The person he thought about day and night was right in front of him. Xia Yiming was so excited that the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
Ten years, a whole ten years!
He finally had a chance to challenge the man in front of him.
For this day, he worked hard to train himself. Almost all of Daxia's remaining savings were spent on him alone, and he finally reached the level of the ultimate leader!
The hatred for destroying the dynasty and the hatred for massacre of the clan must be repaid with blood, today!
With blood like a dragon and eyes like lightning, Xia Yiming's fighting spirit was soaring into the sky! The surging mana made his whole body shine.
"Roar!" The dragon's roar shook the sky.
A total of one hundred and eight heavenly dragons rose from behind Xia Yiming, like waterfalls rising up against the sky.
Then Xia Yiming kicked his feet straight up into the sky, surrounded by real dragons, making him look as majestic as the mythical Emperor of Heaven, looking down on the people.
Sheath your sword and gather your strength.
Lines of golden dragons flow into the sea like rivers and merge into the sword body.
When all the divine dragons gathered on the sword, the divine sword was so bright that no one could look directly at it, and its terrifying power made the space vibrate.
Many people watching the battle were pale, even those ancient creatures who had been killed had solemn expressions.
The power of this blow made them all feel threatened.
Standing on the auspicious clouds and looking down at the people, Xia Yiming felt better than ever before. The explosion of hatred made him break through his limits and deliver the strongest blow in his life!
"Go to hell, Prince of Heaven!"
Xia Yiming united his swords and fell from the sky.
The bright sword light cut through the sky, leaving a long tail like a comet.
Before reaching the ground, the strong wind pressure had already made many people unsteady, and Yaochi's protective formations were passively activated.
Facing this earth-shattering blow, Feng Jinghong looked calm, his hair fluttering in the wind, but his feet did not move at all.
But the nine five-color divine rings at the back of his head began to expand, arranging in circles back and forth, blocking his way.
The divine ring is not dazzling, it just spreads out ripples like water, peaceful and beautiful.
"Buzz!" The dragon sword broke through the air, fell down, and entered the divine ring.
The divine ring is not dazzling, it just spreads out ripples like water, peaceful and beautiful.
But when the dragon sword entered this space, it involuntarily slowed down.
Xia Yiming felt as if he was entering the deep sea, with invisible pressure from all directions, and every step forward required all his strength.
"Ah!" Xia Yiming roared, and the dragon sword buzzed, as if it was coming to life, and kept moving forward, piercing through the circles of divine rings.
Every time it breaks through a divine ring, the dragon sword slows down by one minute. By the last time, the dragon sword has almost stopped.
Xia Yiming only felt that the space around him seemed to be still and turned into fine steel, and he was about to be sealed here.
A fatal sense of crisis surged into his heart. He couldn't help but burn his blood, and veins popped out on his handsome face:
"Break it for me!"
The nearly stationary dragon sword slowly advanced again and arrived in front of Feng Jinghong. Everyone held their breath and watched nervously.
Seeing that the sword edge had pierced Feng Jinghong's eyes, Xia Yiming couldn't help but look happy.
But Feng Jinghong raised her eyes and said lightly: "Yes, you are qualified to die in my hands!"
Xia Yiming's smile froze on his face.
"Buzz!" The nine divine rings resonated and merged into one, emitting extremely bright light. The divine ring became a world filled with only light.
Xia Yiming and Long Jian were completely imprisoned and could no longer move.
"Boom!" Feng Jinghong opened and closed his eyes, and two beams of chaos shot out, directly piercing the imprisoned Xia Yiming.
"Brother!" Xia Yilin in the distance was so frightened that she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
"Chi!" Xia Yiming's broken upper body was wrapped in a divine light and was about to be reorganized.
Feng Jinghong snorted coldly, and the nine divine rings resonated again, the divine light merged into one, and Xia Yiming's remaining body was immobilized.
Feng Jinghong glanced at it with his heavenly eyes, and the invisible talisman suddenly appeared. He used the Bing Zi Jue to take it into his hand, and then put away his magic power.
"Plop!" Xia Yiming fell to the ground with only half of his body left, and could no longer breathe.
At this moment, he was completely dead.
Feng Jinghong stretched out her hand and picked up the dragon sword that had fallen to the ground. She curled her fingers and the sword made a buzzing sound.
"What a sword!"
Feng Jinghong praised again and put away the sword and talisman.
He cast a faint glance at Taoist Shencan who was standing in front of the crowd at some point, and then turned around and entered the Yao Pond without even looking at the corpse on the ground.
The Prince of Heaven's combat prowess is astonishing. He defeated the Prince of Great Xia, Xia Yiming, in one round. His power is unparalleled and his skills are unparalleled.
Regardless of the human race or the ancient race, everyone was shocked!
Xia Yiming's fighting prowess is obvious to all. He practices the Emperor's Scripture and masters forbidden secret techniques. He is definitely one of the top people in his realm. Even the king of Dao-slayers can fight!
But such a person couldn't even survive two attacks. Is the ancient emperor's bloodline really so powerful?
Many people in the human race have worried expressions on their faces. If every child of the ancient emperor is so strong, what else will the human race have to fight for?
But they didn't notice that Taoist Shencan who had just finished watching the battle was silent for a long time.
The light and darkness in the eyes of the Holy Son of Light changed, and he remained silent, making the people around him afraid to speak.
Without saying a word, Ji Zi followed the crowd back to Yaochi.
People were talking about leaving, and in the blink of an eye the place became empty again.
There was only a thin little nun holding half of her body and crying bitterly.
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The death of one person has no impact. The meeting continues. In the blink of an eye, people continue to exchange cups and cups, talking loudly, as if nothing happened just now.
As time goes by, more and more people come to Yaochi.
Yuan Gu and Yan Ruyu came close to Feng Jinghong.
The Holy Prince got together with Ye Fan and an old man with a stiff face. Feng Jinghong guessed that the old man should be the holy holy body borrowed by Ye Fan.
Feng Jinghong was chatting with a few people calmly, but in fact, Feng Jinghong's mind had already gone elsewhere.
At the foot of Zishan, another Feng Jinghong is guarding here.
"Your Highness, the formation has been set up and can be launched at any time!" Kunpeng descended from the sky.
"Okay!" Feng Jinghong's eyes were filled with joy.
If you look down from the sky at this time, you can clearly see an extremely vast and giant formation surrounding the entire Purple Mountain.
As for the formation, there are five imperial weapons!
The great sage Yan Qi of Huolin Cave holds a unicorn staff, the great sage Huang Wuhen of Blood Phoenix Mountain holds a gold-plated drill with ten thousand phoenix wings, the great sage Motian holds the ancestral dragon seal, and the great sage Cang Yue wears a divine silkworm robe.
Kunpeng, on the other hand, is holding the Nine Layers Spiritual Coffin and taking charge of the overall situation.
On the other side of the Northern Territory, another Feng Jinghong stood on the top of a mountain, quietly looking at the holy cliff in the distance.
Behind him stood three Kunpeng, holding the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar, Qingdi Bing, and Yuanhuang Gourd respectively.
Behind them are the Qianlun Great Sage and the Golden Great Sage, each holding their own clan's imperial weapon golden mace and ten thousand dragon bells.