The swordsman is strong.

The emperor's power does not come purely from power and golden blood, as the leader of the demon race, it means that he is the strongest of the demon race.

And the swordsman killed the emperor with only one sword.

But he's already at the end of his power.

The shouts of the princes echoed in the hall like ten thousand people in unison.

They rushed to the swordsman.

There was no hatred in the hearts of the princes, only anger and greed.

The burning blood magnifies that emotion infinitely, and the whole world is dyed red, and the demons will surely make that red even deeper.

The swordsman stood up.

Yuan Hei, who snatched the front from among his brothers, laughed, he was overjoyed, compared to a waste man lying on the ground, an opponent who stood up was much better.

The princes ran like the wind, the red smoke trailing behind them, like the tail of a comet, and the great prince was at the top of the comet, stretching out a hand made of pig iron to burn the blood-burning smoke.

The punch carried the sound of wind and thunder, but it fell silent and stopped in front of the swordsman.

The Great Prince was amazed, he could still clearly see the weakness of the swordsman in front of him, but the hand that blocked his right fist was as heavy as a mountain.

It was only for a moment.

Yuan Chi, the Nine Emperor Princes behind the Great Prince, rushed up, and he stretched out his left hand to take the strange flower that the swordsman held in his left hand.

Then, with a dull sound, the Nine Emperor Princes were kicked and flew upside down.

The whole hall shook for a moment, but the princes ignored it.

The Five Princes behind the Nine Emperors finally grabbed the front position, he stepped on the knee of the Great Prince, flew up, crossed the fallen Yuan Hei, and kicked the swordsman to the side of the face.

The swordsman ducked his head and dodged, and then met the attack of the three princes.

He stretched out his right hand to block Yuan Qing on the right, and sideways dodged Yuan Bai on the left, but in the end he still couldn't dodge Yuan Zi in the middle.

A bloody sword spurted out of the swordsman's mouth and stepped back,

But the princes' attack is far from over, and has even just begun.

It was like a mad dragon, dancing wildly across the temple with a raging red flame, burning everything it touched to ashes.

The swordsman was left and right, and he never let go of the flower pot in his hand, although his left hand could not resist the attack because of this, and he was in danger.

He's going to die.

The princes roared in the mist of their dead father's blood, driving the swordsman into a corner again and again.

And now, it's all coming to an end.

The swordsman had retreated to the front of the throne, and behind him was the newly dead emperor, and the red smoke with the poison of burning blood had not yet dissipated, and he was not only seriously injured and weak, but also severely poisoned.

Yuan Qing snatched the opportunity to strike the final blow from his brothers, and he looked at the inevitable swordsman and rushed forward with a roar.

Then a wind roar rang out in the hall.

The wind was like a dragon, dispersing the blood mist and repelling the princes, and when they raised their heads in rage, they saw a white robe.

That's Bai Gongzi.

The princes had no idea who it was, and they didn't care, the burning blood had ruined their sanity, and anyone standing here was just one more corpse to be torn to shreds.

Bai Gongzi stood in front of the throne, with his back to the crumbling black-clothed swordsman, his heart was complicated and unspeakable.

The wind roared, converging like a dragon, pushing out the princes who roared and rushed up.

She remembered the dead Mo family juzi.

A thousand years ago, Guo Ziyi, the son of the Mo family at that time, was regarded as the "culprit" by the hundred schools of thought led by Confucianism, and besieged in Chang'an City.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, fifteen years ago, Li Yuan, the son of the Mo family at that time, led the troops to defend Jinling on the south bank of the river, but the demon clan was robbed of military power by the emperor at that time on the grounds of "rebelling against the remnants of the sins, and the thief's heart is not dead".

It seems to be the fate of being the first in the world, and it is a curse full of irony.

The number one in the world always has to die at the hands of mediocrity.

Bai Gongzi didn't know whether he was more of a laissez-faire pride in his heart, or a regret that something big had not been done.

She smiled bitterly in her heart, and in the end she could only give everything to a long sigh.

"Fortunately, there is still a ...... of ink"

Bai Gongzi stood on the hall and opened his arms with a smile.

The wind dragon danced wildly, and the seven princes flew out upside down.

The demons in the burning blood have completely lost their minds, and what remains is the pure instinct that is almost no different from the beast, they regained control of their bodies in the air, and the moment they fell to the ground, the entire hall shook, and the seven princes rushed up again.

Bai Gongzi greeted him, and the wind roared with her, and she danced in the seven red smokes, each movement would bring a huge wind roar, and her clothes fluttered, like the god of wind.

But the Golden Bloodline itself is a dragon.

The blood-burning demons possess terrifying powers, and when fury and lust make them completely abandon their minds, they are left with only a bunch of beasts with the desire to destroy.

They walked and roared in the wind, and the blood mist around them rose, was blown away by the wind, and then rose from their skin like a raging fire.

The instinct of the beast caused the princes to abandon all mutual wariness and become as close as a pack of wolves hunting, and they quickly broke through the wind dragon and stood by Bai Gongzi's side.

Then there was a river-like continuous attack.

The princes seemed to have gathered into a beast, never stopping, without flaws.

Bai Gongzi is like a white butterfly dancing wildly in the wind.

Again and again, she took the attacks with a thunderous terrifying power to the side, allowing herself to skillfully dodge the attacks, and there was a torrent of wind in her palm, silent and invisible, but endless.

It was a battle between two giant dragons, the blood dragon and the wind dragon roared and ran, each collision was like a thunderstorm, and the terrifying power was entangled with each other.

Bai Gongzi began to feel powerless.

She couldn't take care of the black-clothed swordsman, and now, there was already a prince who broke through the wind dragon's obstacle and came behind the swordsman, and he was vulnerable.

Yuan Qing no longer cared whether it was Bai Gongzi or a swordsman in front of him, the Sixth Prince just wanted to destroy what was in front of him in the impulse to burn blood.

But before Yuan Qing smashed the swordsman with one punch, he pulled back.

Beastly instincts saved the Six Princes, and the blade was about to plunge into his chest, but he was dodged.

Yuan Qing stood in the blood mist, let out an angry roar, and then rushed forward again.

But he was stopped by Bai Gongzi, and the wind dragon roared and knocked the six princes who jumped in the air away, and the crumbling swordsman escaped again.

But the wind dragon turned around, and there was no longer shelter in front of Bai Gongzi, and the princes who got the opportunity rushed up.

If there is no death, the beast will not stop.