"Don't worry, now is not the time for you to be in a hurry, someone is more anxious than you. ”

"Huh?"

Wang Yun looked in the direction of Yuan Zhen's finger, it was the altar where the Nine Emperor Prince Wang Yan was, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe, don't look at it, hide first. ”

Yuan Zhen pulled his hood, hid his face deeper, and turned to say.

"Mr. Yuan, tell me, where the ninth altar is?"

Wang Yun retracted his gaze, turned his gaze to Yuan Zhen, and said eagerly, with a crazy look flashing in his eyes.

There was no moment for him to feel that he was so close to the position of the crown prince.

From childhood to adulthood, among many princes, he has always been a joke. was bullied, swallowed his anger, forced a smile and lived until now.

If he can become the crown prince, Wang Yun's right fist is clenched, and a stream of blood is fluttering.

Yuan Zhen glanced at Wang Yun's expression, and said with a slight smile: "Yes, I like your current state very much, but now is really not the time to tell you." Hide from me for now, the big battle will be more damaging than you can imagine. ”

"The Great War?"

Wang Yun looked a little dazed, the eldest brother is so strong now, who dares to fight against him.

It's helpless enough to be such a fool on the stall.

Sighing in his heart, Yuan Zhen briefly explained: "The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind is more devastating. Your brothers, when they wake up, will definitely understand a truth. Only by joining forces to kill the past and destroy your eldest brother's altar will there be a slight chance. Don't you see that your eldest brother's doormen are guarding around the altar and don't dare to move an inch?"

Wang Yun swept his eyes, and sure enough, it was so.

Those masters of the Blood Martial Dynasty, as well as the Six Veins Emperor Zuo Yu, looked relaxed. But he did not relax at all, looking at the Quartet vigilantly, the defense was airtight, and did not show the slightest flaw.

Thinking of the big battle in Yuan Zhen's mouth, Wang Yundun dared to be frightened, if it was really as he said.

Just because the eighth brother and the thirteenth brother joined forces, those powerful and outrageous doormen are not counting the doormen of other princes.

I can't imagine what kind of destructive power it should cause.

Wang Yun woke up and said loudly: "Let's go, let's go quickly." ”

"Don't move, follow me. ”

Yuan Zhen shook his head slightly, led the way in front of his head, and led the group of doormen and the four princes to quickly escape.

The turmoil in the core area intensified, and it absorbed the great prince of an altar dragon yuan. It's already so strong that it's unreasonable, and just a glance at it makes people feel frightened.

At this moment, in addition to Wang Fei's altar, only three are still there.

They were the Eleventh Prince, as well as the Ninth Emperor Prince Wang Yan and the Sixth Prince Wang Ming, and the other altars were either destroyed or abandoned.

On the altar where the eleventh prince was, Lin Feng, the god of death, and Chu Feng of the Mixed Yuan Palace, their faces all looked quite ugly.

"Shall we keep, or shall we abandon it?"

The eleventh prince looked at the two people, his heart was wavering, and he was still entangled.

Chu Feng groaned: "Don't worry, his sword will definitely attack the Nine Emperor Prince Wang Yan, Your Highness, you step up the cultivation of the Yan Emperor Sword." Only by perfectly integrating his own avenue can he have some chance to compete with him. ”

Lin Feng swept his eyes around, and said calmly: "There are still many variables, I look at the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince, it seems that Annai can't stop it." ”

"That's right, the starling brother and the thirteenth brother will definitely not sit idly by and watch the eldest brother continue to be strong!"

The eleventh prince made up his mind in his heart, and he was not entangled, and he concentrated on refining the Yanhuang Sword.

How big a crisis there is, how much opportunity there is, and the eleventh prince doesn't want to give up yet.

In the midst of the flames.

Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the eldest prince Wang Fei, and his heart was shocked.

It's too fast, it's really too fast.

Without giving people much time to react at all, the eldest prince Wang Fei destroyed the four altars with a devastating force, and at this moment it was so strong that it was unbearable to look at directly.

The domineering spirit of the royal road made Wang Fei's heart swell to the point of almost distortion, crazy and strong.

He is ruthless and decisive.

Got rid of the two henchmen and killed the two princes with the lowest strength, and no one could compete with them at this moment.

"Nine Emperor Princes, the fate is in chaos, I can completely see the situation on all sides, the number of destiny, there is chaos. ”

Tiance Scholar frowned, and at the critical moment, the fate of the Dao failed, which made him blame himself a little: "However, the fate of His Highness is that yin and yang clash with each other, fate and fate, and it is difficult to determine the good and evil...... It is recommended that His Highness avoid his front for the time being. ”

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish!"

In the midst of wild laughter, after refining and refining Wang Fei, who had newly absorbed Long Yuan, his eyes swept and fell on Wang Yan.

As others expected, the target of his sword was none other than the Nine Emperor Prince Wang Yan!

"Xiao Chen, dare to take my sword!"

