(    ) The dark night, the clouds avoid the moon, the prince's mansion, Kuntian is unsheathed, and the god of death is coming.

The sudden murderous intent was without any warning. The sword changed. There was only one sword in the entire King's Palace, which was amazing.

On the throne, Xuan Zhen came back from shock, turned his body sideways, avoiding the sudden sword.

"Squeeze"

The harsh sound of clothes tearing out in the silk sounded, and blood splattered on Xuan Zhen’s chest, unable to completely avoid Kuntian’s edge.

The opportunity was lost, Xuan Zhen was suddenly in crisis, his figure moved and kept avoiding the storm-like attacks.

In the hands of Gu Shengtian, Kuntian's ancient sword moves are like lightning, and the tricky and fierce attack brings out a dazzling blood flower of a waterfall, completely suppressing the seriously injured prince of the demon who has just recovered.

"Bang!"

Avoiding the murderous sword, unable to avoid the subsequent palm power, and severely injured himself. Xuan Zhen took several steps back, and the corners of his mouth were red.

Before his foothold was stable, the sword light broke through the air again, without any breathing.

Before the crisis of life and death, Xuan Zhen's expression subsided, made a quick decision, raised his hand to grab the sword in the former, and fought for a chance to breathe.

"Squeeze"

The divine weapon tore the flesh and blood, and a harsh friction sounded. Xuan Zhen endured the severe pain in his left hand, condensed the Yuan in his right fist, and banged at the sword in front of him.

The fighting style of both sides was defeated, fighting life and death, Gu Shengtian sneered, turned the sword and adopted the battle strategy of fighting life. Kuntian broke through the constraints and penetrated straight into the former's chest.

"Well"

Xuan Zhen was humble and was hit hard again.

At the same time, the Demonic Fist was strong, and Gu Shengtian took one move, retreated three steps away, and the corners of his mouth were red.

The injuries were exchanged and each suffered damage, one was to gain time and the other was to gain vitality. In extreme environments, both of them used the most extreme tactics to hurt each other to the greatest extent.

The overwhelming battle situation still did not change. However, with one choice, Xuan Zhen was able to breathe for a moment, holding his right hand in a hollow, and next to the throne not far away, a purple gold spear flew over and was sank into the hands of the demon.

At this moment, the sword edge came forward again, and a sword reflected the eyes and the stars appeared in the sky.

The sword was extremely powerful, and the star sword appeared again. In an instant, countless sword lights broke through the air and rushed towards the demon in front.

Seeing this, Xuan Zhen swept across the sky, and the huge force of thousands of swords hitting through the sky. The violent remnant shocked, and the entire King Palace suddenly shook violently.

The formation pattern manifests and disperses the remaining energy of the battle. It was originally to protect the royal palace, but at this moment, it became a destiny talisman for the demons. The king's palace blessed by the formation is difficult to break, and all the guards were blocked in front of the hall, making it difficult to break through the sword energy blockade.

The shattered blood and bones flew across the sky, with the only entrance, sword energy scattered, blocking all reinforcements.

In the hall, the battle became more and more intense. The purple-gold spear was swung like a dragon. The kingly weapon showed its domineering power. The gun body swept across and broke through thousands of troops.

In the dancing spear, the Ancient Shengtian's body was steadily moving, the sword was like a storm, and the continuous attacks were suppressing the king of the demons.

Before the life crisis, Xuan Zhen burst out twelve points of combat power, overcame the difficulty of recovering from serious injuries and the difficulty of improving his body. With his moves, Wang Wei showed his power.

After fighting for more than ten moves, the demon's injuries became heavier and heavier, and Kuntian's offensive became more and more fierce, and it became crazy.

Outside the King's Hall, more and more worshippers gathered, and everyone joined forces to continuously bombard the sword formation in front.

"Well"

Suddenly, a muffled groan sounded in the palace, and Xuan Zhen entered his chest with a sword, and then dyed vermilion red.

Just as the battle was about to end, the sword formation broke in front of the King's Palace, and the envoys from the royal palace joined forces to rescue the prince with all their might.

The palm force came, and Gu Shengtian felt that he drew his sword and returned the move, blocking the crisis of life with one sword.

The rumbling trembled and resounded throughout the royal palace, and with one enemy, Gu Shengtian took a step back and a deep shout, shocking everyone.

With one move, reinforcements arrived, Gu Shengtian's expression subsided and his figure moved, trying to kill the life of the demon by force.

A sword soars the moon, and the sword wind freezes the world. In an instant, the killer moves appear again.

Seeing this, a royal palace worshiper flashed by, his full power gathered, and he blocked his body in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, a sword passed through his chest, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood. In front of Xuan Zhen's body, the royal palace worshiper who was protecting him was directly destroyed, and his body fell down with weakness.

One worshipper died in battle, and the remaining three worshippers in the king realm had arrived. The powerful palm force hit the back of the sword.

Gu Shengtian raised his hand and grabbed the priest who died in battle, threw it at the three of them, and continued to kill the prince ahead.

