The first thousand three hundred and seventy-three chapters debut (below)
The moment he finished speaking, Sandai's figure suddenly disappeared.
His pupils shrank, Zhao Ku's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and almost at the same time, the Emperor Sword in Zhao Xiao's hand swung upwards.
Boom! A sword penetrated the void, and the torrent of its laws of heaven and earth rushed out, "Destroy this emperor within a hundred breaths, three generations of seniors said too much!"
In the torrent of rules of heaven and earth, the figure of the third generation slowly appeared.
Seeing this figure, Zhao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the figure in front of him collapsed under the impact of the rules of heaven and earth, and water splashed. This was not the original body.
"The rules of water!" Zhao Xiao's heart suddenly sank, and a bright sword light suddenly appeared behind him, "Hundred-step master!"
The low words were as loud as thunder. Before Zhao Xiao turned around, the imperial sword in his hand swept backwards.
Bang! A roar of gold and iron clashed, and a terrifying force came from the hilt of the sword. Zhao Xiao swayed and jumped forward a few steps.
Holding the Sword of Rules, Sandai appeared from behind and looked at Zhao Xiao with an indifferent expression. As expected of the Emperor of Zhao, he had good strength.
From a distance, Ye Chen looked at this scene with a smile on his lips. Although the third generation was only a soul body, it was not difficult for the former strong men in the defeat realm to suppress the martial arts world warriors even if their cultivation had not been restored.
The snowflakes were flying, and the prince slowly walked out of the wind and snow. He caught the falling snowflakes with his sword fingers and said with a smile: "I will deal with the two martial arts warriors who have condensed the original body, and the rest will be left to me."
Go and deal with it, Fifth Generation."
"Similarly, just give me a hundred breaths of time is enough!" the prince said with great confidence. Looking up, this world full of rules is a chessboard, and all living beings are just chess pieces on the chessboard.
"I take action to kill a martial arts warrior who has condensed his original body. Leave that person to me!" The proud man said coldly, with murderous intent in his calm eyes. At the same time, he raised his sword finger and pointed straight into the sky in the distance.
With a flash of sword light, the cold killing rules appeared and rushed forward in a surging force.
"I'm not as good as the two of them, but I and Rizhen join forces. It's not difficult to contain a warrior." Fatty Xiao chuckled, and the majestic fighting spirit burst out of his body. The Ao Shi Sword in his hand noticed that the master
The fighting spirit. The sword swayed, and the buzzing sound of the sword penetrated into the sky.
"Ahem!" His face was a little pale, and Rizhen said helplessly: "I originally wanted to take action against those in the ordinary martial arts realm, but Brother Ziyun invited me, so I have to accept it!"
A crystal clear blade flashed between Riyao's sleeves, and the thin blade was like snow.
"Leave the remaining two ordinary martial arts warriors to me and the other guardians. It will take me a hundred breaths to deal with those two warriors!" Ye Chen said to the prince in one sentence.
"Fudai, let's see who can capture these two chess pieces first, you and me!"
The prince chuckled, and a broken sword appeared in the wind and snow. The overwhelming murderous intention was filled with it.
Holding the broken sword, the nine phantoms of the celestial dragon behind the prince gradually condensed, and the majestic momentum shot straight into the sky.
"Sword scar, kill the Tiangang warriors who come near here!" Ye Chen said calmly, holding the sword and coming out, dressed in blood clothes, he floated onto the giant wheel of rules.
Six Sword Corpses, Fatty, Prince, Proud Son, Rizhao and others followed closely behind. Ye Chen, like a rainbow, headed straight for the giant wheel of rules.
Creak! The five regular wheels rotate slowly, and the heaven and earth phenomena alternate, covering the heaven and earth with a radius of more than ten thousand feet.
Brilliant sword lights shot through the sky, and the surging torrent was dead silent. The sand and dust no longer flew.
As the martial arts will permeated the air, the surging rules were suppressed. Sword rainbows fell on the wheel of rules. The wheel of rules dimmed, and the roar echoed.
"The Spiritual Martial Realm warriors followed us closely. The other warriors formed a sword formation and focused their attack on the giant wheel of rules, destroying it in one fell swoop."
Among the many warriors, a middle-aged man led by him commanded the other warriors in an orderly manner.
After all, Zhao and Dayan were powerful Tiangang countries. After the initial chaos, their armies immediately formed formations under the command of their respective generals.
Swish! Millions of spears were thrown out in unison, causing a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the sound was extremely loud.
Bang bang! The sword energy was condensed on the spear, and it only caused a ripple when it hit the giant wheel of rules. However, the victory was due to the sheer number. At a glance, it seemed like there was no end.
