Martial God Space

The two months passed by in a flash. For the entire Vietnamese nation, the wars became more and more fierce in these two months. The army sent by the royal family surrounded the bases of worshipping the demon worshippers, and the worshipers and demons. The army has fought countless times.

The scope of the war is getting bigger and bigger, Ye Xiwen also followed the Hu Benjun to march all the way, and the Hu Benjun also made a contribution to the Khanma, and the heroic military achievements, the originally unknown nine princes also became famous for a time, and many people know that I am afraid that the royal family There is another prince who is ambitiously fighting for the throne.

But for Ye Xiwen, all of this seems to have nothing to do with him. After Hu Benjun stayed for only a month, Ye Xiwen hurried back to Yi Yuanzong to announce the retreat.

But now that one month has passed, no matter how long Ye Xiwen was going to retreat, no one will control it. After all, the warrior's cultivation path is calculated in a hundred years, and it is nothing to retreat for a month.

But the real problem is that the eighth prince came back a few days ago, and this man who hunted down a demon head into a ruin all the way and got great benefits came back.

This shocked the supreme existence of the younger generation, and finally came back, a legend, a legend.

But everyone in Yiyuanzong knew that the world war with Ye Xiwen was very likely to happen. Although the head personally ordered not to open the station, would the Eighth Prince be so honest and obedient?

Everyone was unsure.

But no matter how the crowd was, the Eighth Prince came, or unexpectedly!

A figure flew from the void, wherever it passed, the air exploded, pulled a vacuum, and came to Yiyuanzong Mountain Gate.

"Ye Xiwen came out and died!" A young man in a dragon-robed suit covered his face with frost and roared.

The aura in the air rolled and rolled, sweeping away, and the surrounding mountain gates were shaking.

Dare to yell in front of the gate of the Yuanzong Mountain, the courage of the eighth prince is not much.

The eighth prince soared in the sky, his spear buzzing and blasting, a bloody strange breath circulated on the body of the gun. That was the blood of the enemies killed by him. The more he absorbed, the stronger his blood gun was.

Yi Yuanzong has been a sensation for many years. This is the first dare to be overbearing before Yi Yuanzong. He is alone, but the terror has been suppressed, just like the whole world.

Many Yi Yuanzong disciples had to watch from a distance, and did not dare to come close. The cold and strange murderous spirit made them shudder for a while. Even many disciples of the real Taoist class, they dared not get too close and could only surround him far away stand up.

Many Yiyuanzong disciples were worried about Ye Xiwen at this time. In all fairness, Ye Xiwen was very powerful. The horror skills of the roar in the past few months made them all look at it. Afterwards, they frequently shot, and initially laid the foundation of his personal disciples. majesty.

However, the power of these eight princes is not covered. Dare to go to the head of the Yuanyuanzong, and this courage is not something that ordinary people can possess. The monstrous momentum swept over and formed a huge aura around him. , In which surging, once anyone enters, he will be under his control.

"The eighth prince, you are too arrogant. Is the door of Yiyuanzong where you can be arrogant?" A figure flew from a floating peak and was a true disciple.

It is a genius in the Yuan dynasty, although not as good as Qi Feifan and others, but it is also well-known and young, but he is more than a hundred years old, he has entered the sixfold of the true way, and the future is difficult to limit. Cultivated peerless genius.

He once fought a battle with the eighth prince, regardless of the outcome, although there is a suspicion of bullying the small, but his strength is also beyond doubt.

"I am trying to stop me if you want to die?" The eighth emperor had a disdainful smile on his face. "It has been practiced to such a degree for more than a hundred years, but it is just a waste!"

"You are looking for your own way!" The disciple flushed suddenly, even though he knew that he might not be the opponent of the eighth prince in the future, but his arrogance as a genius would never allow him to step back.

The disciple shot instantly, and the monstrous divine light seemed to evolve an eternal kingdom, pulling the eternal starlight from the sky and sweeping towards the eighth prince.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!" The Eighth Prince stepped on his feet and swept away with a sacred god, and Zhenyuan rushed out.

Suddenly a lap, swept away.

"boom!"

The gods on both sides collided fiercely, as if the sky and earth were to collapse, sweeping open, the air was exhausted, and the mountains were to be destroyed.

