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A figure flipped back from the center of the battle and landed on the ground, and the whole person staggered backwards, raising a puff of dust on the altar.

The figure is the eighth prince.

I saw that even though he was bare-handed at this time, his eyes were still bright, looking at the prince, and he did not flinch at all.

The prince's big knife was horizontal, not giving the eighth prince a gap at all, and the whole person was like a big guillotine, and his body turned into a meteor and cut horizontally.

The shadow of the big knife was so fast that it was dizzying, and the shadow of the sword that came with it tore through the air, and Si Si screamed.

Although the voice was very small, the onlookers could hear it clearly.

The first of them, the eighth prince, was even more calm, and his fists turned into a fierce tiger, meeting the big sword.

The Eighth Prince actually wanted to fight against the big sword with his flesh.

"Look for death!" the prince snorted coldly.

However, he was answered by a huge black shadow of a fist, which struck the broadsword without stopping.

Rumble......

There was a violent burst of aura, and the fist did not shatter, but the big knife stopped on the fist of the Eighth Emperor.

The messy murderous aura and spiritual power tore at the periphery of the two, and scattered frantically in all directions.

The prince's eyes couldn't help but change drastically.

The Eighth Emperor blocked his big knife with his fist, not only did he not have the slightest scar, but also had any disadvantage in the tribe, and the huge spiritual power that came from his fist actually shook the big knife slightly.

At this moment, another fist turned into a fierce tiger, and it was as fast as lightning and blasted towards the big knife.

Where the fist passed, a clearly visible air tear mark flashed in the air, and the space seemed to be shattered, so fast that it was less than a breath, and before the prince could react, the fist had already hit the big knife.

Like a mirror shattering, a crisp cracking sound came.

The prince was like a thunderbolt, the corner of his mouth was sweet, a stream of blood spurted out, and the whole figure instantly retreated.

His eyes were full of shock, even a little incredulous.

Looking at the eighth prince, I saw the latter clenching his fists and looking at himself with a calm look.

Looking at the big knife from the corner of his eye, the blade that was still as bright as a mirror before had a thin crack at this time.

It's so conspicuous.

The big knife is the prince's natal weapon, and now the weapon is damaged, and the prince is also injured because of it.

"What kind of exercise are you?" the crown prince looked at the Eighth Prince and couldn't help asking.

Being able to break people with a pair of fists can't help but surprise and shock the prince.

After all, there is no such secret in the royal exercises.

"Want to know?" the Eighth Prince sneered and asked, "Taste my fist first, and I'll tell you!"

Let's talk about it.

The eighth prince turned into a hurricane, and his fists were like raindrops in a hurricane, wrapped in endless murderous aura and spiritual power, and blasted towards the prince.

As soon as the prince's figure retreated, he unfolded the broadsword, forming an impenetrable wall, stopping all the fist shadows of the eight princes.

Boom......

The sound kept coming, and I saw the Eighth Prince's fists hitting the prince's sword wall one after another like waves.

Every wave of blows from the Eighth Prince made the crown prince keep retreating.

With each step back, there was an additional trail of blood on the altar floor.

Under such a domineering and fierce fist of the Eighth Prince, the entire sword wall of the crown prince was retreating, and blood was spilled on the ground.

Everyone looked at the Eight Princes who were fighting in the field, and their eyes were shocked.

Although there have always been rumors in the palace that among the many royal children, the martial arts are the most popular among the eight princes, but many Du'an monks have not seen this person, and they have only heard that the eighth prince likes to travel, unlike other royal children who rarely leave Du'an, so many people in Du'an have only heard of the name of the eighth prince, but few have seen his true face.

The fist of the Eighth Prince is not at all like the fist of the human body,

Ignoring the realm and the ritual weapon, in front of them, the realm and the ritual instrument are like fragile children.

The prince retreated step by step, his whole body began to be messy, and the broadsword was faintly unstable.

On the other hand, the Eight Princes are pressing step by step, and every move and style is a big opening and closing, but it contains a certain law of the Great Dao.

Clang......

At this moment, a crisp snapping sound sounded, and a large severed knife flew over the edge of the altar and fell to the bottom of the palace square, cutting off the entire right arm of an unlucky soldier, and then plunging it into the ground, and the blade suddenly became much darker.

The crown prince was already seriously injured at this time.

But the eighth prince was even more majestic at this time, his fists danced like dragons, and without the defense of the big sword, the prince was like a big tree exposed to the wind, without leaves to shield him from the wind and rain, and the defense of the prince's whole body was shattered layer by layer.

Bouncing ......

The fist rained down on the prince, and in just a short moment, the prince's whole body was beaten out of human shape.

Rumble......

A puff of dust stirred up, and the prince was struck into the altar wall, deep into it.

Everyone looked at it, and at this time, the prince was unrecognizable, the bridge of his nose was sunken, his teeth were falling out, his eyes were already swollen and not human eyes, his hands were softly drooping down, and his chest was also sunken in a large area, and he was drenched in blood.

If it weren't for the mercy of the Eighth Prince, the crown prince would have already returned to the stars.

"You ......" The prince tried hard to open one eye, and the corners of his mouth squirmed for a long time, and finally it only turned into one word.

The eighth prince abolished the prince's whole body cultivation.

History is so similar and ironic, the crown prince abolished Queen Cang, and now he also ended up like this.

"After all, we are brothers, although I say that I want to kill you, no matter what, we are all brothers by blood after all. The eighth prince looked at the crown prince and said with sympathy.

"Someone will tell you what your fate will be!" he continued.

Then, I saw the figure of the Eight Emperors cross the edge of the altar and come into the air, looking at the dense army below, and in the corner of the palace, a huge reflection rune array has already clearly reflected what happened on the altar above.

This was laid down by the Six Princes before.

"Today's events have long been clear, the crown prince has been ambushed, if anyone dares to resist, there will be no mercy!" The domineering voice of the eighth prince resounded in the sky above Du'an.

"Follow the prince!" At this time, a young but hoarse voice suddenly sounded, but it was a young man, I saw him with a hideous face, holding a big knife, looking at the Praetorian Guards in front of him, raising his arms and shouting.

"Follow the prince!" Suddenly, a young soldier shouted loudly.

But just as the young soldiers were about to erupt, sharp blades suddenly flashed from their necks.

Bright red snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, sneering towards the air.

As gorgeous as a fountain.

There was no wailing or screaming, and these soldiers, who were still screaming just now, fell to the ground and died one after another.

The soldiers of the Prince's Mansion around them, looking at their companions who fell to the ground and died, their whole limbs suddenly became cold, and a cold air came out of their hearts.

These people, when did they start pouring into the Prince's Mansion, and the generals of the Prince's Mansion, their faces were pale, red and white, looking at the soldiers who attacked the people around them, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of fear in their hearts, looking at each other, and clearly seeing the deep jealousy and defense in each other's eyes.

ps:The number of favorites is not increasing but falling.,What's going on?Didn't you write that the protagonist killed all the way to become the most awesome person? You know,The protagonist's current realm is very low.,In the writing thinking of the water cup,The protagonist is not the most awesome type.,Because a person's growth is not an adventure.,Immortal fruits.,All of them belong to him alone.,But everyone has their own circumstances.,For example, the skull,The Huangquan heart method given to him by the cat master,This is only for the soul attack.,It's suitable for him to cultivate.,Even if the protagonist's mental power is super awesome.,But he just can't do it.,Because his soul fire can't compare to a skull.,For example, Yan Qixing.,He can do it alone.,This fate that belongs to him is not what the protagonist can get. 。 If you don't like it, then you won't be able to do it

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