheath, there may be no chance to draw the sword when the opponent's foot falls.

This sword must be pulled out!

In Wang Yan's eyes, the killing intent was like thousands of sparks, slowly condensing.

At the moment when he was about to condense, when the Yanhuang sword was about to be drawn out of its sheath, Qin Ming's foot suddenly picked up quickly.

quick!

When he was slow, time was frozen, when he got up for a moment. The boundless starry sky that is within reach in the sky is shocked, the starry sky is picturesque, turning and moving!

boom!

Dragons chanted everywhere, the star map changed, and before the sword in Wang Yan's hand was out of its sheath, Qin Ming's kick came down.

Immediately, a wave of Emperor Dragon's power burst out from under his feet.

A gentleman is like a dragon, he is strong with the sky, and strives constantly for self-improvement!

With a soft shout, the power of the golden emperor dragon visible to the naked eye swept across all directions. Before the sparks of thousands of killing intents in Wang Yan's eyes could condense, his whole body was blown away, and his aura was shattered.

Geography Kun, a gentleman carries things with virtue!

boom!

The whole ground trembled and exploded, thousands of dragon shadows burst out, and Qin Ming soared into the sky. His own power of the Emperor Dragon skyrocketed in an instant, and his flickering speed was a line faster than Wang Yan's flying upside down.

With astonishing speed, he just killed Wang Yan out of thin air, and blasted out with an Emperor Dragon Fist.

Wang Yan, who was flying in the air, his face changed slightly, and he had to give up and continue drawing his sword. Holding the hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other, the horizontal sword is in front.

The spirit in the body was injected into it with the way of killing, the dragon luck of the sword body skyrocketed, and a dragon shadow swam around the scabbard.

clang!

Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his arm was numb, and the Yanhuang Sword almost fell out of his hand.

He was sent flying by the force of this punch.

Before taking off and landing, Qin Ming looked indifferent, bullied him, and continued to attack.

In an instant, the power of the golden dragon spread out in an all-round way.

The sky is full of golden dragon shadows, covering the sky and covering the earth, covering the sky and the sun. The Emperor Dragon Fist, which is known as the world's number one boxing technique, has such an attacking momentum that it makes people completely overwhelmed.

In the palace hall, through the huge light curtain, everyone could feel the aggressive and frightening fist light.

The strength of Dilong Fist is evident.

The fists are powerful, whistling like the wind, and every time the punch is thrown out, the dragon shadow can be seen roaring.

After repeated punches, the flickering dragon shadow, because the fist light was too fast, could only see the golden light flashing, Wang Yan gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold on.

Qin Ming made up his mind that he would never give Wang Yan the chance to draw his sword, because this kind of person practiced the way of killing.

It's fine if you don't draw the sword, once you draw the sword, no matter how badly injured you are, it can explode with amazing lethality.

In the palace hall, among the clouds, Emperor Yan frowned slightly, but there was nothing he could do.

Wang Yan can now abstain and leave. If he does not abstain, he will be beaten to death, even if he is the Emperor Yan, he will have nothing to say.

"That's it!"

Qin Ming, who looked indifferent, saw Wang Yan's huge opening, and gave a cold shout, and the countless dragon shadows permeated this world. All of them gathered in Qin Ming's fist, and this punch was sent out.

Wang Yan could no longer hold the Yanhuang sword in his hand, and the long sword was thrown out of his hand and thrown high into the sky.

But Qin Ming's explosive fist light continued to strike at his chest without mercy.

"Your Highness!"

Feng Lao, who was fighting with Tuoba Yun at the side, saw this scene, his expression became anxious, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Wang Yan's eyes were dull, and he looked at the air a little silly, throwing golden eyes that flew out.

He turned a deaf ear to Qin Ming's fist light that continued to fall, and only had the sword in his eyes.

"hateful!"

Tiance Scholar, who was seriously injured and unable to move at the back, was burning with anxiety, his eyes slightly moistened, and shouted anxiously: "Your Highness abstain! Abstain! Abstain!"

If you don't abstain, with this punch, you are really not far from death.

Wang Yan looked at the Yanhuang Sword dangling in the sky, and thought a lot at this moment.

He thought of the tragic death of his mother when he was young, the helplessness of offending his thirteenth brother and being forced to leave the imperial city, the cruelty of fighting on the battlefield, and Xiao Chen's scolding that day...what do you want.

Abstain?

no way!

In the binoculars, thousands of killing intents condensed into sparks again, and the flames of killing intent burned blazingly in the eyes.

Terrible killing intent erupted from Wang Yan's body. The moment Qin Ming's punch landed on his chest, he used his finger as a sword and stabbed Qin Ming's chest in the same way.

Pooh!

A bloody hole the size of a bowl appeared in the Ninth Prince's chest, and he was completely blown away.

Qin Ming didn't take a step back, but when he landed, he stretched out his hand to wipe his chest.

His hands were covered with blood, and a gash appeared on his chest, and the blood gushed out like a spring. Wang Yan's last sword also pierced through his dragon power.

"court death."

Qin Ming was furious all of a sudden, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he killed him again.

But at this moment, a smear of blood burst into the sky like fireworks.

Youdao figure jumped up and grabbed the Yanhuang sword in the air.

Then, like a meteor falling to the ground, he stood in front of Wang Yan and caught the punch.

Boom!

The moment the two fists collided, the man didn't move a single step, the dragon's chant was everywhere in his body, facing the overwhelming power of the emperor dragon, he stood still without fear.

"Emperor Dragon Fist, Yulong Feitian!"

Qin Ming's face changed slightly, and he punched out, following his orders, dragons flew into the sky.

"Supreme Dragon Fist, no other dragon!"

The person who came was not in a hurry, and also punched out, and the dragons ordered by Qin Ming met at the moment when their fists collided. It turned into thousands of lights and shadows, scattered away, like headless flies in the air.

"Emperor Dragon Fist, Qunlong Bend!"

Qin Ming was furious, this was the first time this happened, he immediately wiped away his divine essence, and punched again. Forcibly letting thousands of dragons and dragon shadows gather under his fist light again in the sky, swooping down.

"Supreme Dragon Fist, angry at injustice!"

Qin Ming was angry, but the person who came was even angrier than him. What was angry was this piece of heaven ruled by the evil dragon. This day is unfair, so I blow up this piece of sky and return my Qingming.

boom!

With one punch, all the dragon shadows facing down were shattered, the sky was clear, and the vast starry sky reappeared.

In the midst of venting with Xingguang, Xiao Chen said softly: "I will also punch you back, I am the only one!"

What is supreme?

In heaven and earth, I am the only one!