Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

What had not been announced suddenly was publicly identified by the Emperor, causing a lot of unrest.

After all, the identity of the Devil's Path Martial Artist is sensitive.

But the Emperor Flame City, the first city in the world, is arguably the center of the entire thousand worlds. Tianwu Dynasty and Shenwu Dynasty, though stronger, can be constrained by the Mixed Yuan Palace and Xuantian Holy Land behind, far from the opening of the Flaming Wu Dynasty.

Even in Emperor Flame City, meeting Devil's Path Martial Artist won't really cause much surprise.

Every prince's battle involves the warriors of the devil, and it is something that no one can declare. Technically, Xiao Chen is also half a Demon Warrior, so it's hard to find a way to qualify this.

The dynasty, turn a blind eye, but these demonic warriors do not dare to truly overthrow the sky.

They are all self-aware and will not overdo anything.

But this session was somewhat unusual.

The battle of the Prince involved the birth of the Immortal Palace, attracting too much attention from demonic powers. Almost all of the eight superpowers have arrived, and the warriors of the Devil's Path are far ahead of their time.

The Flaming Emperor said this, except against the Demon Temple and the Underworld Temple.

Unexpectedly, it also has the purpose of deterring the Mixed Yuan Palace and other super forces, telling them.

This place, after all, is the land of my fierce martial dynasty. You can't afford it. But don't overdo it, don't really think I didn't know you existed.

On Wang Tai, Xiao Chen said softly: “Prince Jiu, it seems that you are worried too much. ”

Wang Qiang's eyes flashed with doubt and said, “I thought the father did not know that the collusion between Brother and the Monster Emperor seems to be in his hands, but why... the other side is the enemy of my Blood Moon Emperor? ”

"Your Highness, this has to do with the birth of the Immortal Palace, and it has to do with the world's only supernatural soul. In the case of the Fire Emperor, expel both the Temple of the Underworld and the Temple of the Devil. They won't stop. Think about it. What's gonna happen? ”

Wang Zheng was not stupid and soon realized clearly that: “At the opposite time, this prince's battle will not go on, I'm afraid. The powerful idols of the Temple of the Underworld and the Blood Wu Dynasty may personally kill and forcibly attack the ancient mausoleum of the Fire Emperor. Other superpowers will definitely touch the fish and disrupt the situation! ”

Thinking about it, Wang Xiao only feels the back is cold, then you can predict, a catastrophe on time!

The roots of the Flaming Martial Dynasty may all be in shaky crisis.

Tianzhi nodded: “Yes, so it's better to block it. This is actually the best situation. ”

Xiao Chen admired it. The aura and vision of the Emperor were truly very personal.

The Nine Princes are still a little young. He has always been an enemy of the outside world. The world in his eyes is either black or white. Today, for him, we learned some emperor patterns.

After a few words, the Flaming Emperor stood empty-handed and proclaimed aloud: "The battle for quotas, now begins, draw the sword!. ”

When the voice falls, the fiery figure disappears.

Clatter!

Immediately thereafter, on the Quartet King's platform, there was a continuous crisp sound, which was the sound of the long sword sheathing.

In the hands of the Prince, there is a flaming Imperial Sword imitation.

Although it is a counterfeit, it has something to do with authenticity. Even at this critical juncture, it can summon the authentic Flaming Sword to hold it. It is a very special soul tool.

More particularly, every Flaming Sword imitation contains a different path for each Prince.

For example, the Nine Princes, who truly guarded the border gates for many years, killed the demons of the Imperial Enemy, gained the path of slaughter.

When the prince's battle is over, there will be only one imitation of the Emperor's Sword of Fire.

This one will take its own path, accept the inheritance, become the supreme new sword, and lead the Flaming Martial Dynasty.

Puff

Wang Zheng's hand flamed the Emperor's sword, took the sheath out and turned it into a ray of glory. Insert it in front of the King's Taiwan.

The dragon movement contained in the sword, condensed into substance, turned into a nine-length dragon shadow, circled over the Wang Tai.

Time to play martial arts sky, dragon fight. The dragon roared, and the dragon swept away, covering the sky and covering the sky.

Above the Imperial Palace, the clouds roll over and the visions frequent.

As the Quartet sees it, the Grand Prince is located over the King's Taiwan, with the strongest dragon luck. The dragon shadow, full of eighteen husbands, wrapped around Wangtai, do not understand anger. But he was not angry with himself, he was deterred from all sides, and he was as strong as possible.

Second, the Eighth Prince Wang Feng and the Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi.

Both dragon shadows have sixteen lengths, the dragon shadow is spreading, constantly adjusting the dragon shadow on the Great Prince's Taiwan, the contention is self-evident.

Most of the remaining princes, like the Nine Princes, are the Nine Dragon Shadows. Only a handful of princes, the dragon sports appear to be much weaker, which is particularly evident in this group of dragon fights.

If not surprisingly, these less fortunate princes will be the target of Johnson Dragon swallowing later.

Quota fights will certainly be targeted as an opponent of priority challenges.

“What a surprise, the dragon shadow of the Nine Princes has nine fathers, when did his luck become so strong. ”

“Yes, the presence of the Nine Princes has always been weak, and there is clearly no ambition for ambition. ”

“But that's it, the really powerful ones are the Great Prince, the Eight Princes and the Thirteen Princes. The dragon's luck is truly extraordinary and far surpasses that of other princes. ”

“You pay attention to whether the King of the Six Princes is ringing or not. His dragon shadow may seem small, but he actually circled his body several times. In fact, there are at least thirteen lengths. This man hides so deeply! ”

“If you don't say you haven't noticed yet, these six princes really don't reveal the water, if they don't ring, it should be amazing! ”

“Look, the battle for quotas has begun. The Eight Princes first took the lead and picked the Nineteen Princes. ”

Yunnan Palace, who had noticed the royal royal royal crown of the six princes, turned his head.

