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Above the sky, a circle of ripples suddenly spread. In the dull sound of thunder, the clouds sped away, and a stream of fire broke through the clouds, dragging the raging flames diagonally into the earth below. This is the south of the ice field, with rolling hills and low mountains, but there is no vegetation, and it is a barren scene. In the midst of the fire, Masson looked at the sky in silence. I don't know when there was an extra piece of flame armor on the sword lord's body, and it was the flames emitted by this flame helmet that dragged through the sky to form this fire flow.

It was Marson's engraved armament.

The sun suddenly drilled out of the clouds and fell.

Of course, the real sun could not have fallen to the ground, and the round golden light was actually the armament of Targario, drowning in the golden light that could not be seen directly, and the Emperor chased after Masen. This round of Jinyang swept at supersonic speed, and sonic booms continued to appear on the trajectory. After a few sonic booms, Masson could barely see Targario in the golden sun, raising his fist and preparing to attack.

Masson pointed forward, and a flaming sword appeared around his body out of nothing. At this moment, Targario swung his fist, and a dull sound of a heavy object breaking through the air sounded in midair. A flaming long sword butted and combined in front of Ma Sen, forming a circular sword shield. As soon as the sword and shield were formed, Targario's iron fist had already smashed into the center. The dense golden rift took the fist as the origin, spreading towards the sword and shield all around.

Just as Ma Sen had predicted, the sword and shield exploded, and each flame sword was catalytically reduced to a source flame. The cloud of fire rapidly expanded in midair, and Masson sped down from the cloud of fire before finally falling to the ground. Masson adjusted his posture and landed in a half-kneeling position, and was pushed backwards by the huge inertia. Hands and feet plowed deep and charred ravines into the ground, and after a hundred meters of retreat, Masson finally stopped.

At this time, the sun also sets to the ground.

The entire wasteland bounced violently, and the hundreds of square meters of ground at the landing site first sank downward, and then was squeezed into the air by the shock wave, spitting strands of sharon in all directions in a blowout fashion. Hundreds of tons of sand and gravel sprayed around, piling up large and small bags of soil.

Targario walked forward, the dazzling golden light on his body gradually retreating into his body, wisps of green smoke rising from his body, and his steps were firmly in the direction of Mason.

Ma Sen also stood up, the flame armor on his body disappeared, and looked at the Emperor in silence.

"Why do you do that, Masson?" Targario shook his head: "I can't figure it out, you have power, status, money. You have no less than the throne than I do. I gave you everything I could give you, but why did you betray me! ”

"You don't understand, brother." Masson walked up, turned sideways to Targario, and pointed at the Emperor: "I'm going to change something." You see, our ancestors left us a lot of things, but there are also a lot of decaying things in them. It binds us and keeps us from moving forward. And you could have broken them, changed them. But look at you, you didn't do anything. Since you don't want to do it, then it's up to me. Considering that you will not give me the throne, I can only go down the path today. As for hurting your feelings because of this, all I can say is, I'm sorry. ”

"Excuse me?" Targario narrowed his eyes: "If you feel guilty, it's too late to stop." I can pretend that nothing has happened, and even give you back the dukeship. ”

"No kidding." Masson waved his hand and laughed, "You and me."

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We all know that to this point, how to do it when everything does not happen? I've got another revelation, Targario, don't you want to be a freelancer? Now the opportunity has come, you can leave and give the kingdom to me. I promise to make it even better, you know I have the ability, don't you? ”

"And your children, I guarantee that they still have everything they have now, and more. And I can swear that my children and grandchildren will not inherit all this. When I die, the throne will be yours, or your heirs will inherit it. ”

Targario spewed two heat waves from his nose: "Are you kidding me?" The throne is not child's play, how can it be let go of it. ”

"Masson, what exactly do you want!"

"Am I saying that it's obvious enough? I need power, not a duke, not a general or anything. It's the power of the king, and I'm going to use it to change the country, so that the rules and regulations of our ancestors don't have to bind us anymore! ”

"You've been talking about ancestors or something, for example?"

"For example, why should we protect the Naga? Brothers, strictly speaking, they are also alien, maybe bitches raised in the back garden of the Principality of Shadows. Masson pointed hard at Targario: "They obviously have a fountain of immortality that can save people's lives, but they are not prepared to share it with us at all." In that case, why protect them, because our ancestors promised a little? ”

"Fountain of Youth...... Targario's eyes darkened slightly: "I see, Mason, you are doing this in vain. The Fountain of Youthfulness can't save your wife, I see her as my sister. If Lao Quan could save her, I wouldn't have asked the Naga clan to give it to her. ”

"Shut up!" Masson roared, "Targario, you're a hypocrite. That's not what you said when I went to beg you that day. ”