But only for a moment of contact, the magical power sent by the eighth prince instantly defeated the magical power sent by the genius of the Yuan Dynasty, and continued to sweep towards the genius disciple.

Suddenly covered him completely.

"Poof!" The genius disciple suddenly spurted out blood, and flew out of life, his body flew in blood, almost torn apart by life.

He fell directly and was aided by a true disciple of Yi Yuanzong and sent all the way into the depths of Yi Yuanzong to seek elder treatment.

Everyone sucked in the air for a while, just a face-to-face, that genius was actually seriously injured. The eighth prince's shot was the power of heaven and earth, and the person who had retreated with him after the war, it is not his one. Enemy.

At this time, everyone suddenly remembered that the eight princes had inherited a legacy of the ancient school in the past few months!

What kind of inheritance did he get, actually turned so terrible, ten times and one hundred times more horrible than before.

The eight princes sank like water, murderous, and their sturdy bodies stood between heaven and earth as if they were geniuses.

"Yi Yuanzong's disciples are nothing more than that!" The eighth prince said contemptuously, "Sooner or later one day, they will be brought under the rule of my royal family!"

The disciples of Yuanzong all glared at the bottom. The eighth prince did not pay attention to them because they were Chi Guoguo, and even dared to speak in front of them and say what to be included in the royal rule.

But no one dared to rush up. They just saw the scene where the disciple was stained with blood.

"Bold, what do you think this place is!" Suddenly, there was a booming sound from the depth of Yi Yuanzong, the void was torn apart by life, and a big hand in the sky grabbed it in an instant, towards the eighth prince, that was The power of a law firmly fixes the Eighth Prince on the ground.

"Dao friends, things between young people, let's not interfere with these old things!" Suddenly, an old voice came from the void behind the eighth prince, and said lightly.

A large hand was stretched out as well, and it collided fiercely with the big sky hand.

"Boom!" A huge explosion caused the entire void to be distorted. This is a terrible power of explosion.

All of a sudden, there was a tyrannical and terrible master behind the eighth prince. It should be a peerless master of the royal family who came out to support the eighth prince in person. No wonder the eighth prince dared to come alone, too. A peerless master is much more useful than a thousand troops.

"Well, our head has already said that this battle is not allowed, don't you all know?" Yi Yuanzong's deep voice said coldly.

"You are managing more and more. Don't intervene in the affairs of the younger generation. When we were young, didn't we fight like this, the winner is king!" said the old voice behind the eighth prince.

"Slightly said, old fellow, don't steal the concept. You know what we mean. Ye Xiwen hasn't grown up yet. We will fight after a dozen years. We have absolutely no words. If we let Qi Feifan fight Eight princes, are you happy?" Yi Yuanzong said in disdain.

The voice behind the eighth prince was silent.

At this time the eighth prince spoke.

"For more than ten years, I only fight for the day and night. I pressed the realm to the same level as Ye Xiwen. If he was beheaded by me again, then no one would blame anyone else!" The eighth prince sneered, "I am invincible, the same The state is as invincible as any strong enemy can be killed!"

A strong self-confidence was revealed in the words, and he fought for many years, sweeping the invincible and terrible self-confidence.

"Ye Xiwen, in the same realm, you dare to fight!" The eighth prince yelled, and the sound wave swept towards the Yuan sect instantly. "Is it timid and afraid to die?"

Many disciples are still angry. Although the eighth prince has lowered the realm, he is a high realm, and he masters the law far beyond ordinary people, which lowers his strength. However, his understanding of the law is still there, and it still occupies the big bargain. .

"There is nothing to dare. Since you are coming to die, I will send you a ride!" An icy cold drink came from the depths of Yi Yuanzong, and a blue figure flew out of a floating peak.

But he was a young man with a blue shirt and beautiful eyes. At this time, he strode toward the eighth prince with great momentum and surging up. His eyes were as deep as the stars, and he looked coldly at the eight princes.

Ye Xiwen came too fast, and the blue burst of the mango swept over in an instant, terrifying, like an ancient king, reincarnated from the ancients.

The two haven't met yet, and the terror momentum has violently collided together, setting off huge waves.

"Are you here to die?" the eighth prince said coldly.

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