Seeing Xiao Chen on the altar, the killing intent that had been suppressed for a long time in Wang Fei's heart finally broke out unscrupulously.

There is no nonsense, the sword is raised, and the heritage of a dynasty is more than 100,000 years. Turning into a heavenly sword, it was like a sharp blade piercing the sky, and fell straight towards the altar where Wang Yan was.

This is already comparable to the peak blow of the Seven Veins Emperor, and it is even more terrifying.

The most important thing is that the ancient tomb of the Yan Emperor is deep, even if the real seven-vein emperor is here, or the eight-vein emperor is difficult to achieve such prestige.

The incomparable sword is far more than the previous four swords.

This sword is not only the mighty sword of the emperor, but also the body of the dynasty that has gone through the wind and frost legend from the long river of time.

The splendor of the sword power makes this vast and boundless core area seem incomparably small.

Whether to defend or retreat is only in Wang Yan's thoughts.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and let the wind caused by the sword power blow his clothes and stir his long hair.

Wang Fei's sword was named for him to pick it up, but whether he could take it or not, he couldn't help Xiao Chen.

It's not a question of whether it can be caught, but if Wang Yan chooses to retreat, this sword will be meaningless.

"This king has not lost a single person in his life, since the kings do not live up to me, I will not live up to the kings, please help me catch a sword, live and die together!"

Wang Yan's calm words, under the shock of the mighty sword, were like nothing. But it was like tar, igniting the blood in the hearts of Qin Zhuolin, Tiance scholars and others, and in the face of this earth-shattering sword, there was no intention of retreating.

War!

"My name is Xiao Suo, and now I hold the flag with my flesh and blood, and I am allowed to be injured for a lifetime. Red Blood King, please give me the undefeated fighting spirit!"

Half a world of ups and downs, upheaval and displacement, half a world of invincible, rampant and unscrupulous. Xiao Suo burst into a shout, letting his vitality burn, and the blood-colored battle flag waved in the wind.

Inherited from the undefeated battle spirit of the Red Blood King, it crosses time and space, from the distant past, and breaks the barriers of time and space. turned into a round of blood-colored sun, lit up one side, and forced back the glory of Wang Fei's dynasty.

"The sun is like the sky, and the fire is not extinguished!"

The Hao armor of the Golden Crow Empire, its face did not change color, and it was like tar, turning into a true fire of the sun and burning.

Its eyes were golden, and the bloodline of the flood was fully activated, and suddenly a golden crow circled around the altar.

"Pointing to the sun is the sky, painting the earth is the dragon!"

Qin Zhuolin used his dragon hunting technique to the extreme, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

The place where this finger happened to be the blood-colored day that was transformed by the undefeated battle intent, and it was this small altar for a moment. Under the sword of the 100,000-year-old imperial heritage, it was forced to hold up a piece of the sky.

With the other finger on the ground, the ground is painted as a dragon, summoning a wisp of dragon vein shadow, and the bright golden crow, soaring upward.

"Heaven and earth are righteous, the sun, moon and stars!"

Tiance scholars didn't care much, folded the fan in his hand, and slowly unfolded it. By the sun, moon and galaxy, he derives his own heroic qi and blesses this side of the world.

Except for Xiao Chen, Wumeng and the others on the altar all tried their best, even at the expense of overdrawing their lives.

to resist, to resist the 100,000-year-old imperial heritage, the invincible sword derived from it.

"Kill!"

Xiao Suo took the lead, holding the blood-colored battle flag, facing the brilliant sword, and rushed over.

It looks like some mantis arms are used as cars, and there are dead and lifeless actions, so that the princes and bigwigs outside the palace can't bear to look at it.

Clang!

The moment the red blood battle flag touched the sword, Xiao Suo spit out a mouthful of blood, and the right hand holding the battle flag appeared a slight crack.

The invincible sword was actually blocked for a moment by him with his undefeated fighting intent.

The Quartet is afraid of earthquakes, this scene is really incredible.

Even the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince didn't dare to take the sword, but it was blocked by a doorman under the Ninth Emperor.

"Brother Xiao, I'm here to help you!"

Whoosh!

Seeing that the crack on Xiao Suo's arm was about to spread all over his body, five figures rose into the air at the same time.

Qin Zhuolin condensed all the general trends of heaven and earth that he could connect with his body. Turned into a dragon shadow, and the golden crow transformed by Hao armor, one left and one right, attacked the sword that was derived from the dynasty.

Click, click, click!

Under the gaze of complete disbelief, the sword light actually appeared a trace of cracks, and there was a hidden tendency to collapse.

The eldest prince's face changed wildly, how could this be!

The royal path he cultivated could not tolerate such a failure, and once he failed, it would hurt the origin of the great avenue.

But just as he was about to make another sword, he suddenly felt a chill.

Looking along the cold, he saw that on the altar, Xiao Chen didn't know when he opened his eyes.

Behind him, a cyan dragon shadow was condensed, reaching the sky and the earth, containing the power of the pure king dragon.