Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Six, the Blood Moon Lifts Into the Sky, and the Demon King's Sword Appears

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

Wash away all the lead, and illuminate three lives!

Above the altar illuminated by the bright holy light, the three spatula lights meet and run through Wang Fei.

Its vitality is visible to the naked eye, and it is rapidly losing its vitality. No matter how the imperial dragon veins are replenished with dragon yuan, it cannot alleviate the loss of vitality.

The three figures gradually overlapped, as if time and space overlapped, and many images flashed across. They are all Xiao Chen's present, past and future, but the picture is blurred and distorted, fleeting, and it is impossible to see the scene clearly.

No one expected this scene...

From beginning to end, Xiao Chen did not have an advantage, facing Wang Fei, who had the dragon veins of the dynasty. Almost no one thought that Wang Fei could be defeated, and even if he could be defeated, it would be impossible to kill him like this.

But Wang Fei is going to die now, the truth is so real, it can't be fake at all!

"Damn it, why did this happen, how did Wang Fei die..."

In the cloud palace, the ancestor of the Taimiao was completely dumbfounded, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

Although Wang Fei's vitality is still alive now, but at their level, it can be seen that Wang Fei is dead.

The moment the three swords met, Wang Fei died.

Now it's just that Dynasty Dragon Vessel uses its own supreme dragon essence to forcefully renew its life, but it's like filling a leaky bottle with water.

No matter how much water you have, you can't fill the bottle up, it will run out eventually.

"The ancestor..."

The other clan elders were flustered and looked at the ancestors of the Taimiao at a loss. Besides, what should we do if Wang Fei is dead?

In their plan, there is no such thing as Wang Fei's death.

With the imperial dragon veins on his body, he is an invincible existence in the ancient tomb of Emperor Yan. He is the god of that world, how could he die in the hands of others.

Once Wang Fei died, there were still many plans behind, which could not be implemented at all.

The suppressed Yanhuang's complexion changed slightly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the Yanhuang sword trembled slightly in his hand.

sword,

It can be pulled out again.

But Yanhuang's face was ashen, he didn't have the desire to draw his sword at all, and his heart was deadly silent, without any thoughts.

He should hate Xiao Chen, but he can't. It was the ancestors of Taimiao who pushed Wang Fei to the front, to the edge of the abyss...

But the elders of the clan in Taimiao Ancestral Hall are all uncles, so he can't hate them either.

Now, he is a loser, and the elders of the Taimiao Ancestral Hall are also losers.

Is the Yanwu Dynasty really catastrophic?

Thinking of this, Emperor Yan couldn't help closing his eyes in despair, feeling disheartened.

In the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan.

A group of Dacheng emperors who were fighting stopped their movements at the same time, and looked at Wang Fei who was pierced by three knives on the altar with some doubts.

"Brother is dying?"

The expressions of the eighth prince and the thirteenth prince changed slightly, with surprise and joy in their eyes.

Once the eldest prince dies, the serious troubles of his confidants will be completely eliminated, and his servants will also be forcibly teleported out.

When the time comes, the crown prince will only be between the two of them.

No, there is one more person...

Wang Feng said lightly: "The next one must be Lao Jiu, you have no objection."

The thirteenth prince, Wang Yi, said with a sneer: "It's exactly what I want."

The two didn't feel sorry for Wang Fei's death at all, instead they quickly locked on the next competitor.

So cool, it's shocking.

At present, only the Ninth Prince is still refining the Yanhuang Sword. If he is allowed to perfectly integrate his own Dao with the Dragon Veins of the Dynasty.

With him killing Dao, he is enough to become the second "Elder Prince".

"this?"

Yan Cangming, who was talking with Lin Feng, was taken aback and his expression changed wildly.

He frowned, and his eyes fell on Master Xi who was in the distance. The other party still had a calm face, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.

"You are surprised, it seems that Wang Fei really shouldn't die?"

Lin Feng keenly noticed some secrets hidden in Yan Cangming's expression, it seemed that there was something else hidden.

Yan Cangming withdrew his gaze, and pondered: "If that person is willing, no one can kill Wang Fei. Since Wang Fei is dead, it means that the eldest prince is useless. Brother, I can't understand this game of chess right now." , if you can, I hope you can help me at critical times. From the standpoint of a Jiaoren, help me as a junior, the world will undergo great changes, and my Jiaoren clan is facing a once-in-a-hundred-year opportunity!"

Whoosh!

These words were spoken by Voice Transmitter and Lin Feng. After speaking, they walked away, leaving only Lin Feng in a daze.

The world is about to undergo major changes, and the Jiao people are facing a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-year opportunity.

