God King of Myriad Realms

Chapter 83 [Beheading the Nine Princes of the Qingyan Dynasty III]

"Crash."

The void is twisting, and the ground is shaking.

"Xuanjie Martial Arts: The Power of the Qingyan Seal" was unleashed by the nine princes of the Qingyan Dynasty, today, at this very moment!
Looking at the huge Qingyan mark that was getting closer, Ling Changsheng remained calm and calm, his arm shook, and the blood light tore through the eternal blue sky.

The ancient magic weapon "Slaying Demons and Weeping Blood" appeared.

The huge blood sword is as clear as glass, flowing with a seductive and brilliant brilliance, and there are countless lines inside, as if carrying the blood and souls of thousands of living beings.

"The first form of the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Art, the Heavenly Emperor's sword drawing technique."

The spirit of the Heavenly Emperor, who is above the chaotic nine heavens, has been pushed to the peak in one go.

Ling Changsheng suddenly sent out a sword!This sword is brilliant!

"Bang." The Heavenly Emperor's sword light struck the "Qingyan Seal" across the air.

"Crack."

"...Kachacha."

Within the gaze of a few lines of sight, the "Qingyan Seal" of Xuanji martial arts was cracked inch by inch, and eventually, it ceased to exist.

"Hiss." The Emperor of the Great Qin Empire, looking at the back of the handsome young man who even gave himself a kind of spiritual shock, was sincerely amazed: "Unbelievable"

Princess Yaoxue, little girl, with a gloomy face glowing: "Longevity... little prince."

As for Yin Xiaoxiao, she smiled from ear to ear: "It's amazing."

"No! Why, it shouldn't be like this!" Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were about to pop out.

The Ninth Prince of Qingyan Dynasty came, trembling madly, shouting: "Ling Changsheng, you forced me! I want you to die without a whole body!"

"Do you have any hole card killing moves, use them together, I will give you a chance to use them."

Ling Changsheng's evil spirit and domineering air leaked from the side, Ling Changsheng held the demon-killing weeping blood on his shoulders, and was exposed to the bewitching blood, appearing crazy and mysterious.

"Gulu." The Ninth Prince of Qingyan Dynasty took out a pill and took it.

Immediately, his breath increased greatly, and he was violently destroyed.

"That's... the third-rank pill, the Burning Spirit Pill."

Princess Yaoxue is proficient in alchemy, when the ninth prince of the Qingyan Dynasty took out the elixir, she saw the clues of the elixir, and couldn't help swearing

: "Despicable villain! Taking the Burning Spirit Pill can stimulate potential, and can also burn through the spiritual energy in the body to increase the combat power by several levels. The ninth prince of the Qingyan Dynasty is too despicable to eat this kind of pill Cheating."

"Hahaha."

Feeling the multiplied violent power in his body, the ninth prince of Qingyan Dynasty regained his confidence and smiled happily: "Ling Changsheng, the giant sword in your hand is a three-turn magic weapon, right? Only a three-turn magic weapon can The aura leaked out, so dazzling."

"Yes, how, no, so what?" Ling Changsheng shrugged gracefully.

"The combat power of this prince at the moment is completely superior to yours! And I want you to know that you also lost to this prince in terms of weapons!"

After finishing speaking, the Ninth Prince of Qingyan Dynasty showed a purple spear in his hand.

The purple spear, more than seven feet long, is entrenched with a lifelike, lifelike, and creepy poisonous snake.

The shape of the tip of the gun is like the mouth of a poisonous snake, which is shocking.

The most important point is that once this purple spear appeared, it was so aggressive and radiant that it seemed to tear apart the sky.

"Four-turn magic weapon." Yin Xiaoxiao was taken aback, and thought to herself: "No, magic weapons can increase a lot of combat power. There is a difference between two-turn magic weapons and three-turn magic weapons, and three-turn The difference between Divine Weapon and Rank [-] Divine Weapon is even more astonishing."

After searching all over the Great Qin Empire, there were not many refiners who could refine the "four-turn magic weapon", so the rarity of the four-turn magic weapon is self-evident.