Clang! The sharp energy surged, the explosions of gold and iron clashed, and cracks filled the five regular wheels.
"Everyone, take action together!" the middle-aged man looked around and shouted.
"Nuo!" Many martial arts realm warriors roared in unison, and the martial arts will burst out of their bodies and condensed into the sword shadow of will.
"Take action!" the middle-aged man shouted, taking the lead to rush towards the giant wheel of rules in the middle, but then a blood-clothed suit floated over, blocking the middle-aged man's way.
"Kill!" The middle-aged man frowned slightly. Admiral Yan Shou and Admiral Zhao Ku were killed by this man before. However, compared to those two people, he was more confident. He had condensed his original body and his strength.
Far more than Yan Shou and Zhao Ku.
Bang, clang! Explosive sounds rang out all around, and the warriors following the middle-aged man also stopped one after another. Several figures came out of the void of heaven and earth, blocking their way.
The snowflakes fell down. The prince stepped on the snowflakes, with a smile on his lips, and slowly walked towards the two warriors with extremely strong auras, "Leave these two to me!"
"He's mine!" filled with murderous intent, the proud man slowly opened his closed eyes, pointed at an old man in blue robes, and said calmly.
"Leave the first two to you, and leave this one to me and Rizhao!" Fatty Xiao said harmlessly, pointing his Ao Shi Sword at a general wearing battle armor.
"Ahem, this armor is quite thick. Brother Ziyun, you are really good at picking people up." Rizhao stepped out and stood side by side with Fatty Xiao. His eyes were as calm as ever, without a trace of sharpness.
The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, the middle-aged man's cold gaze swept over Ye Chen and others, and said coldly: "Kill these people!"
"No!" Several cold shouts rang out, and four warriors who had condensed their original bodies stepped out of the air. Terrifying pressure filled the void, and the turbulent void froze.
"A young boy who is still young dares to say such nonsense. Sitting in a well and looking at the sky is really scary!" A young man dressed in blood-colored battle armor sneered, and a simple silver gun appeared in his hand, "Remember, I will be the sixth general of the Yan Empire.
Yan Ming!"
Hiss! Frost spread out and wrapped around the silver spear. The young man stepped out of the air, looked directly into the prince's eyes, and sneered: "Yan Qing, just leave this young boy to me, you don't have to take action.
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Hearing this, an old man who was following Yan Ming stopped in vain, looked at the prince thoughtfully, and said in a low voice: "Yan Ming, this person should not be underestimated."
"The definition of strong people in the barbarian land is different from that of my Tiangang. I know this kind of barbarian people well!" Before he finished speaking, the silver spear in Yan Ming's hand was stirred away like a snake coming out of its hole.
Whoosh! The spears stirred, the rules trembled, the world was dim, except for the shadow of this spear.
A young boy? The smile in the prince's eyes grew wider. It turned out that in the eyes of these people, he was just a young boy. The warriors of the Yan Kingdom were still as arrogant as ever. This has not changed for thousands of years.
The sharp cold wind blew up the blue shirt. The prince's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the shadow of the spear quietly. The moment the spear was about to touch the prince, a piece of snow fell down and landed on the tip of the spear.
Bang! The sound of clashing of gold and iron rang out, and Yan Ming only noticed that the spear in his hand seemed to be pressed by thousands of mountains, unable to move. The strong and powerful force was almost too strong to resist, and the condensed general trend completely collapsed at this moment.
"I don't know, how far have you reached in practicing the Nine Revolutions of Dayan Hanbing?" The prince chuckled, slowly raising the broken sword in his hand, pointing it directly at Yan Ming, his tone changed, and he said calmly: "A hundred
Rest time has begun!"
Before he finished speaking, the prince's figure suddenly disappeared. The wind and snow danced wildly. The snowflakes all over the sky turned into chess pieces, floating randomly in the void. A chessboard transformed from the rules of heaven and earth appeared at the feet of Yan Ming and Yan Qing.
, they seem to be chess pieces on a chessboard.
"The method of nine turns of ice, who is he, and why does he know my Dayan Kung Fu?" Yan Ming and Yan Qing frowned. This method of nine turns of ice is a secret that is not passed down by the Dayan royal family, even if there are many powerful Tiangangs.
The person never knew it.
"Let's take action together!" Yan Qing whispered, taking a step forward and standing side by side with Yan Ming.
The moment the prince took action, the pride also took action, and the rules of killing transformed into phantoms, filling the world with a radius of thousands of feet, trapping the opponent.
"Brother Ziyun, it's time for you and me to take action, cough!" Rizhao chuckled, and a delicate knife appeared between the sword's fingers...
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