Brother, you have to help me... Lin Feng was thinking about the words left by Yan Cangming in his mind.

And the most important thing is, who is the person Yan Cangming is talking about? Listening to his tone, even he feels awe.

Who is it that is so terrifying?

call out!

Xiao Chen's three figures gradually overlapped, as if time and space overlapped, and many scenes flashed by.

The picture is full of Xiao Chen's past, present and future, but the scene is distorted and blurred, fleeting, and it is hard to see clearly.

A streak of bloody fireworks rushed over, and the Demon Blood Vulture fell from the sky, catching Xiao Chen who was shaking.

Xiao Chen put the knife back into its sheath, clutching the wound on his chest, his face pale.

The knife just now is neither Sanshenghua nor Sanshenghua.

It is the three-life flower that he used the concept of reincarnation to urge Maya to break the saber and display it.

Traveling through the past and the future, Wang Fei, who has shown his flaws, will undoubtedly die.

I wanted to use the more powerful Sha Wushi, but Sha Wushe is difficult to control, and there is no certainty of success. He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and use the relatively mature Sanshenghua, otherwise he would not be able to kill the eldest prince who was one with the sky.

Regardless of any serious injury, relying on the terrifying Longyuan, Wang Fei can recover instantly, and he is almost immortal.

But Xiao Chen's eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't feel relaxed at all.

The moment he cast Sanshenghua, he felt a terrifying killing intent, and the fear brought by that killing intent was something he had never seen before.

For a moment, he could hardly use it successfully, and even thought of giving up.

But after that person seemed to be certain of something, the killing intent suddenly disappeared, and Sanshenghua successfully cast it.

What are you sure about?

There was a bright light in Xiao Chen's eyes, he chose to give up after he was sure that my knife would definitely kill Wang Fei.

Yes, it must be so.

If my knife can only seriously injure Wang Fei, he will stop the knife. If he could kill it, he would choose to give up and enjoy the benefits.

There is only one reason to explain it, and he couldn't kill Wang Fei who was one with the sky in Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.

Or you have to pay a lot of money to do it, so I just let me kill it.

His eyes fell on Xi under the altar, who was dressed in black and had a mask on his left eye. Doubts flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes.

But even if someone took advantage of him, Xiao Chen didn't have any regrets in his heart.

He had three purposes for coming to Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.

Assisting Wang Yan to become the crown prince, waiting for the birth of the fairy palace, the third purpose he never told anyone.

It is only deeply hidden in his heart, but he has never forgotten it, like a sharp knife, engraved in his heart one by one.

Kill Wang Fei!

Wang Fei must die, and Wang Fei must pay the price for the death of his junior nephew Ling Yu.

Even if he has to bear the endless pursuit of the entire Taimiao and Ancestral Hall, he will kill Wang Fei.

On that day, when Ling Yu committed suicide, he swore in his heart that he had been waiting for this day for a long time!

Wang Fei's body fell from the altar, feeling that his vitality was gone like quicksand, his eyes were full of despair.

Unwilling, he was unwilling to die like this.

Seeing Xi under the altar, a glimmer of hope surged in Wang Fei's despairing eyes.

This man who has been unable to see through has terrifying strength, maybe... maybe he has a chance.

"Master Xi, save me...I'm dead, and you have no chance."

Wang Fei looked at Xi longingly and murmured.

Xi said calmly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, you are already dead, and you cannot be saved even if the true god is born."

"No!"

Holding the Yanhuang sword weakly, Wang Fei shouted in despair, but no amount of despair could change the fact. When he fell to the ground, his body dissipated like quicksand.

On and off the court, everyone saw this scene in disbelief.

Invincible, clamoring that those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish, united with the dragon veins of the dynasty, the invincible Wang Fei just died like this.

There is no dead scum left, everyone is optimistic about this, and the person who became the prince is gone.

Hiss!

Following the death of the eldest prince, the bodies of his servants kept flickering. This is the rule of Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. After the prince who belongs to him dies, his disciples can no longer stay in Yanhuang Ancient Tomb.

But just when the figures of these people gradually blurred.

The masked man in black suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the First Prince's Yanhuang Sword.

Whoosh!

Immediately, the blade of the sword erupted with soaring magic light, and the entire sky was instantly darkened. Qinglian Shengzi and others, whose figures had already been blurred, abruptly pulled them back the moment he held the Yanhuang Sword.

"The Yanhuang Sword has some tricks, no... it should be called the Demon Emperor Sword now!"

Xi violently tore off her black robe, revealing the noble and evil dragon robe inside, which was the dragon robe of the Blood Martial Dynasty.

The black robe that was originally torn off was thrown into the air, turning into a blood moon and slowly rising into the sky.