Above the sky, the thunder was furious, and thousands of thunder dragons danced wildly, falling one after another.

One, ten, twenty......

Zhao Baichuan took advantage of his free time to grab a handful of pills and put them in his mouth and swallowed them quickly to make up for the sharp consumption of Zhenyuan, but he himself was not injured, and it seemed that he had a great chance of succeeding in the tribulation.

"Zhao Baichuan treasoned and rebelled, and his crime should be punished, so you don't surrender quickly. ”

The crown prince broke into the palace with a group of strong grandmasters, he himself is also a master of grandmasters, in the face of such a terrifying strength, these black-armored troops who are famous in the eyes of ordinary people can't stop them at all.

"You dare to slander the prince and look for death!"

The vast majority of the masters in the Sword Pavilion were loyal to the palace, because many of them were orphans, who had been raised by the palace since childhood, cultivated and taught martial arts, and had already regarded the glory of the palace as their highest creed.

"I don't know what is alive or dead. ”

A middle-aged man in a blue martial robe beside the prince drew his sword out of the sheath, and with a single sword, he crushed the oncoming sword qi, this person's name was Zhang Ming, who was a disciple of the second sword peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect and a martial artist of the Linghai Realm.

He was saved by the prince's cheap father-in-law because he failed to break through the threshold of life and death, but his death door was also sealed, and he never had the opportunity to step into the realm of the martial king again in his life.

Zhang Ming, who couldn't see hope, obeyed the arrangement of the second elder and came to the prince of the Gale Kingdom to do things, enjoying the wealth of the world, at first he was still very proud, but slowly, he felt that a place like the Gale Kingdom was his own paradise.

Except that the strength of the King of Gale is a little stronger than him, he feels that he has no opponents, even the prince is polite to him, what kind of beauty he wants, explain it in one sentence, and guarantee that he will appear in his bed that night.

Whether it is a amorous noblewoman, a young and lovely girl, or a beautiful and sultry twin, or even a mother and daughter flower, as long as he wants, the prince can absolutely meet any of his requirements, and he falls and completely falls in love with the temptation of worldly power.

As long as this time the matter is done, he can be a marquis and have his own fiefdom, just thinking about it, he was excited, and volunteered: "Your Highness, what kind of talk do you have to talk to them, with us, wouldn't it be faster to kill them directly." ”

"Yes, Your Highness, what a waste of effort are these wastes, wouldn't it be better to kill them directly. ”

Many of them are masters from the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect is one of the best sects in the entire horizontal region, don't look at their cultivation to the realm of the Grandmaster, but the martial arts they cultivate are not comparable to even some royal disciples of the Great Wind Country, this is the essence of the Great Sect.

They were confident that they could be called invincible under the Martial King in this place if they went out alone, so even in the face of the many masters of the Beichuan Palace, they didn't take it seriously.

"Who do you say is a waste? grass, there is a kind of grass to try, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will let your head fall to the ground with a sword?"

A short-tempered Sword Pavilion directly opened his mouth and scolded, he had already cultivated to the middle stage of the Grandmaster at the age of five Chinese New Year's Eve, he had always been called a genius by others, and now that he was said so, he couldn't be angry.

"Who are you a waste and scolding for being crippled? Lao Tzu even if he has one hand, it is enough to take your cheap life within ten moves, and if you don't accept it, you have a kind of stand up and fight with Lao Tzu, a group of untouchables in the poor ravine, you really think you are a character,"

The disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who spoke just now was not intimidated at all, his qualifications were in the middle of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he was often ridiculed, humiliated and bullied by those geniuses in the sect, and now when he came to this remote place, he felt that he was a genius among geniuses compared to the martial artists here, and he also began to learn to scold others as waste in his own awesome appearance, and he also liked this feeling.

"Grass, come and come, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, you can kill me in ten moves. ”

The grumpy old brother of the Sword Pavilion shouted angrily, jumped directly in front of the crowd, carried the sword, and pointed at the man with the broken arm.

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly, see how Lao Tzu takes your dog's life in ten moves. ”

The man with the broken arm grabbed the sword and walked forward, opening his mouth to talk trash talk, and directly turned on the taunt mode, which caused the grumpy brother of the Sword Pavilion to be furious, the sword was like a dragon, and the battle was about to break out, but the battle ended soon.

As the man with the broken arm said, the so-called genius in this poor ravine was not vulnerable to him at all, even if he was missing a hand, but he only used six moves to slash the genius brother of the Sword Pavilion under the sword, and his head fell to the ground.

In the late stage of the Grandmaster vs. the middle stage of the Grandmaster, there is certainly a gap in the realm, but in fact, they all use the true yuan to fight, and they all only have the power of one yuan, relatively speaking, the gap in the small realm is not enough to cause crushing.

What they are really inferior to is the gap in skills, the gap in swordsmanship level and combat experience, and most importantly, the gap in martial arts, which is the key to determining victory or defeat.

The battle between the strong is enough to determine life and death in a single thought, and the seemingly small gap in ordinary times will be infinitely magnified in the battle, and the slightest carelessness will be caught by the opponent and killed with one blow.

"Hahahaha, okay, Brother Zhen's swordsmanship is really amazing. ”

The prince laughed happily, as if he had seen the situation that he would be able to dominate the world in a few days, just with these masters sent by his father-in-law, who is still his opponent in many countries in the world?

The old man can say that as long as he ascends the throne and becomes the king, his daughter's mother will serve the world, and he will send a strong man in the martial king realm for him to drive, he can't wait, as long as the people of the Beichuan King are solved, he will not be far from ascending the throne.

"Who else wants to die?"

The man with the broken arm stared at the people of the Sword Pavilion extremely arrogantly, his unstoppable appearance was so rampant that everyone couldn't wait to pull out two forty-eight size shoe prints on his face.

"A bunch of rubbish, what, do you know you're scared now?"

"Come on, teach me to be a man? You kind of cut off Lao Tzu's hand and step on my face. ”

The man with the broken arm looked crazy, as if he had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and only his fellow disciples and brothers present knew that this guy was bullied a lot when he was in the sect, and he had a bit of a problem with his brain.

"Hahahaha, you bunch of waste, are you afraid, hahahaha......"

Seeing that the master of the Beichuan Wang's lineage was afraid, the prince took the opportunity to pretend to persuade him to surrender and said: "This prince is the person who belongs to the destiny of heaven, and you are just confused by the thief, if you surrender now, I will not blame the past, otherwise, he will be your end." ”

This he refers to the Sword Pavilion master who had just been killed.

"Damn, it's so infuriating, I can't stand it. ”

In the camp of the Sword Pavilion, a master couldn't help but shout, squeezing out of the crowd, wanting to teach the other party a hard lesson.