The Ninth Prince of the Qingyan Dynasty, who has taken a third-rank pill "Fenling Pill" and a "four-turn Divine Weapon" spear, already possesses the power of a "Spiritual Realm" and "Spiritual Realm" in the first stage of the "Spiritual Realm". The point of rivalry.

However, from the beginning to the end, Ling Changsheng was calm and terrifying.

"Bastard... I must make you show a panic-stricken expression! I must kneel down and beg for mercy!" The Ninth Prince of Qingyan Dynasty gritted his teeth, mustered the tyrannical aura all over his body, and poured it into the four-turn magic weapon spear.

Then, he swept out with a single shot, and the storm of fierce gun light evoked turned into a huge purple poisonous python phantom several hundred meters in the air, swallowing the sky and covering the sun.

"Broken copper and rotten iron make you so inflated? This emperor is holding the demon-slaying and weeping blood made by the ancient master Ou Yezi. What did I say?" Spit on the ground, Ling Changsheng suddenly ran away: "The ancient dragon elephant Trick!"

The power of 740 ancient dragon elephants, mighty and terrifying, hit the phantom of the purple poisonous python.

"Boom! Roar!" The two completely different forces were in a stalemate for an instant, and the purple poisonous python tore down the power of 740 ancient dragon elephants.

"Ha ha!"

"Ling Changsheng, I admit that your dragon power is very weird, and it always has the meaning of defeating the strong with the weak."

"However, after this prince shows such a gesture, you are doomed to have no way out."

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"The first form of the Heavenly Emperor's Sword Art, the Heavenly Emperor's sword drawing technique." The spirit moves through the ages, and the demeanor shines on the sky.

Swinging the sword, swift as thunder, done in one go.

The bright red demonic sword light of the Heavenly Emperor defeated the phantom of the purple poisonous python that was full of cracks.

Ling Changsheng stomped his foot, stepped on the void and rushed towards the ninth prince of the Qingyan Dynasty: "The Eye of the Burning Sun!"

"Zizizi." Noble and domineering, the aura that melts all worlds rises slowly.

The smiles of the Ninth Prince of Qingyan Dynasty froze.For nothing else, he saw a pair of eyes that he was all too familiar with.

A pair of pure gold shone like glass, with mysterious hot golden pupils.

I still remember that in front of the palace gate, during the ten-stroke sparring, Ling Changsheng used this mysterious eye to release flames, leaving burn marks on his arm.

Seeing the opening of the "Eye of the Burning Sun" for the second time, the nine princes of the Qingyan Dynasty suddenly felt that the crisis of death was close at hand, and the three souls and seven souls were strongly impacted.

"Mysterious low-level martial arts, poisonous dragon marksmanship!"

At the critical moment, the nine princes of the Qingyan Dynasty brandished their long spears and unleashed the second mysterious martial art.

Three ranks of pills, four ranks of magical weapons, two sects of mysterious martial arts... Fortunately, he is the ninth prince of the Qingyan Dynasty, otherwise there would be so many good things.

The pupil power is instantaneous, ignoring space and distance.

The reason why Ling Changsheng practiced "The Eye of the Burning Sun" was that the pupil technique was heaven-defying and its power was taboo, and the second was that the pupil technique attack was confusing and untraceable, hitting the enemy in an instant.

The sound of "cracking" was ear-piercing, the golden light was shining, and the extremely hot pupils of the burning sun fell on the body of the ninth prince of the Qingyan Dynasty out of thin air.

"what!"

"Mysterious low-level martial arts, Poisonous Flood Spear" hadn't had time to send out, and was hit by the Burning Sun's Pupil Art, the nine princes of the Qingyan Dynasty were bloody and bloody, and they were in pain. They wailed and screamed: "Monster...you are despicable!" .”

The wind blew away, and the killing intent swayed for nine days.

Raising "Slaying Monsters and Weeping Blood" with both hands above his head, Ling Changsheng came to the Ninth Prince of Qingyan Dynasty!
(End of this chapter)