"That's because, I don't know what you're trying to do. At the same time, you don't know what the Fountain of Youthfulness means to the Naga! How could I have promised you casually, and it was only later that I learned that your wife was critically ill, and by then you had refused to contact me. ”

"Since you won't help me, then I'll have to come by myself, I don't think I've done anything wrong? Isn't it the duty of every husband to save his wife? ”

Targario nodded, "Yes, but you shouldn't have brought so many innocent people in." Do you think your wife would be happy if she knew? I've heard that she's getting sicker, don't you think it's because you've done it that has made her angry. But your love for her makes her unable to stop you. Wake up, Masson, in this whirlpool, it is not you, not me, but your wife who suffers the most! ”

"Shut up, shut up!" Masson raised his head, his eyes slightly crazy: "I won't stop, and I can't stop." She's running out of time, Targario. My brother, this is the last time I will call you that. Either you leave or ...... Die here! ”

The flames flickered, and the flaming helmet on Masson reappeared. A flaming sword burst out of the ground, then a second, a third, and an endless. Countless flaming swords rose from under Mason's feet, and they floated around the Sword Lord, numbering hundreds and thousands, and the flaming swords continued to appear.

Targario sighed and closed his eyes, "It seems that there is only one way to stop, Masson. ”

"Come on, then." Masson hooked his fingers.

Golden light reappeared, hundreds of golden rays from the skin of the Targario

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The skin and the cracks in the armor radiated through it, and quickly continued into patches, and finally a golden sun rose on the wasteland. In the golden sun, Targario began to run, and he rushed straight towards Masson, and the unrivaled momentum immediately surged away. Ma Sen turned around suddenly, facing the Great Emperor, thousands of flame swords immediately pointed at each other, one of them buzzed lightly, suddenly swept out, dragging a tail flame towards Jinyang.

Follow the flame swords and shoot out one after another.

Ten thousand swords flew by, like a school of fish returning to the sea, and the dense long sword had no space to evade at all. Targario wasn't ready to dodge, the golden sun crashed into the sword tide so strongly, and the flame sword slammed into the golden light, rubbing out a fine line, and it shocked Targario's power. The Great Emperor continued to push forward, the explosions were endless, countless fireballs flashed, and the waves of impact emitted a sharp whistling sound, resounding throughout the wasteland!

Finally, the sun came out of the sword tide, and there was still a distance of ten meters from Ma Sen, but the emperor raised his fist and smashed it. As soon as the fist moved, Masson was already soaring into the sky. Behind the Sword Lord, a low mountain a hundred meters away suddenly shook violently. A spider-like crack appeared in the center of the mountain, and then the low mountain disintegrated and collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, it collapsed, rolling down countless rubble.

Masson leapt into the air, his hands raised. The sword tide on the ground suddenly flew up, drawing a graceful arc on the wasteland, turning in mid-air, and then falling towards Targario like a waterfall in the nine heavens.

Swords raining down!

Targario was on both feet, and on the wasteland, a round of golden sun rose. In the face of a rain of swords, Targario rushed forward. Masson's body began to fall, and he stretched out his hands and grabbed two flaming swords at random to face the sun. Far away, the sword lord's double swords continued to draw out, and with each stroke, a wave of indescribable sword qi swept down. Targario swung his fists in unison, and the dull fist wind continued to explode the sword qi in the air, so the void flame between the two suddenly extinguished.

In the blink of an eye, Iron Fist and Sword Qi didn't know how many times they had clashed.

Finally, the two met in mid-air.

A fist emerged from the golden light and thrust into Masson's chest in no apparent terms.

The heavens and the earth changed color, and the air waves rolled wildly, as if the whole world was driven by this punch.

Masson shouted, and slashed his sword at the Emperor's fist.

Suddenly, there was a dense murmur.

The flame sword shattered inch by inch, and Ma Sen flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, bleeding from his ears and nose.

The fist retracted, and Targario descended to the ground, and the sunlight on his body was much darker.

Masson landed first to the ground, looking up at the golden sun that had fallen from the sky. Hold your hands high and clasp them virtually. The flying flame swords swept over Masson's head, and the flame swords continued to combine, and the flying blocks pieced together a giant lightsaber that was more than ten meters long and full of flames. Ma Sen held the Djinn Sword in both hands and swung it vigorously towards the golden sun in mid-air.

The giant sword slowly fell obliquely, and the sword momentum collapsed like a mountain and a sea, and it simply and rudely slammed down. In the golden light, Targario looked solemn, and his hands stretched out, holding the giant sword that fell in mid-air. The two forces immediately collided violently in mid-air, and a wave of absolute loud sound continued to sweep over this ice field, spreading far away.

Man on the horse, Alan narrowed. He and Julian were still far away from the battle circle where the two powerhouses were fighting at this moment, and from this distance, they could only see a flaming sword pressing down on the golden sun and falling towards the earth.

When the two fell to the ground, the whole heaven and earth were darkened.

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