"Louis VIII of the Kingdom of France, under the witness of the god of fire, challenges you, please show your weapons" The old man's sword was pointed upwards, held flat on his chest, and challenged Yuan Ming with aristocratic etiquette.

"Trouble, I accept your challenge, as for the weapon, I don't need it" Yuan Ming clasped his hands in front of his chest and said unhurriedly, as if this was not a battle at all, but a walk.

Louis VIII was furious when he saw this, every warrior in the Demon God Continent has his own beliefs, what energy you use, you have to believe in what gods, and the battles that you often participate in in the name of the gods are very sacred, Yuan Ming's behavior is not only disrespectful to the gods, but also a challenge to the opponent.

As a strong fighting god, how could he be so insulted, Louis VIII, who has always been very aristocratic, showed killing intent on his face for the first time, and said: "Young man, I admit that you are very strong, but the fire sword in my hand is the artifact of France, you regret it now, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

"Hahaha, young man, it's so funny" Wulong couldn't help laughing when he heard this, Blake had seen five people laugh for the first time in such a long time, and he was very puzzled by what was so good about this time.

Yuan Ming didn't know how many yuan hui he lived, his mentality was already old, today some people call himself 'young man', Yuan Ming still enjoys this feeling, so he decided to let it go, who knows that let Wulong destroy his own artistic conception, his eyes glared, Wulong immediately felt uncomfortable, only then did he find the teacher's vision, immediately stood upright, and was honest.

"A lot of nonsense, I only know the result after fighting, if you can hurt me today, how about I send you a few Zhenguo artifacts" Yuan Ming said disdainfully.

Louis VIII couldn't help Yuan Ming's tide, jumped like thunder, shouted: "Looking for death", the red light on the fire sword was great, and with angry flames slashed towards Yuan Ming, Yuan Ming's sleeve robe stroked to the red light, Louis VIII found his fire sword, as if uncontrollable to the side.

"What's the matter, haven't I moved for more than ten years, I'm really old, and I can't even find the direction of the enemy"

People are like this, the older they get, the more they refuse to accept old age, and the Flame Sword comes out with anger every time, but the disappointment is that it always passes by.

Yuan Ming and Louis VIII fought happily, but the martial arts arena paved with black yao stone suffered, and the deep grooves were shocking, you must know that black yao stone is an intermediate fighter and can't leave a mark, which shows the hardness of black yao stone.

The people below are now dumbfounded, the two of them are swords back and forth, red light soaring into the sky, blue light caressing their faces, as if dancing, but the terrifying energy is driven by flying stones in the sky.

Yuan Ming has always been dismissive of the attack of the Demon God Continent, and now he found that there are thousands of spells, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, and the Demon God Continent is open and closed, overwhelming the other party with absolute superiority, and because of this, it can burst out with a super momentum. And Yuan Ming pays attention to avoiding the real and facing the false, looking for weak points, and breaking the enemy with skill.

The battle has been fought so far, and Louis VIII has also seen that Yuan Ming is playing with him, but he has no way to remove his own attack between Yuan Ming's sleeves, so Louis VIII has calmed down.

"Well, His Holiness deserves to be arrogant, and I hope His Holiness can be so easy in the future," Louis VIII said confidently.

"Just about to learn the best tricks"

"The realm opens, the god of fire descends, the flames run rampant, go"

Yuan Ming was also taken aback at this point, only to see the sky full of fire nets, he was in a world of flames, and the sword light emitted by the fire sword was under the cover of flames, which made people unguardable.

"How is it possible, with your earth immortal cultivation, how can it be possible to exert the power of the law" Yuan Ming exclaimed.

For the first time, Louis VIII took advantage of the wind in front of Yuan Ming, and immediately put his previous unhappiness behind him, and said happily: "The strength of the Venerable makes me have to admire, but the realm of the fighting god is given by the gods, and you can use a thousand means, and it is impossible to escape this place today."

"Hahaha, I see, there is a time limit for coming to the realm", but Yuan Ming just used his divine sense to explore the realm, and found that there was another powerful divine consciousness outside the realm, which was attracting the power of faith in the realm, and Yuan Ming didn't want to alarm the owner of this divine consciousness now.

It turned out that just now Louis VIII borrowed the power of the law from the gods to which he belonged, you must know that the law is the patent of the strong above the quasi-saint, although there is only a trace of the power of the law, but with the physical strength of the fighting god, how long can it last.

Louis VIII also knew the weakness of the realm, and his face changed: "Then it depends on whether the Venerable can get out of my flame world", only to see that the fire around him was more fierce, and he raised the fire sword in his hand to kill Yuan Ming.

"Hmph, the tiger is not powerful, you really treat me as a sick cat", Yuan Ming was unhappy with Louis VIII's arrogance for a while, just now in order to study the realm of the fighting god, so he just defended, but he didn't expect him to stare at his face.

Yuan Ming's black-clothed robe emitted a faint gray light, and the flames that were still majestic just now were like mice encountering cats, and they all retreated, and the chaotic qi was at the moment, how could it be the place where the flame gods were fierce.

