Chapter 187 Mention my war spear, reckless to the end [Chapter 4]
Kowloon is facing the sky, kowtowing step by step!
The endless imperial pressure rushed towards Ji Haoyue.
He seemed to hear someone yelling angrily in his ears, telling him to kneel down and worship like the Nine Dragons on pilgrimage.
The lonely smoke in the desert!
Behind Ji Haoyue, the sky suddenly turned dark, and the vast yellow desert was endless, desolate and vast. Only the thick smoke from a huge beacon tower stood out, lonely, but so strong and persevering.
, like a war sword piercing the sky.
In the eyes of all the young heroes, it is a vast, dead sea of sand. It is majestic, quiet, and all yellow to the eye, just like the mysterious Western Desert, as if two emperors' hands have piled up the boundless yellow sand to form rolling waves.
The hills solidified everything in an instant and turned it into eternity.
Only the thick black smoke that pierces straight into the sky is like a war spear defying the heavens and defeating immortals, and the fighting spirit soaring into the sky will never be extinguished.
war!
Ji Haoyue's mind moved, and the boundless sea of sand turned into a warrior who wanted to overthrow the evil dynasty. The straight black smoke turned into his war spear, and the simple beacon tower turned into a treasure stove suspended above his head.
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He went straight towards the Nine Dragons Chaotian Tower, the vision of the Prince of Daxia.
The war general wore golden armor, carried a black war spear, and had a golden stove on his head. With one move of his spear, he cut a charging purple-gold dragon into several pieces.
The black spear fell down and once again smashed a purple-gold dragon into pulp. The golden furnace on the head spurted out orange flames and once again burned a purple-gold dragon to death.
Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, was shocked that the great monk's vision was so powerful.
His mind moved, and the slain dragon condensed out again, and then nine purple and gold dragons rose into the sky, merging with the Nine Dragon Emperor Qi behind him.
Then, out of the Nine-Colored Heavenly Palace, a Lord of the Heavenly Palace, wearing a nine-dragon robe and an ancestral dragon crown, was indescribably noble and filled with the aura of the emperor.
His figure flashed, walked behind the Daxia Prince Xia Yiming, and became one with him.
Xia Yiming made a move with his hand, and the Chaotian Tower turned into a treasure and floated above his head. He saw him charging towards Ji Haoyue at a fast pace.
Ji Haoyue's mind moved, and the armor turned into a golden light and merged into his body.
He held the war spear in his hand and advanced instead of retreating, confronting Na Xia Yiming head-on!
Xia Yiming had the energy of the Nine Dragons Emperor's Way and turned it into the Emperor's Sword, resisting Ji Haoyue's war spear.
Ji Haoyue's war spear is completely black, but it contains an indomitable will to protect the border, as if it is a fighting spirit that will never be extinguished. Only Ji Haoyue, the person involved, knows best that his vision is lonely in the desert.
Yanzhi contains the blood and perseverance of countless Chinese border warriors, who fight a hundred battles without giving up and die without regrets. People from these other worlds will not understand.
Originally, Ji Haoyue simply regarded it as a vision. Unexpectedly, the moment he merged with it for the first time, the unyielding spirit engraved in his soul seemed to be awakened.
The black spear in his hand is a real war spear that can be broken but cannot be retreated.
Fight, fight, fight…
Ji Haoyue's whole aura changed. He didn't look like a monk at all. He turned into a border guard who had experienced millions of battles.
He held the spear in his left hand and swung it down fiercely. With this loud bang, it was blocked by the sky-facing tower.
Ji Haoyue casually grabbed it, and the golden furnace formed by the beacon tower slipped into his hand, and he smashed it towards the Nine Dragon Sword swung by the Prince of Daxia.
"哐..."
Accompanied by a loud noise that sounded like the earth was shattering, Prince Xia Yiming felt in disbelief that he was thrown hundreds of feet away.
"How is this possible? What is the origin of this monk? Does he also practice ancient scriptures? If not, how can he resist the Nine Dragons Emperor Qi that combines the power of the vision!"
Not only the Prince of Daxia, Xia Yiming, felt this way, but every one of the young heroes who were watching looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Even the scheming "brothers" Yaoguang Shengzi and Hua Yunfei had twinkling eyes and were quite shocked.
The little nun had a dumbfounded look on her face, her mouth opened wide, she was very cute.
Yao Xi, the Holy Maiden of Fluttering Light, has a pair of beautiful eyes that are astonishingly brilliant. She is also amazed at the monk's fighting prowess.
What's more, this monk doesn't look like a monk at all, but more like a warrior.
The fairies in the Yaochi Holy Land are like the moonlight covering their bodies, like the stamens of fairy flowers. The whole person is hazy and cannot be seen clearly, but it gives people a feeling of being flawless.
She has a graceful body, slender and graceful, shrouded in white mist, as if she were standing in a vast cold palace, holy and far away, making people feel that she can never get close to her.
It is impossible to see through what he is thinking. The more mysterious he is, the more people hope to see her beauty.
Ji Haoyue almost just wanted to fight at this time, killing all opponents without hesitation.
He rounded the black war spear, turned into a golden light and charged forward, and struck hard at Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, as if he was exhausted.
His left hand was also not idle. He raised the golden stove as if swinging a sledgehammer, and it was a wild mess.
"Bang bang bang..."
It was as if gods were forging divine iron, and the huge roar could still be heard clearly from hundreds of miles away.
The Prince of Daxia, Xia Yiming, also fought to the point of going crazy. He only had one belief, that he could not be defeated. If he lost, the contenders would take advantage of it and use it as a stepping stone.
The prince of Daxia's black hair was dancing wildly at this time, like the son of a war emperor, extremely iron-blooded, with purple and gold rays of divine iron clothes on his body, holding the Nine Dragons Emperor Sword in both hands, and facing the sky to protect himself, fighting step by step, fighting with Ji Haoyue.
"Roar!"
Ji Haoyue fought to the point of madness, roaring to the sky, and involuntarily increased the huge power of his treasure body that he had always hidden.
If he had been fighting at 130% physical strength just now, now it has become 45%.
Bang!
The black war spear rounded by Ji Haoyue quickly hit the sky tower.
Click!
Although the voice was very subtle, it was still heard by the crowd of geniuses who were watching.
"Broken!"
"Is it possible that the Prince of Daxia will lose to this monk who came from the Western Desert?"
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The young talents from the big universities who were the first to lose their composure couldn't help but start talking about it.
However, while they were talking, their eyes never left the place where the battle was taking place.
As for the Holy Emperor, the heir of the aristocratic family has always been very quiet.
Especially Jiang Yifei of the Jiang family, who lives up to his name, has a rich spirit like jade, is whiter than snow, and is as refined as a piece of peerless jade.
From beginning to end, his face was as calm as water, and his eyes were as pure as a clear spring, able to clearly reflect everything around him.
At this time, Ji Haoyue raised the golden stove and the black war spear and fired her bows left and right, completely giving up her defense, and surrounded the Daxia Prince Xia Yiming with the word "smash".
He doesn't pay attention to any skills or principles at all, he just looks like a reckless man fighting.
"Click! Click! Click!"
Finally, Xia Yiming's Chaotian Tower fell apart with three consecutive crisp sounds, and was smashed by Ji Haoyue.