Xuan Zhen retreated, one step, two steps, ten steps, and all his strength was to avoid the murderous intent of the swordsman.

Behind, the three king-level priests who died in battle were shocked by the palm power of their hands, and their bodies also quickly flew out and they all tried their best to rescue the siege.

The competition for time, the competition for life and death. At this moment, outside the hall, a figure of dark red war suit appeared, and his cold eyes were staring at the battle situation ahead, without any rush to help.

"Master Xuanluo, please help me!" The guard commander said anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Luo bent his mouth slightly and walked into the hall.

The aftermath of the war was shocking, and it was difficult for ordinary people to get close to each other. Xuan Luo looked at the battle that was caught in a white hot, and his right palm condensed the Yuan, preparing for a critical blow.

When it comes to the masters on the battlefield, their powerful aura is hard to ignore. Gu Shengtian felt it, and his afterglow swept over and his expression condensed.

It was him, the person mentioned by the Thirteenth Prince before the Qing Dynasty.

The situation was tense and there was no need to hesitate. Gu Shengtian returned and waved his sword to shake off the three worshippers. Kuntian in his hand urged Jiyuan again. In an instant, the sun, moon and stars appeared together, covering the battle situation.

"Thirteenth, let me tell you that Zhidi owes you half of your body. Today, he will repay it with the descendant of the imperial lineage!"

The message was brought to you without any concealment. In the small world, three major players appeared together, and the ancient sages fought against four, and the devils were killed.

The sound was transmitted into his ears, Xuan Luo frowned slightly, and looked at the small world that was covering the battle situation. His figure flashed past and rushed into the battle situation.

The palm came, the sword head was facing, and with a loud bang, the aftermath roared wildly, and the small world shook violently.

"Your Highness, you leave first."

Xuan Luo entered the battle, looked at the eldest prince, and spoke.

Xuan Zhen nodded and pulled out of the battle.

The ancient Shengtian stared at him, his figure flashed, and the sword edge rushed to his death again.

"Your opponent is them!"

Xuan Luo instantly blocked the front, temporarily blocking the former's offensive, and then stepped down and left the battle with the eldest prince.

After a moment of blocking, the three worshippers formed a siege again, blocking the attack of the swordsman.

Outside the battle, Xuan Luo looked at the eldest prince beside him and said, "Your Highness will heal first, I will be your guardian."

"Um"

Xuan Zhen nodded, the severely injured body could not be delayed, his eyes closed, and he used his energy to suppress his injuries.

The next moment, Xuan Zhen's body surged, flowing continuously to the wound in his chest, repairing the injured body.

The battle ahead is getting more and more intense. The three king-level priests are as powerful as the East-level lords, and they are difficult to break through for a while.

The crisis of life and death was lifted. Xuan Zhen opened his eyes and glanced at the battle situation. Finally, he felt relieved and started to heal his wounds with all his strength.

"Well!"

Suddenly, a tragic groan sounded through the battle situation. Gu Shengtian and the three priests of the king realm were all shocked, and their eyes were looking beyond the battle situation.

But not far away, a shocking scene happened. Xuan Zhenxin's mouth and a bloody hand came out of his body. His bloody heart was still beating, which was extremely terrifying.

"you!"

The murderous intent caught off guard, Xuan Zhen returned with difficulty. Looking at the man behind him, his face full of disbelief.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

In the battle situation not far away, the three king-level priests came back to their senses and immediately set off to rush forward.

The ancient Shengtian looked down, and he stepped out in one step, blocking the front, without giving the three people a chance to rush to help.

"Why!"

Unwilling to accept, angry, or regretful, it was too late at this moment. Xuan Zhen coughed out a mouthful of blood, felt the vitality in his body gradually dissipated, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Because only by obtaining your blood power can I achieve the imperial way."

Xuanluo responded lightly, and the demonic energy surged all over his body, forcibly devouring the former's body.

The blood and magic energy were peeled off, and Xuan Zhen wanted to struggle, but he was powerless.

During the battle situation, Gu Shengtian frowned slightly when he saw this, and stepped on his feet and pulled out of the battle situation.

The small world dissipated, the world returned to its original state, the figure of the ancient sacred heaven flew, and with a sword cut open the obstacle outside the hall, and after a few breaths, it disappeared into the darkness.

In the king's palace, no one of the three angry king-level priests chased after him, but rushed forward with Xuanluo, with demonic energy surging and murderous intent.

Xuan Luo sneered, flipped his left hand, and a golden ancient mirror appeared. In an instant, the ancient mirror collapsed and the surrounding space also twisted and cracked.

The three kingly priests then flew to the distorted space, but in the twisted space, Xuan Luo's figure disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of it again.

In the hall, the prince fell into a pool of blood, all his vitality was gone. The king returned to heaven and could not rest in peace until he died.

At the Thirteenth Crown Prince's Mansion, Ning Chen looked at the direction of the Grand Prince's Mansion and sighed softly in his heart.

What a pity.

At this moment, the void twisted, and a figure in the dark red battle suit appeared. Without a word, he slapped out with a palm.
To be continued...