The Thirteen Princes and their entourage, who were rushing to the Black Wind Ridge with all their might, undoubtedly made people feel the seriousness of the matter.

At the same time, it made the supporters of the Nine Emperor Princes in the palace feel a little worried.

The thirteen princes are all the leaders of the eight empires, with a flood of blood, and they are almost invincible in this first round, and they are in the limelight.

Its own strength, among many princes, ranking in the top three may be a bit absolute. Because some princes may not be as weak as they seem, but there is absolutely no problem with his strength ranking in the top five.

As for Wang Yan, the Nine Emperor Princes, he is away all the year round, and the power of the imperial capital is almost zero.

Most of the customers who can be recruited rely on Xiao Chen's relationship and the resources of Yanyulou.

The two comparisons show a huge disparity in strength.

In the Black Wind Ridge, the big war is in full swing.

The Hao armor of the Golden Crow Empire fought against Xiahou Zun and Bai Yunfei, as well as the difficult thunder and lightning white python.

Although his cultivation had an overwhelming advantage, Xiahou Zun and Bai Yunfei did not dare to fight with him.

But both of them are proud of their talents, smart decisions, and amazing understanding. With a strong background, under the circumstance of Hao Kai, he actually dragged it to death.

In addition to the elusive, if you don't pay attention, it will cause a heavy blow to the white python.

No matter how angry Hao Kai was, for a while, he couldn't get rid of the two of them. couldn't spare his hands to help Wang Yan, the Nine Emperor Princes.

As for Feng Lao and Tuoba Yun, the two of them had a real fire early.

Each sacrificed the inferior Horcrux forbidden treasure, full firepower, the Dao domain collided with the Dao domain, and the forbidden treasure and the forbidden treasure competed. There is no distinction between the top and the bottom, and if there is no external force, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

But with the passage of time, when the army of the Thirteen Princes arrives, the advantage will be immediately apparent.

The balance of time is not like Feng Lao, and if he continues to fight, it is difficult to guarantee that his state of mind will not change.

In the palace, princes from all walks of life, bigwigs from all directions, and wealthy families are the focus of real attention.

But it's Qin Ming and the Nine Emperor Prince Wang Yan!

Qin Ming's strength, there is no doubt about it, he has been famous for a long time. Among the leaders of the eight empires, he can be called the first, and he is cultivated by the entire Golden Dragon Clan as the next prince.

He himself did not waste these resources.

Since his debut, with various achievements, he has played the name of the Dragon God Prince, and it can be seen that he is not in vain.

But Wang Yan, the son of the Nine Emperors, although he is away all the year round, leads the troops to fight.

But compared to talent, bloodline and resources, they are all inferior, and the only advantage is only one point.

With the Yanhuang Sword in hand, you can exert your strength that is superior to other leaders. The dragon luck in the sword can be converted into its own combat power at any time.

The two looked at each other, competing with each other, looking for flaws in each other.

Qin Ming's expression was indifferent, there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, and he rushed away with the power of an emperor dragon. Faintly, it turned into a golden dragon, entrenched in the sky, condescending, looking down on the common people.

Clothes hunting, long hair, no wind automatic. The handsome facial features, the water chestnut horns are distinct, like a ghost axe knife, and the edge is boundless.

Wang Yan held the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, his eyes were solemn, and he felt a lot of pressure.

His cultivation itself is lower than that of the other party, and he only has the realm of two veins of emperors, and with the addition of the other party's divine dragon bloodline, his momentum is much weaker.

If it weren't for the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, he would have been out of power for a long time.

But his dark eyes did not show a trace of timidity, and his eyes were resolute and calm. There is also endless killing intent, turning into a ferocious beast, hiding in the depths of the eyes.

This is the way to kill!

Even if there is an enemy, it will never be timid, and after identifying the enemy, it will fight to the death.

It was precisely because of this resoluteness that Qin Ming did not act rashly, but only slowly suppressed it with the general trend.

Rustling!

At the time of the confrontation, Qin Ming was not in a hurry and took a step forward.

He took this step very slowly.

It was as if the passage of time had slowed down with this kick, and the situation in all directions had been affected by this and slowed down.

Slow!

But Wang Yan, who was holding the hilt of the sword, couldn't pull the sword out of the sheath.

Although the other party is slow, there is no flaw, and between the feet, there is even a hint of the general trend, which makes people dignified.

However, if the sword is not unsheathed, when the opponent's foot falls, there may be no chance to come out of the sword.

This sword must be drawn!

In Wang Yan's eyes, the killing intent was like thousands of sparks, slowly condensing.

At the moment when it was about to condense, at the moment when the Yanhuang Sword was about to be unsheathed, Qin Ming's feet suddenly became faster.

Fast!

When he is slow, time freezes for it, and the moment he gets up. The boundless starry sky within the reach of the sky dome is shocked, and the starry sky is picturesque, turning and moving!

Rumble!

The dragon groaned, the star map changed, and before the sword in Wang Yan's hand was unsheathed, Qin Ming's foot fell.

Suddenly, a dragon power erupted from under its feet.

A gentleman is like a dragon, with heaven and strength, and self-improvement!

With a soft drink, the power of the golden emperor dragon visible to the naked eye swept in all directions. The sparks that had been transformed by the thousands of killing intent in Wang Yan's eyes had not yet condensed, and the whole person was shocked and flew out, and his own momentum was shattered.

The terrain is kun, and the gentleman carries things with virtue!

Rumble!