The situation in the realm, Louis VIII knew best, seeing Yuan Ming walking safely under his strongest domain, the Flame Sword couldn't help but increase a little, wanting to hit Yuan Ming hard in one fell swoop.

"It's good", Yuan Ming didn't want to waste time here, a straight punch came to meet him, without the slightest mana.

"It's really arrogant", Louis VIII was most afraid that Yuan Ming would avoid fighting before, and now Yuan Ming wanted to fight the artifact with his fists, Louis VIII not only secretly scolded Yuan Ming in his heart for not being able to do anything, but things were often unexpected.

The collision between the flesh fist and the artifact, I didn't hear the screams that I should have, "My sword, my Zhenguo artifact, this is not real, this must be an illusion,......" Louis VIII muttered to himself as he held the hilt of his sword, which had been broken for several knots, completely ignoring the fact that it was now in a state of battle.

"Is it a broken sword?" said Yuan Ming, looking at the stunned Louis VIII.

"Come out, and see who wins," cried the king.

"Ah, the artifact of protecting the country is broken, what can I do about this" The king looked at the broken sword held by his grandfather and didn't know the situation.

The entire Wang family martial arts arena saw the results of the battle, and was originally happy that the kingdom had a fighting god, but he didn't expect to die before he could get out of the army, not only lost to the desolate man who had always looked down on him, but also accompanied the kingdom's Zhenguo artifact.

The whole kingdom fell into silence for a while, and the king hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "On behalf of my grandfather, I have thanked His Holiness for not killing him, may I ask His Holiness what is wrong with my grandfather", Louis VIII, as the pillar of the kingdom, if he dies in the hands of Yuan Ming, the centuries-old history of the kingdom will end in the hands of the king, so the king is grateful from the bottom of his heart.

"Old fellow, do you want a national protection artifact" Yuan Ming drilled into Louis VIII's body with a blue light, and then said.

Louis VIII was excited, and hurriedly said loudly: "Where is it, where is my protector artifact."

The image of Louis VIII ...... "Hahaha" caused laughter, and everyone could no longer care about the gift of status.

But when he saw the broken sword in his hand again, it was a sad moment, and Yuan Ming also knew that in Yuan Ming's opinion, there was a forbidden magic weapon that could be easily obtained, but in the mortal realm, it was a symbol of a country.

Yuan Ming didn't speak, stretched out his hand, and the broken sword that was still in the hands of Louis VIII, as well as the broken joints that fell to the ground, fell into Yuan Ming's hand one after another, and the Samadhi Divine Fire wrapped it in it between his hands, and after a while, a fiery red sword was revealed.

"Ah, the Flaming Sword, this is really my Flaming Sword" Louis VIII exclaimed excitedly when he saw the flaming sword that was exactly the same as the original.

"Venerable, Venerable, Venerable,......" The martial arts arena was boiling, in this world where the strong are respected, Yuan Ming proved himself with his strength, and he even rerefined the artifact on the spot, which opened the eyes of mortals who had not seen much of the world, and made everyone ignore the fact that Yuan Ming was a desolate person, and just wanted to celebrate the birth of an idol in his own way.

"If you want to run, how can it be so easy", but White saw that things were bad and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but who was Yuan Ming, and the land of a hundred miles was under his surveillance, how could he let go of the culprit this time, Samadhi Divine Fire attacked and left, and White, who fled in a hurry, did not have the slightest power to resist, so he turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.

"Sizzle,......" Everyone gasped, after all, it is one thing to hear, and it is another thing to see with one's own eyes, they have never heard of it, and the magic that turns people into ashes with a wave of their hands, is it saying that Yuan Ming's battle just now is obviously a warrior, so isn't it a double cultivation of magic and martial arts, "Is this still a desolate man cursed by God?" This is the thoughts of everyone present.

"His Royal Highness the King shouldn't object to any further measures, right?" Yuan Ming said casually.

"This ......" The king is also in a difficult situation now, one of the four princes of the kingdom was killed in front of him, if it is not handled well, it will cause the nobles to be uneasy, but Yuan Ming is not at the mercy of others.

At this time, Louis VIII, who returned from the artifact, said, "Hmph, you are really a wretch, the Venerable said that he was guilty, he was guilty, could there be a fighting god who said that he could not panic."

The Dou Sheng powerhouses have their own dignity, and they have always said the same, because they have the strength to be responsible for their own actions, not to mention the top Dou Shen powerhouses, they are even more disdainful of panicking.

The king immediately came to his senses and said loudly: "Field? White secretly formed a killer organization, killed innocents, and even intended to assassinate His Holiness, and is now sentenced to death by His Holiness, do you have any opinions on this?"

"No, no, no ,......" shouted one after another, and it seems that the appeal of idols works everywhere.

Returning to the main hall, after this battle, no one questioned Yuan Ming's qualifications, Louis VIII personally accompanied, and his eager eyes made Yuan Ming a little unbearable, and people really doubted whether it was old glass.

"I want to do business with His Royal Highness, I don't know if the two of you are interested," Yuan Ming said.

(To be continued)