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"Ho huh..."

The roar was deafening. The rune technique mastered by this young man was an ancient winged tiger's ability. Each attack was almost accompanied by part of the power of the ancient winged tiger, so that even Su Yan could not resist the attack under the fist and palm. Even Su Yan sacrificed the seventh level of the Nine Sky Flame Dragon Dance, he was still blasted to vomit blood and injured.

"Su Yan, back!"

Xu Lu rushed forward, and the light in her palm rose sharply, turning into a violent mark and hit the young man's chest. As a result, a "boom" shocked. The young man's clothes were smashed, but he laughed wildly, his body was so strong that he was terrifying. His fists swung, and the golden light was burning, and there was a faint resonance of the blood of the ancient spirit beast. All the grass and trees around him turned into pieces. This person was extremely arrogant and did not take Xu Lu's attack seriously.

"Bang bang bang bang~~~"

After three consecutive palms, Xu Lu's face became paler and she could only protect Su Yan and retreat, saying loudly: "Bu Yixuan, cut off the back!"

Several Yundong Academy students wanted to help, but were swept away by the young man's fist and all vomited blood and were injured.

"Who else?!"

His body was covered with rune light, like a god, with long hair flying, his rebellious face full of resentment, and he roared: "Doer children and grandchildren of the Dragon Spirit Empire, just take out how many skills do you have!"

Shi Xian, Su Yinchen, Yue Ling, Yun Zan and others were all fighting against rune masters at the elder level. No one could spare his hand to kill this genius of the Yun clan, and no one could get on for a moment.

A group of young people from the cloud clan couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Murong Qing is indeed a peerless genius in Zhentian Palace. I'm afraid that even some elders in the clan may not be his opponents. This time, His Highness, the little prince, and my Huangxu tribe, are you wastes from the Han Kingdom trying to win their edge?"

"The little prince is invincible!"

"Hahaha, die, this car's crystal belongs to us!"

I tried my best to suppress the disordered blood and energy in my body. The moon blade in my hand was solidified, preparing to fight with this little prince of the Zhentian Palace, but at this moment, a figure flew over, with a majestic and sharp aura, which was the power of the sword heart... Luo Yan got on!

"Peng!"

The golden light of the Luoshen Sword Technique was intertwined with Murong Qing's golden runes, making a roar, and the stormy airflow raised countless fallen leaves and gravels. With just one blow, the power was already amazing.

Luo Yan launched fierce attacks continuously, and the sword energy became more fierce again and again. You could even feel the sharpness that almost penetrated the skin from a distance. In an instant, Murong Qing could not defend himself at all. There were already shallow sword marks on his body, and blood was flowing.

A group of students from Wanling Academy were holding long swords, stunned.

"Luo Yan is so powerful that he can actually suppress the demon of the Yun clan..."

"Yes, even Su Yan and Xu Lu can't suppress this monster named Murong Qing. Luo Yan instantly turned the world around. As expected, he is indeed the first genius of my Wanling Academy. Such strength... can already be compared with the spirit guides."

"That shitty little prince is going to be defeated. All of these Yunhuang barbarians will be killed!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. Many students from the three inner courtyards of Wanling Academy fell in this battle, and many were geniuses from their respective families. The loss of this bloody battle was too great.

...

"Click clang clang..."

The sword light and rune light intertwined, the heavenly life weapon and steel were roaring, and the strong wind swept across the earth, bringing countless fallen dust. Luo Yan and Murong Qing's battle was earth-shaking. The forest nearly five miles nearby was quickly completely shattered, but the more the battle was more and more worrying. Luo Yan's momentum was obviously declining, but Murong Qing's aura was still strong, even slightly better than before.

"Luo Yan is going to lose." I said.

Luo Wan's expression was complicated: "Ayan..."

Xu Lu said in a deep voice: "Xiaoxuan, can you deal with this Murong Qing?"

"perhaps."

"Luo Yan is our genius. No matter how many festivals you and Luo Yan had had with you before, you must not let Luo Yan die!" Xu Lu was a little anxious. Her red dust palm technique was completely suppressed by the top rune technique, so she could only rely on me.

"Don't worry, I can tell it clearly!"

The moon blade light in my hand became more and more intense.

In the distance, there was a loud "peng" sound, and Luo Yan's body ejected out of the battle circle like a green mark. His feet cracked a huge hole in the ground, and he let out a large mouthful of blood with a whimper. His face turned ashen, his spiritual power was less than half as strong as before. Even if he had the heart of a floating light sword, he was still defeated.

On the contrary, the ancient winged tiger with a rune light condensed by Murong Qing's feet, with a faint contempt on his lips, saying, "Your Dragon Spirit Empire relies on the depth of spiritual power to cultivate the heart of the sword, but you don't know the mystery of the rune. The endless life, the infinite cycle of fighting will is the real king. You people who claim to be elites cannot even resist the mere middle tribe of Huangxu. Once the dozen large tribes of Yun Kingdom are crushed, you will all die without a place to die!"

He was right. Spiritual cultivation is indeed powerful and domineering, but compared to the magical rune unique skills, it lacks a mystery that is endless and in line with nature. After all, those excellent rune techniques are understood from the spiritual bones of ancient and even ancient life. Those ancient lives can fight for months or even decades. This is a powerful endurance that spiritual cultivation cannot match!

