The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 2360 What's the use of holding back so many big moves?

"Can you not be strong? King Heyu is the nephew of Emperor Yan, the son of King Yu, and the most outstanding one among many county kings." This blood relationship alone is enviable, not to mention the resources for later cultivation There is no shortage, such a character is born to stand at the peak and make people worship.

Some concubines nodded approvingly and agreed, "Yes, King Yu has been ranked No.1 in the Wolong Conference back then. Anyone who has seen that level of combat power would describe it as terrifying, and King Heyu perfectly inherited the reputation. With Wang's excellent bloodline and talent, his fighting power is naturally astonishing."

Dongfang Liyue was curious when she heard the concubine's discussion, she couldn't help turning her head to look at Emperor Yan, and asked, "Your Majesty, did you participate in the Wolong Conference back then?"

Since even King Yu participated in the Crouching Dragon Conference and won the first place, wouldn't Emperor Yan be even more awesome?
But she has been so long, and she has never heard of any record about Emperor Yan. It is really hard not to make her curious.

"No." Emperor Yan looked sideways slightly, under the sunlight, his exquisite pupils shone with a charming luster, like crystal clear golden amber, pouring a small amount of fine wine, from time to time flashed a faint red, giving people a strange beauty , at a glance, Dongfang Liyue actually felt ashamed of her inferiority complex.

It's just that those eyes are obviously looking at her, for some reason, Dongfang Liyue always feels that Emperor Yan doesn't see her in his eyes.

In addition, his gentle voice was completely different from the majesty just now, so that Dongfang Liyue was stunned for several seconds before realizing what he said.

"Why? Your Majesty, why have you never participated in the Crouching Dragon Conference?" The Crouching Dragon Conference is the best stage for the geniuses of the three dynasties. Anyone with a bit of strength wants to prove themselves through the Crouching Dragon Conference.

After all, what a joyful and enjoyable thing it is to be able to fight against the top talents of the three dynasties.

A person like Emperor Yan must have been a talented young man full of fighting spirit and passion before becoming emperor. How could such a grand occasion be without him, so Dongfang Liyue was very puzzled and immediately asked.

Even Su Moliang, who was standing behind Dongfang Liyue, was also aroused and looked at Emperor Yan in puzzlement.

Emperor Yan withdrew his gaze and looked towards the battle platform in front of him, with a faint smile on his thin lips, his handsome profile was like a beautiful jade mountain, "I don't need it."

Although there were only four simple words, when they came out of his mouth, there was an aura of arrogance and swallowing mountains and rivers, which immediately shocked Dongfang Liyue and Su Moliang's hearts, and they were filled with awe.

He does not need it!How proud and extraordinary this is!

Obviously, the most powerful genius of the three dynasties is not qualified to let him take action. He has already left the category of genius.

Perhaps for the Great Yan Dynasty, he really existed like a god.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang lowered his head and suppressed the shock in his heart. This man is too mysterious and dazzling to be stared at!

At this time, a tiger howled on the field interrupted her train of thought, and she saw a divine tiger appearing behind King Heyu, bared its big teeth and roared to the sky.

In addition, there was holy light flowing all over his body, and his physique seemed to be infused with the power of the divine tiger to continuously expand and grow. Even his skin was coated with a layer of bright golden brown, like a golden armor.

His face was stern, his eyes were fierce like a tiger going down a mountain, and he punched a few times towards the void. Suddenly, there was a fist glow in the air. At that moment, the four natural wills of ice, fire, earth and wood gathered together, and he directed towards Jun Haocang with endless fist intent. The head slammed over, and the roar resounded throughout the world, making countless people's hearts tremble.

This kind of boxing and martial arts can be called a divine skill!

As expected of the most potential genius junior in the royal family!

However, when everyone was shocked and amazed, Jun Haocang stepped forward and slashed a sword at King Heyu simply and simply.

Hearing a puff, a gloomy sword light slashed across, and the domineering and sharp sword intent landed on King Heyu without any deviation, directly passing through his body, causing King Heyu to erupt in an instant All the moves and powers released, like bright fireworks, are fleeting and completely dissipated in the void.

Afterwards, everyone saw only the mighty body of King Heyu, falling to the ground like autumn leaves, splashing waves of spiritual power——

At this moment, all the voices stopped abruptly, as if someone had pressed the pause button, with a strange atmosphere.

Another sword! ! !
Witnessing such a result with their own eyes, everyone on the field couldn't help holding their breath, and they were so shocked that they completely lost their voices.

Therefore, in the quiet field of blood flames, Jun Haocang's impatient murmur was extremely clear and loud, "What's the use of holding back so many big moves? It's a waste of time!"

Hearing this, everyone's shocked faces seemed to have been punched, and their stiff expressions were like cracks appearing in a fragile porcelain bottle.

He has superimposed so many moves with King Yujun, accumulated such a strong power, and performed in front of everyone for so long. As a result, before the power fell on Dongfang Junyi, he was defeated by the opponent with a single sword. It fell apart in an instant, like a big joke, and everyone couldn't relax for a while.

Is that the King Heyu they know well?

Is that still a top talent who is expected to enter the top three, or even number one?

At this moment, seeing the embarrassed figure lying on the ground, everyone suddenly became a little uncertain.

This scene really had such an impact on them that many people subconsciously refused to believe it.

Even the remaining seven geniuses on the field were so bluffed that they forgot to attack, and stared at Jun Haocang in horror, as if they saw a ghost.

It's just that they can't allow them to think too much at this moment, and they all focus on each other, and cooperate with each other to play the moves they are best at.

Ran Xinglan, like Wuwangfeng, is surrounded by divine marks all over his body. Wherever he passes, there are terrifying power fluctuations, and his moves are complicated and mysterious, making it difficult to detect the secrets.

Like Yun Chi who came down from Shijue Mountain, a wooden stick swept across the world, and the shadow of the stick carried wind and thunder all over the battlefield, and each stick seemed to gather the power of heaven and earth.

Like the princess and the prince of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the two are said to be twins of a dragon and a phoenix, with a tacit understanding and a perfect understanding.

Like Zhuge Yuanfeng, holding a spear, like a god of judgment, the soul of the gun mourns, and the gun is deadly, as if a bloody storm is about to roll up.

But even in the face of so many such terrifying sieges, Jun Haocang remained indifferent, as if he felt the invasion of the surrounding forces, a burst of black devilish energy erupted in his body instantly, entangled around his body like the iron chains of hell. On his body, his stalwart and tall figure is set off like a demon god descending into the world.

The frightening demonic energy seemed to have a mouth, and swallowed all the power coming from all directions in the blink of an eye, scaring the seven geniuses into stunned and cold bodies——

Immediately afterwards, Jun Haocang stepped out like a thunderbolt, as if his body turned into a sword, thousands of swords resonated in the sky and the earth, and the torrential sword intent blasted away in all directions. A majestic black figure emerged, like a demon god from hell, unparalleled in the world.

(End of this chapter)