Dragon Prince Yuan

After Zhou Yuan and swallowed the third strong people, the balance was finally broken. With the exception of Qiyuan, the only three strong people left in the direction of Daqi in the first place changed color, and there was no hesitation, and they withdrew.

And as the three strong people of the early realm retreated, the downward convergence of the offensive also instantly collapsed, and a large number of army crying dads shouted madly backwards, tramplers don't know much.

On the whole side of the line, there was a morale failure.

Boom!

Zhou Qiyuan and Qiyuan once again regretted, all of them retreated dozens of steps. Qiyuan's breath and blood rose. He looked at the army that had collapsed beneath him, and his throat was still slightly sweet. Almost a bite of blood erupted.

How could he not have thought that this would be the way things were going?

“Qiyuan, today's momentum has gone, let's back off.” Behind that Qiyuan, Zhao Tianlun's three remaining strong people emerged with ugly faces.

In the current situation, it is clear that the victory has biased the week.

Qi Yuanqi's face was distorted. He planned it for many years in order to take Qi Dynasty Week. However, today's World War I, many years of operation, was completely transformed into a shadow. Obviously, after that, Week no longer had his foothold.

“Huh, traitor wants to leave today, I'm afraid it's not as easy as you think!” Far away in the air, Qiyuan held a nine-flame gun, Mori Cold Road.

Behind them, Wei Lan, the Black Drug King, and Zhouyuan and Swallow in silver armor, all came together, and Tiger stared at Qiyuan and others.

Qiyuan blushed. "Zhou Engine, don't be too proud. It's hard to say who loses today! ”

When the voice fell, Qi Yuan grabbed the palm of his hand and suddenly a golden light emerged from his hand. In the midst of the golden light surge, there was a tremendous amount of pressure emanating from it.

The power, the pound, is vast, like the power of the king.

Everyone looked at the golden light and seemed to be a scroll.

Zhao Tianlun and others were also shocked. He immediately lost his voice and shouted: “Is this the sacred decree of Wu Wang?! ”

The pressure on that scroll, they are too familiar, is certainly owned by the great Wu Dynasty.

“How dare you possess a martial arts decree?” Zhao Tianlun looked at Qiyuan's eyes and was full of envy. This Wu Wang's sacred decree is not a general sacred decree. In a sense, it represents Wu Wang's identity, and most importantly, it is a source of treasure, and gives Wu Wang's will and luck to the Great Wu Dynasty.

In possession of this object, many commanding ministers within the Great Wu Dynasty have to kneel.

Most importantly, this “Wu Wang Holy Spirit” can summon a projection of the Wu Wang with powerful power.

Therefore, this “Wu Wang Holy Order” is extremely valuable and extremely difficult to create, even within the Great Wu Dynasty, it is extremely rare to have a "Wu Wang Holy Order”.

No one thought that Qiyuan had a "Wu Wang Holy Order” in his hand!

The golden sanctuary was designed to shine in Qiyuan's hands, and the majesty of the king dissipated, making one unbearably want to kneel down.

However, Zhou Qiyuan looked at the golden sacred decree, but the extremely cold color appeared in his eyes. Qiyuan, with the sacred decree of Wu Wang, ran to him all week to show off Wuyangwei?

“Zhou Qiang, I couldn't give up this treasure, but by then, I'll have to take it out.” Qiyuan bit his teeth, this Wuwang's sacrament can only be used once, and then the power will dissipate, so Qiyuan has no choice but to use it.

Qiyuan stared at Zhou Engine, and his face suddenly emerged with a strong irony.

“Zhou Qiang, when you lost to Wu Wang's hand, you were cut off an arm, leaving a shadow in your heart, your strength greatly decreased, you can no longer progress. Today, I will use Wu Wang's projection to kill you! ”

“I want you to know how incompetent you are, he is the true king compared to Wu Wang! ”

Qiyuan laughed loudly. At the same time, he had no further hesitation. The golden scroll in his hand spread suddenly. In that golden light, it seemed like there was a figure.

That figure, unable to see clearly, seemed to be sitting on a dragon chair, a pair of eyes full of majesty, looked down, and any person with whom he looked would be deterred by the threat of the Kings.

Moreover, what is most striking is that the source gas fluctuations emanating from the golden light man's shadow have certainly reached the point of being too primitive!

The only two people present, Zhou Engine and Qiyuan, clearly reached the triple day of the original land, while the rest of them were all located on the double day.

And the first five heavens are clearly overwhelming everyone here.

That golden phantom sits on a dragon chair, obviously just a shadow, but it directly calms the heavens and the earth.

“Is that the King of Wu? ”

Zhou Yuan also looked at the golden shadow, his fists tight, and there was a cold flow in his eyes. This is the man who put him on the cold altar, took his luck of the Holy Dragon, and sealed that resentment in his body, forming a resentment dragon poison?

“Wu Wang... Wu Xuan! ”

Before Zhou Yuan, Zhou Qiang's body was shaking slightly. He stared dead at the golden figure, with blood filaments climbing wildly in his eyes. In that time, that is, outside of this great Zhou city, he fought with Wu Wang and was severed by him, even watching him take away his son's luck.

The scene, revealed again from the depths of memory, was bloody and painful into the bone marrow.

Looking at Zhou Engine's appearance, Qiyuan's eyes were also overwhelmed with pleasure. He grinned and shook the golden sacred spirit in his hand. All he saw was the golden figure on the dragon chair slowly stood up. The alarming source gas fluctuated. Since its eruption, it shook Tianyu.

Zhou Yuan's face was heavy, and the power of the Five Heavens of the Initial Realm was enough to reverse Qi Wang's disadvantage again.

“Together, this power of the Holy Spirit is strong but unsustainable.” Zhou Yuan looked at Wei Cang et al., silently.

Others nodded, facing a five-day opponent who was too primitive, either one of them would be slaughtered.

However, just as the gas poured around them, the Zhou engine standing in front of them suddenly reached out and stopped them.

“My lord?” Wei looked at Zhou Engine in confusion.

Zhou Yuan also looked over.

Zhou Operator's hand held a red nine-flame gun. His body was obviously trembling constantly. In his eyes, he climbed out with blood silk. He stared dead at the golden figure.

A moment later, a hissing voice came out of his mouth.

“He, I'll take care of it. ”

Wei Lan heard that his face changed from time to time and couldn't help but say: “Don't be impulsive, Your Majesty, the Golden Shadow of the Holy Spirit... but it is too primitive for five heavens! ”

The current Zhou engine is just too primitive!

Zhou Yuan's face is also a bit of a change.

Zhou Engine turned his head slowly. He looked at Zhou Yuan and his voice shrugged: “When I lost, he left a shadow in my heart, causing my strength to drop dramatically, and I couldn't get in...”

“This Kan, I must walk by myself, or I will stop here permanently. ”

Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Qiang, full of blood silk and stubborn eyes, his nose slightly acidic, how he did not know that Zhou Qiang had probably lived in that shadow all these years.

And now, how can the appearance of this holy golden figure not give Zhou Engine a chance?

However, this opportunity is likely to fail, so... Zhou Engine will never get out of that shadow again in his life.

How much courage would it take to make this decision?

Zhou Engine looked at Zhou Yuan, his eyes suddenly got warmer. He patted Zhouyuan's shoulder lightly. "It was my father's fault that I didn't protect you, but... this time, I won't let him hurt you in front of me at all. ”

It was his last pride as a father.

When the voice fell, Zhou Engine was no longer easy. The nine flame guns in his hand violently shook, moving up slowly, pointing far away at that Wuwang Jin Shadow.

“Wu Xuan, come on! ”