The entire ground trembled and exploded, erupting with thousands of dragon shadows, and Qin Ming soared into the air. The power of his own emperor dragon skyrocketed in an instant, and the speed at which he flickered was even faster than the speed at which Wang Yan flew upside down.

At an astonishing speed, he killed Wang Yan out of thin air, and a dragon fist blasted out.

Wang Yan, who was in the middle of the shock, his face changed slightly, and he had to give up and continue to draw his sword. Holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, the horizontal sword in front.

The divine element in the body was injected into it with the way of killing, and the dragon fortune of the sword body skyrocketed, and a dragon shadow swam around the scabbard.

Clang!

Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his arm was numb, and the Yanhuang Sword almost came out of his hand.

was shocked by the force of this punch and flew out.

Without waiting for the ground, Qin Ming looked indifferent, bullied forward, and constantly launched an offensive.

In an instant, the power of the golden dragon was in full swing.

The sky is full of golden dragon shadows, overwhelming, covering the sky and the sun, known as the world's first fist of the emperor's dragon fist, the momentum of attack, forcing people to kick at all.

In the palace hall, through the huge light curtain, everyone can feel this aggressive and heart-pounding fist.

The strength of the Dilong Fist is undoubtedly revealed.

The fist is magnificent, whistling like the wind, and every punch blasted out, the dragon shadow can be seen roaring.

Under the repeated punches, the flickering dragon shadow, because the punch was too fast, could only be seen in the flash of golden light, Wang Yan gritted his teeth and tried his best to persevere.

Qin Ming made up his mind and would never give Wang Yan a chance to draw his sword, because of this kind of person who cultivates the way of killing.

If you don't draw your sword, once you draw your sword, no matter how heavy the injury is, it can burst out with amazing lethality.

In the palace hall, between the clouds, Emperor Yan frowned slightly, but he was helpless.

Wang Yan can abstain now, if he doesn't abstain and is beaten to death, he can't say anything even if he is the Yan Emperor.

"That's it!"

Qin Ming, who looked indifferent, saw the huge flaws revealed by Wang Yan, and snorted coldly, and countless dragon shadows permeated this side of the world. All of them converged in Qin Ming's fist, and this punch blasted out.

Wang Yan could no longer hold the Yanhuang Sword in his hand, and the long sword came out of his hand and threw it high into the sky.

But Qin Ming's explosive fist continued to bombard his chest mercilessly.

"Your Highness!"

Feng Lao, who was fighting with Tuoba Yun on the side, saw this scene, his expression was anxious, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Wang Yan's eyes were dull, his eyes looked at the air a little stupidly, and the eyes that flew out were golden.

Ignoring Qin Ming's continued falling fist, he only had the sword in his eyes.

"Damn!"

The Tiance scholar in the rear, who was seriously injured and couldn't move, was anxious, his eyes were slightly silky, and he shouted anxiously: "Your Highness abstained! abstain! abstain!"

If you don't abstain, this punch will fall, and you will really not be far from death.

Wang Yan looked at the Yanhuang Sword dangling in the sky, and at this moment, he thought a lot.

He thought of the tragic death of his mother when he was young, the helplessness of offending his thirteenth brother and being forced to leave the imperial city, the cruelty of the battlefield fighting, and Xiao Chen's rebuke that day...... What do you want?

Abstaining?

Never!

In his eyes, thousands of killing intent turned into sparks and condensed again, and the flames of killing intent burned in his eyes.

Wang Yan's body erupted with terrifying killing intent, and the moment Qin Ming's punch landed on his chest, he used his fingers as a sword and also stabbed Qin Ming's chest.

Poof!

In the chest of the Nine Emperor Princes, a blood hole the size of a bowl appeared, and the whole person was completely blasted out.

Qin Ming didn't take a step back, but when he landed, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his chest.

Blood was all over his hands, a hole appeared in his chest, blood gushed like a spring, and Wang Yan's last sword also pierced his dragon power.

"Look for death. ”

Qin Ming was suddenly furious, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he killed him again.

But at this moment, a ray of blood light burned like fireworks, and it came across the sky.

There was a figure that jumped up and grabbed the Yanhuang Sword in the air.

Then it fell to the ground like a meteor, blocking in front of Wang Yan and catching the punch.

Boom!

The moment the two fists collided, the man didn't move an inch, the dragon groaned in his body, and he was not afraid in the face of the overwhelming power of the imperial dragon.

"Emperor Dragon Fist, Dragon Flying Sky!"

Qin Ming's face changed slightly, and he punched out, listening to his orders, and the dragons flew into the sky.

"Supreme Dragon Fist, the dragons have no leader!"

The person who came was not in a hurry, and it was also a punch that blasted out, and the group of dragons ordered by Qin Ming collided at the moment when the two fists collided. Turned into thousands of lights and shadows, scattered in all directions, like headless flies in the air.

"Emperor Dragon Fist, the dragons bow down!"

Qin Ming was furious, this was the first time this situation had occurred, and he immediately cleansed the Shenyuan and punched again. Forcefully let the heavenly dome, thousands of dragon shadows, regather under its fist, swooping down.

"Supreme Dragon Fist, angry and unfair!"

Qin Ming was angry, but the people who came were even angrier than him, angry at this piece of heaven that was dominated by evil dragons. This day is unfair, so I will scatter this sky and return my clarity.

Rumble!

With a punch, the dragon shadows that bowed down were all shattered, the sky was clear, and the vast starry sky reappeared.

In the midst of the starlight, Xiao Chen said softly: "I will also return your punch, I am the only one!"

What is Supreme?

Heaven and earth, I am the only one!