Roar!

The nine dragons roared, the dragon power was permeated, and the nine claws stepped into the air, heading towards Ao Tuan.

Ao Tu also yelled, overcoming the fear in his heart, and headed towards Lu Ming.

A dragon and a dragon were suddenly killed together on the battle platform.

Ao Tu has taken the metallic artistic conception to the extreme, his metallic artistic conception is definitely equivalent to the level of the fourth level, the whole body is as hard as gold and iron, and the dragon claws are made of dark gold, which is extremely hard and unbreakable.

Every move has a terrifying power.

And Lu Ming, the four artistic conceptions surround the body and fuse together, and the power is equally terrifying.

At the same time, Lu Ming erupted with four dragon powers, operating the Prison Suppression Heavenly Skill, and every inch of muscle in his body could burst out with the power of the Prison Suppression Heavenly Skill.

Every muscle in his body flicked at will, and the power was extremely terrifying, and every claw he grabbed had the power to suppress everything.

Thundered!

The two dragons are entangled, constantly bombarding, extremely barbaric, making people feel as if they have come to an ancient period, where the divine beasts compete for hegemony and the real dragons fight chaotically.

Poof!

Nine dragons have nine claws, Ao Tu is difficult to block them all, his body was grabbed by the dragon claws of the nine dragons, and he tore it hard, and suddenly the scales and armor flew, tearing a large piece of flesh and blood, and the blood flowed.

Ao Tu suffered the pain, fought back, and tore off a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claws were almost broken.

Rumble!

Jiulong's body, which seemed to be extremely heavy, pressed on Ao Tu's body, causing him to slam heavily on the battle platform, making a cracking sound of broken bones.

The two tumbled and rolled, and after dozens of moves, Lu Ming became more and more courageous and gradually gained the upper hand.

After all, Ao Tu was still affected by the breath of Kowloon, and he was afraid, and the more he fought, the stronger the fear became.

The heart is already afraid, how is Lu Ming's opponent?

Burst!

Blood splattered, Ao Tu screamed, his body was scratched by Jiulong's claws, he struggled hard, and finally escaped, but left behind a large piece of dragon flesh, drenched in blood.

"Jiaolong meat containing seventy percent concentration of real dragons, good things, keep for barbecue!"

Jiulong opened his mouth, and Lu Ming's voice came out, and then the piece of dragon meat was gone.

"Lu Ming, that's a good thing, leave me a copy later!"

In the stands, the fat man screamed and almost drooled.

Ao Tu almost blew up his lungs.

I can't wait to swallow Lu Ming and the fat man in one gulp.

"Fatty, it's too little, these are mine, wait until I get a little more!"

Lu Ming shouted, and went towards Ao Tu again.

"Ah, I throw in the towel!"

Ao Tu suddenly roared, extremely unwilling.

He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose the battle, and most of the time he would have to pay more dragon meat.

"Throw in the towel?"

Lu Ming stopped speechlessly, and turned into a human form again, a pity look, and his eyes rolled around Ao Tu.

Ao Tu also turned into a human form, and his face was extremely ugly.

He wasn't too badly injured, but his face was even more ugly than if he was badly wounded.

In this battle, he fought too aggrieved.

Lu Ming had the dragon of luck on his head, devouring ninety percent of Ao Tu's dragon of luck, and it skyrocketed again, exceeding two hundred zhang and approaching three hundred zhang.

Such a huge dragon of luck is rare in ancient times.

Lu Mingfei went to the stands.

"Fatty, it's a pity, this guy admitted defeat early, and he didn't have your share!"

Lu Ming sighed.

"Damn, no, we'll divide that piece equally!"

The fat man yelled.

Ao Tu, who was flying towards the stands, trembled and almost fell off the platform without holding on.

Flying back to the stands, Ao Tu's face was extremely gloomy.

That Jiaolong Supreme, his face was not much better than Ao Tu, black as black charcoal.

In this battle, Lu Ming won in the end, which shocked many people.

In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.

Next, there is the battle between the Emperor God and the Blood Sword One, and the winner will start the final battle with Lu Ming.

And the vast majority of people believe that the emperor god and the blood sword are definitely the emperor god wins.

Then in the end, it will be Lu Ming and the emperor god who will fight, which is interesting.

The light flickered, enveloping the Emperor God and the Blood Sword One.

The two flew onto the battle platform.

"You and I, do you still need to fight again?"

The emperor god opened his mouth indifferently.

Many people's hearts jumped, listening to the tone of the emperor god, could it be that they had fought with the blood sword before? But they had never heard such rumors.

"Three years ago, I was defeated, but now, not necessarily!"

Blood Sword's body was filled with astonishing blood, and his eyes became as red as blood diamonds.

Everyone was shocked, the Emperor God and the Blood Sword had actually fought three years ago, and depending on the situation, it should have been the Blood Sword defeated.

"You were not my opponent three years ago, and you will never be my opponent in the future!"

The voice of the emperor god came out, revealing a strong self-confidence.

"You'll know when you've fought!"

The blood sword was drunk, and he stepped out, and a terrifying sword power erupted from his body, and the sword power spread out in the air.

This is the artistic conception of the sword.

As soon as the blood sword stepped forward, the sword intent permeated.

Sonor!

On the emperor god, there was also a sound of sword roaring, and the next moment, there was also a powerful sword power that burst out.

It is also the artistic conception of the sword!

The emperor god and the blood sword actually comprehended the artistic conception of the sword.

Bump! Bump!

Both of them were stepping forward, and as they stepped out, their sword intent skyrocketed.

Khoop! Keng...

The sword intent of the two crossed the void for dozens of miles, and they clashed in the void, and in the air between the two, there was actually a roar and sword roar, and sparks shot out in all directions.

Everyone's faces were solemn, this kind of sword intent was too terrifying, the two of them hadn't made a move yet, just the overflowing sword intent could easily kill the sevenfold powerhouse of the ordinary spirit fetus.

Whoa!

Suddenly, with a single step of the footsteps, their bodies turned into a sword light, cutting through the void and slashing towards each other.

While!

The two sword lights clashed in the air, letting out a roar, the sword qi shot out, and the two sword lights retreated with one blow, and then bombarded together.

When!when...

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves.

Some of those with low cultivation could not see the figures of the two at all, and could only see two sword lights clashing in the air.

A golden sword light, a blood-red sword light.

But at this moment, the golden sword light skyrocketed, knocking the blood-red sword light away.

"Emperor God, the eightfold peak of the spirit fetus, the first blood sword, the eightfold late stage of the spirit fetus!"

Lu Ming's heart moved, and he saw the cultivation of the two.

Moreover, the artistic conception of the two swords has reached the fourth level, which is the collision of the artistic conception of the fourth-level sword. However, it was obvious that the Emperor God cultivated to be superior, and he repelled the blood sword.

The blood-red sword light flew back, and the figure of the blood sword one emerged.

At this time, the blood-colored light on his body became more and more intense.

"Blood sword, unsheathed!"

The blood sword pinched the sword finger with one hand, waved his hand, and suddenly, from the center of his eyebrows, a blood-red war sword flew out, as soon as this war sword flew out, it turned into a giant of more than ten meters, and the amazing thing is that when this war sword became bigger, it was actually divided into two, two into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood-red war swords, flying around the blood sword.

"Kill!"

The blood sword was drunk, and with a wave of the sword finger, sixteen war swords flew, turning into sixteen sword lights, and went towards the emperor god.

The most terrifying thing is not the sixteen battle swords, but the infinite sword qi that is stimulated in the process of the war sword flying.

(End of chapter)