Eighth Prince Wang Feng took the lead in sending visitors and challenging the nineteenth Prince.

The dragon shadow of the nineteenth prince, but the eight fathers of the district, obviously can't send a strong visitor.

With a bitter smile, the 19th prince helplessly said: “I don't want to compete for the throne, I just want to take my luck in the ancient mausoleum, and I won't let it go...”

Without the choice of fearless resistance, the nineteenth prince abstained directly, allowing the other side to win.

Lost a spot, he didn't want to fight, he wanted to keep powerful doorkeepers against other princes.

Because this scene clearly shows that the powerful Eight Princes cannot compete, there is no need to do more useless work.

The Eighth Prince's flag won, picking a spot lightly, and suddenly pulled the horn of the battle for the spot.

A slightly confusing challenge, on the stage of the martial arts, and simultaneously.

There is a ring in front of each king, and the other wants to fight. Jump to the ring stage and fly the flag of your prince. The rules are simple and clear.

“Old Wind, do we take the initiative or wait for others to challenge us? ”

Wang Xiao asked the oldest wind elder among his visitors that the wind elderly is a junior high school master, highly trained and experienced.

I swept my eyes around and the wind chanted: “We are a little weak, try not to expose ourselves, wait for others to fight. ”

“Senior Hao, what do you think. ”

Wang Qiu's eyes swept away and fell on the armor of the Jinwu Empire. He was comparable to the old wind cultivation. They are all five-vector emperors, with Golden Ox bloodlines, without talking about experience, even stronger fighting power.

“I have no objection, but by order of the Prince. ”

Wang Xiao asked Xiao Chen and Tianzhusheng again, both said they did not have to go to war on their own initiative and listened to everyone's opinions.

“Coming.”

Xiao Chen's eyes swept and he saw a flag and landed on the stage in front of Wang Tai.

“At the twilight of the lower end of the tree, at the behest of the four princes, came to ask for a place from the nine princes. ”

Someone dressed like a middle-aged man, not speaking sharply, but a great emperor of the four pulses.

Wang Yan smiled slightly: “Turns out he is a master of the Tamwood family, which of you would like to compete against each other. ”

“I'll do it. ”

Xiao So-Ma came out first and asked Wang Yi to fight.

“I would also like to take this man for the Ninth Prince in World War I. ”

Among Wang Yingmen, another young man stood up and fought wildly between the eyebrows.

His name is Kim Myung-soo, and he is a strange stranger who Wang Yip personally recommended using the resources of the fireworks building to solicit.

Wang Xiu said softly: “Ming Xiu, don't be impatient. Since Captain Xiao spoke first, let Captain Xiao fight this battle. ”

Kim Mingxiu was somewhat uncomfortable, but still retreated as expected.

Whoosh

Xiao Zhuo's body moved and fell heavily on the ring, looking calmly at each other.

Duanmu's eyes flashed a little suspicion. I thought the other party would send wind and old or hawk. If not, it would be Xiao Chen of Zhen Emperor Du.

Didn't expect, to despise him so much, sent a three-vein emperor nameless generation.

“It seems that the Nine Princes did not have the ambition to compete, so I accepted the quota. ”

Seeing the opponent is not Xiao Chen, nor the wind old and the hao, this wood dusk eyes of the inner convergence and predecessors left nothing, slightly arrogant.

Xiao Xuo grinned, this smile...

Surprisingly horrified, the blood sea flickered, looking old and heavy, he did not appear sharp, Diwei skyrocketed.

Eyebrows, bloody imprints reveal eye-catching light.

A wave of hands, the Red Blood War flag appeared, without a word of crap, with a fierce bloodthirsty momentum, just rushed to the past.

Duanmu dusk was shocked, never expected, no nameless generation, such a hegemony.

By the time he woke up, the Red Blood War Flag had swept over.

pā pā pā pā!

Blood colored battle flags, like waves and fluctuations, unfold a continuous backlash.

Duanmu dusk out three palms, each palm, a wave of energy.

One wave can be stacked over another, and the attack on the red blood battle flag is constant and talkative.

With the legend of the Red Blood King, Xiao Sou's hand recreates the glow of the past.

Ten moves later, Duanmu dusk has retreated to the edge of the ring, irrevocable.

Just as he was about to sacrifice his life's soul apparatus, fight to the death, and force the King to run wild.

Xiao Xuo drank loudly, the blood sea flickered, he was at the top of the wave, the battle flag lightly rolled, like a long gun, stabbed high.

Pfft, pfft!

Dusk of End Wood condenses with the power of the avenue light waves, layers are broken, red blood battle flags are depleted and decayed, shattering all its defenses.

“I'm losing. ”

Seeing Xiao Xuo's lifeless rage, he approached and was frightened by Duanmu Huanghun's heart.

If you feel like you are fighting, you will definitely lose. You will also suffer severe damage and quickly admit to losing.

“Commitment. ”

Ten moves defeated the opponent, Xiao Xuo took away the flag of the Four Princes and returned to the throne.

“Okay!”

Wang Xiao's eyes were delighted. He shouted, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

In this battle, Xiao Xuo helped him to strike out his own strength, so that no one would dare to look down on him again.