As the Heavenly Realm, Luo Yan can absorb spiritual power between heaven and earth and directly turn it into his own use, but he still cannot withstand this level of long-lasting battle, otherwise the result would be different.

Murong Qing raised his palm, and strands of golden runes flew up, laughing wildly: "Since you don't dare to fight, then go to die. The weak are only worthy of dying. The national destiny of your Han Kingdom has come to an end. Next, it is the era of our Yun Kingdom! The warriors of the Yun tribe, kill me, and no one is left!"

Just when he ordered everyone to attack and kill again and was about to deal with Luo Yan himself, I suddenly flew away!

The speed is fast, like a thunderous wind and thunder!

"you?!"

Arrogance appeared on Murong Qing's face and was about to rise up.

"roar!"

The dragon roared and thundered, and a blazing golden light appeared around Murong Qing, suppressing him heavily on the ground. It was the power of the dragon-capturing hand!

"Peng..."

The air flow was surging, and I rose into the air, my right leg was filled with flame spiritual power. An extremely rough flame opened the mountain and kicked directly into Murong Qing's abdomen. This was a flame opened the mountain with the unity of man and nature. The power was enough to crack the mountain for dozens of meters with one kick, let alone Murong Qing's body.

With a loud noise, Murong Qing flew out like a cannonball.

"Brush..."

With a biting chill, sword lights fell on Murong Qing's body, blasting away his body protection runes inch by inch. In just a moment, a lot of wounds on his body appeared again.

"Murrong Qing!"

"Go and save Murong Qing!"

A group of young people from the cloud clan roared endlessly.

Murong Qing's eyes were full of anger. He could sense that my realm was not as good as Luo Yan, and roared: "Just rely on you? Your strength is worthy of killing a top genius like me?"

After hundreds of swords were slashed out within a few seconds, Murong Qing and I were far away from the crowd, so we didn't need to worry about anything at this time.

I shouted violently, and the light of the spiritual ruins in my body surged. Blood-colored stars formed vortexes and condensed on the sword blade. The power of destruction that destroyed the world suddenly spread out. Without waiting for Murong Qing to come back, he rushed over with a sword!

"What!?"

Murong Qing was in mid-air with a chill flashing in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Just you, you can't destroy my winged tiger rune protection energy, go to death!"

He raised his arm, and his palm turned into sharp claws of the winged tiger, extremely vicious and bright!

This person is indeed strong. The power of the top rune technique is not only powerful, but also the offensive is continuous. It is also obvious that Murong Qing's body is tempered very strongly, no less than my immortal body strength. He must have used some extremely precious materials since he was a child. Perhaps this medium tribe has invested a lot of resources on this genius.

But today, he will definitely die!

"boom!"

The Martial King-level killing skill - Ice Soul Nebula Slash!

The force that broke everything teared the space down, destroying it, and even the air particles were completely annihilated. The runes in Murong Qing's right arm began to tremble, and he could not bear the power of the ultimate skill. The runes were shattered one after another, and then his entire arm instantly turned into ashes in the vortex of the Ice Soul Nebula Slash!

"Peng!"

The heavy slash wiped Murong Qing's broken body and landed on the ground, and directly blasted out a huge pit with a radius of dozens of meters. The surrounding air solidified, and materials rose one after another. With a sharp burst of energy, a circular frost burst of explosion formed in the surrounding air. Outsiders could not see what was happening inside. To be sure, Murong Qing's life aura instantly fell by at least half.

"You...you..."

Murong Qing lost one arm and lay in the deep basin. Runes in his body emerged one after another, gritting his teeth and said, "Don't even think of killing me, I am the heir of Zhentian Wang Mansion. You can't kill me, you are not worthy..."

"puff!"

The moon blade was directly inserted into his throat, and blood splashed. I flipped my wrist and immediately Murong Qing's entire head was twisted. I lifted his head, searched again, and found a golden bracelet, which was also a storage treasure, so I threw it into the space bone ring, then jumped out of the deep pit, and threw it out at the group of people who were stunned in the distance.

...

"Pu"

The blood-filled head rolled to the ground, and the young people of the Yun clan were all stunned as if they were thunderous in the clear sky.

"Murong Qing... is dead..."

"Oh my God, the peerless little prince of Zhentian Palace was beheaded..."

"This kid...who is this kid?!"

"It's over...it's over...it's a little prince of the Zhentian Palace, known as a genius little monster... The genius monster who can break big stones on his chest at the age of three, and can walk on a fierce horse with his arms at the age of five, has been killed!!!"

...

A group of people looked up at the air and shouted: "The Great Elder, the Clan Chief, the Little Prince was beheaded, and was killed by the boy from the Dragon Spirit Empire..."

In the air, a man who was fighting with Changkong Sword King Su Yinchen was suddenly stunned and looked down at the head in the grass. He couldn't help but tremble all over: "Heavenly killed you, you actually dare to kill the little prince. How can I deal with it now... I want to tear you into pieces!"

"boom!"

Under the enforcer of infinite power, the great elder swooped down.

"Stop him, don't let him hurt Bu Yixuan!" Su Yinchen yelled.
Chapter completed!