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Man to man.

Dragons clashing dragons.

A series of collisions, the power is immeasurable, forming an apocalyptic image, the surrounding area has been violently affected, and the entire smoke and rain building trembled violently, even if there is an enchantment protection, it is difficult to be spared.

Some spectators who were not strong felt the inexplicable pressure, had difficulty breathing, and trembled all over.

Someone even spilled blood.

They are actually far away, and they are also protected by the smoke and rain building, Rao is so, they all have such an end, if they are close to the battle area, what will be the result?

I'm afraid I'll be shocked to death!

This battle can be described as terrifying.

After repeated fist encounters, there was finally a variable, Fan Lang and the prince punched at the same time, and each other's fists bombarded each other's chests, causing a violent impact that shattered the sky and the earth.

The dragon robe on the prince's body shed some of the damage, but it still cracked.

Fan Lang was also injured, and the king's bone armor on his body collapsed slightly.

Both of them withdrew their fists, punched and swept their legs, twisted their waists and spun their steps, and launched hand-to-hand combat, with powerful and subtle moves. In the blink of an eye, the two dismantled more than ten moves, and they won and lost each other.

The prince suddenly swept with a wave of his arm and smashed into Fan Lang's front door, but Fan Lang raised his hand to block it. The two looked at each other closely, and their eyes were like swords and swords.

"Fan Lang, I want you to understand today that imperial power cannot be provoked!" the prince shouted, and freed his other fist to blast at Fan Lang.

"Bullshit imperial power, your Hua family's dragon chair is not snatched from the previous dynasty, it's just that the winner is the king, and the loser is the coward, do you really think that you are the son of destiny?" Fan Lang blocked the prince's fist with a punch as he spoke.

The fists collided, the power exploded, and the two were shaken out.

Fan Lang spun around in the air, stretched out his legs and kicked in mid-air, unloading the impact, stopping castration, and then changing his moves, pulling out the dragon scale sword, injecting the chalcedony jade liquid, and performing the Ten Thousand Shadows Sword Technique.

The same swordsmanship is performed by different realms, and the effect is completely different.

The dragon scale sword in Fan Lang's hand flickered, and the mysterious power surged, condensing a genuine sword in mid-air, each with a realistic metal texture, rather than ordinary sword qi.

One hundred, five hundred, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand!

Fan Lang made 10,000 sharp swords out of thin air, and under the sun, tens of thousands of sharp swords were as cold as a forest. He stabbed out with a sword, and ten thousand swords followed, turning into a silver torrent that crossed the sky.

The prince was not idle, he used the time just now to condense the move, turned his palm over, grabbed it in the air, and pressed it down against Fan Lang, and there was a dragon roar in the clouds above, and a golden dragon claw broke out of the clouds, with a length of thousands of zhang, and went straight to Fan Lang.

Fan Lang harnessed ten thousand sharp swords to fight with the dragon claws in the air, and the sharp swords slashed on the dragon claws one after another, and the skin and flesh suddenly opened. He wanted to abandon the dragon claws and go straight to the prince himself, but the prince waved his hands in a row, releasing more dragon claws, and in the end, five dragon claws grabbed angrily in the air and restrained him.

Five golden dragon claws flew in the air, and ten thousand sharp swords intertwined with silver light, forming an incredible spectacle.

The two sides fought fiercely for a moment, and the dragon scale sword in Fan Lang's hand flipped and pressed down, the tip of the sword pierced the sky, the hilt of the sword was on the ground, and tens of thousands of sharp swords condensed, spreading branches and leaves, aiming in all directions. He screamed and stabbed upward, and ten thousand sharp swords immediately flew around, like silver waves, covering wave after wave, shattering all five dragon claws that were in the way.

Fan Lang broke the enemy's moves, dodged with his sword, and approached the prince.

The prince was not afraid of danger, took out a jade seal representing the imperial power, injected his mind into it, and then instantly enlarged and enhanced, turning into a huge humanoid phantom, wearing a dragon robe, wearing a crown on his head, dressed as an emperor, and slapped it at Fan Lang.

It was also an attack of thoughts, the prince's thoughts were several times stronger than Xiahou Xing, who had just died, and even Fan Lang could not completely resist them.

In terms of ideas, Fan Lang is a shortcoming, and he is destined to be inferior to Emperor Xuan, so he wisely chose to give up.

In this battle, he can only use real attacks to distinguish the winner and loser.

No matter how powerful the Mind Giant was, the sword in Fan Lang's hand did not change, and he attacked fiercely.

In this encounter, the two sides exchanged injuries for injuries.

Fan Lang was shocked by his thoughts and had a splitting headache. The prince was slashed by a sword, the dragon robe was torn, and blood flew out.

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Two staggering damage figures floated up.

After Fan Lang entered the realm of Xuanjun, his total combat power had exceeded the 60,000 mark, and with the furious bracers and various amplification effects, it could reach more than 80,000, and any move could cause massive damage.

Both of them were injured, and there was no time to check their injuries, so they moved on to the next wave of encounters.

All kinds of attack methods are displayed by the two of them, and the tricks are frequent, each with its own differences, one move is stronger than the other, and the killing is difficult to solve, and it is dark.

The layman can't tell who has the upper hand at all, only high-speed moving figures and flowery attack methods.

In fact, there is a slight gap in the strength of the two, and this little gap is enough to slowly evolve into a huge chasm.

Fan Lang took advantage of cheating, and all kinds of values of three to six times on his body caused his background to be deeper than that of Emperor Xuan, his vitality was more vigorous, and his Xuan power was more abundant.

I don't know how many moves he fought, Fan Lang won the battle in one fell swoop, and slashed out a super huge lotus flower with a sword that was a thousand feet in size.

This is not a sword qi lotus, but a real lotus flower condensed by the power of creation, and each petal is lifelike, like the holy lotus under the seat of the Buddha.

The huge lotus flower enveloped Fan Lang and the crown prince, and the petals hundreds of zhang long began to close layer upon layer.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the prince rushed out towards the top of his head, and the nine dragons around him appeared, accelerating again and again. How could Fan Lang let the prince slip away, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, chased after him, grabbed the prince's ankle, and pulled it down hard.

The giant lotus closed together, like the big mouth of a giant beast in the wilderness, devouring the two of them.

Fan Lang stabbed at the trapped prince with a sword, the other party's eyes lit up, and he resisted it with his mind, and the trend of the dragon scale sword was suddenly blocked.

"You can't stop this sword!"

Fan Lang attacked with all his might, and the dragon scale sword in his hand broke through the mental blockade and moved forward again.

At the same time, the surrounding lotus petals shattered one after another, turning into countless sword qi, roaring towards the prince.

The prince has been fighting for a long time, tired and tired, and barely coping, but he still can't stop it after all.

Burst!

Fan Lang pierced the prince's dragon robe with a sword, and with another force, he directly pierced his body.

The surrounding sword qi rushed forward, drowning the prince, and a sword stabbed at his body.

Poof!

The prince is like a flat boat overturned in a storm, swallowed by the merciless waves, completely losing the ability to resist, and can only resign himself to fate.

The sword qi raged for a few seconds, and Fan Lang withdrew the sword qi at this time, and the two of them saw the light of day again.

Looking at the prince again, he was already half dead, covered with wounds all over his body, and turned into a bloody man.

Prince, defeated!