The nine dragons roared, the power of the dragon filled the air, and the nine claws stepped into the air, heading towards Ao Slaughter.
Ao Tu also shouted, overcoming the fear in his heart, and rushed towards Lu Ming.
A dragon and a nine-dragon immediately fought together on the battlefield.
Ao Tu has brought his metallic artistic conception to the extreme. His metallic artistic conception is absolutely equivalent to level four. His whole body is as hard as gold and iron, and his dragon claws are made of dark gold. They are extremely hard and cannot be broken by anything.
Every move has terrifying power.
And Lu Ming, surrounded by four artistic conceptions, merged together, and the power was equally terrifying.
At the same time, Lu Ming unleashed four dragon powers and activated the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Kung Fu. Every muscle in his body could unleash the power of the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Kung Fu.
Every muscle on his body is flicked at will, and the power is extremely terrifying. Every claw clawed out has the power to suppress everything.
Boom!
The two dragons were entangled together, and the constant bombardment was extremely brutal. It made people feel like they had arrived in ancient times, when mythical beasts competed for hegemony and real dragons fought in chaos.
Phew!
Nine dragons have nine claws, and it is impossible for Ao Tu to block them all. His body was grabbed by the nine dragon claws, and when he tore them apart with all his strength, his scales flew away, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off, causing blood to flow out.
Ao Tu felt the pain and fought back hard, tearing off a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claw was almost broken.
boom!
The body of Nine Dragons seemed to be extremely heavy, pressing down on Ao Tu, causing him to hit the battle platform heavily, making the sound of broken bones.
The two rolled over and over, fighting dozens of moves. Lu Ming became more and more courageous as he fought, and gradually gained the upper hand.
After all, Ao Tu was affected by the aura of Jiulong and became afraid. The more he fought, the stronger his fear became.
I am already afraid, how can I be Lu Ming’s opponent?
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere, Ao Tu screamed, and his body was scratched by Jiulong's claws. He struggled hard and finally escaped, leaving behind a large piece of dragon meat dripping with blood.
"The dragon meat contains 70% of the concentration of real dragons, good stuff, save it for the barbecue!"
Jiulong opened his mouth, and Lu Ming's voice came out, and then the piece of dragon meat disappeared.
"Lu Ming, that's a good thing, leave me a copy later!"
In the stands, the fat man shouted and almost drooled.
Ao Tu almost exploded with anger.
I wish I could devour Lu Ming and Fatty in one go.
"Fat man, there are too few. These are mine, wait until I make more!"
Lu Ming shouted and rushed towards Ao Tu again.
"Ah, I give up!"
Ao Tu suddenly roared, extremely unwilling.
He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose and would probably have to pay more for the dragon's meat.
"Admit defeat?"
Lu Ming stopped speechlessly and transformed into a human form again, with a pitiful look on his face, and his eyes wandered around Ao Tu.
Ao Tu also turned into a human form, his face extremely ugly.
He was not seriously injured, but his face was even uglier than if he had been seriously injured.
This battle was too frustrating for him.
The Dragon of Luck above Lu Ming's head swallowed up 90% of Ao Tu's Dragon of Luck. It skyrocketed again, exceeding two hundred feet and approaching three hundred feet.
Such a huge dragon of luck has been rare in ancient times.
Lu Mingfei climbed into the stands.
"Fat man, it's a pity that this guy gave up too early and it's not your fault!"
Lu Ming sighed.
"Damn it, no, let's share that piece equally!"
The fat man yelled.
Ao Tu, who was flying towards the stands, trembled and almost fell off the platform.
Flying back to the stands, Ao Tu's expression was extremely gloomy.
That Jiaolong Supreme's face was not much better than Ao Tu's, as black as black coal.
In the end, Lu Ming won this battle.
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It shocked many people.
In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.
Next, there will be a battle between the Emperor God and Blood Sword One. The winner will have the final battle with Lu Ming.
And the vast majority of people believed that in a battle between the Emperor God and the Blood Sword, the Emperor God would definitely win.
Then in the end, it will be a battle between Lu Ming and the Emperor God, which will be interesting.
The light flickered, covering the Emperor God and Blood Sword One.
The two of them flew onto the fighting stage.
"You and I, do we need to fight again?"
The Emperor God spoke indifferently.
Many people's hearts skipped a beat. Listening to the Emperor God's tone, had they ever fought against the Blood Sword before? But they had never heard such rumors.
"Three years ago, I was defeated in the battle, but now, that may not be the case!"
Xue Jianyi's body was filled with astonishing blood energy, and his eyes became as red as blood diamonds.
Everyone was shocked. The Emperor God and Xuejianyi actually fought against each other three years ago. Judging from the situation, Xuejianyi should have been defeated.
"You were no match for me three years ago, and you will never be my match from now on!"
The emperor's voice came out, showing strong confidence.
"You will know after fighting!"
Xue Jian shouted loudly and stepped out. The terrifying sword power erupted from his body, and the sword power filled the air.
This is the artistic conception of the sword.
The blood sword stepped forward, filled with sword intent.
Keng!
On the Emperor God, there was also the sound of a sword, and the next moment, there was also a powerful sword power, bursting out.
It’s also the artistic conception of the sword!
The Emperor God and the Blood Sword, one or two, actually understood the artistic conception of the sword.
Touch! Touch!
Both of them were taking steps, and as they took steps, their sword intent surged.
Keng! Keng!
The swords of the two people spanned dozens of miles of void and clashed in the void. The air between the two people actually erupted with roars and sword sounds, and sparks shot out.
Everyone's expressions were solemn. This kind of sword intent was so terrifying. The two of them hadn't even made a move yet, but with just the overflowing sword intent, they could easily kill a strong man at the seventh level of the spiritual fetus.
Phew! Phew!
Suddenly, the two of them stepped forward, and their bodies turned into a sword light, cutting through the void and slashing towards each other.
when!
The two sword lights clashed in the air, making a roar, and the sword energy shot out in all directions. The two sword lights retreated in one blow, and then blasted together again.
Dang! Dang!
In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves.
Some with low cultivation levels could not see the two figures at all, and could only see two sword lights clashing in the air.
A golden sword light, a blood red sword light.
But at this time, the golden sword light surged and knocked the blood red sword light away.
"Emperor God, the eighth level of the spiritual fetus is at its peak, the Blood Sword is the first, and it is the late eighth level of the spiritual fetus!"
Lu Ming's heart moved, and he saw the cultivation level of the two people.
Moreover, both of their sword conceptions have reached the fourth level. This is a collision of the fourth level sword conceptions. However, it is obvious that the emperor's cultivation is superior and he can repel the blood sword.
The blood-red sword light flew away, and the figure of Xue Jianyi emerged.
At this time, the bloody light on his body became more and more intense.
"Blood sword, unsheath it!"
The blood sword pinched the sword finger with one hand and waved his hand. Suddenly, a blood-red war sword flew out from between his eyebrows. As soon as the war sword flew out, it turned into a giant of more than ten meters. What is amazing is that when this war sword flew out,
After the sword grew larger, it actually split into two, then split into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood-red war swords, flying around the blood sword.
"kill!"
The Blood Sword shouted loudly, and with a wave of his sword finger, sixteen war swords flew into the air, turning into sixteen sword lights, and went towards the Emperor God to assassinate him.
The most terrifying thing is not the sixteen war swords, but the endless sword energy inspired by the flying swords.