Chapter 971 The Collision of Swords and Swords

Roar!

The nine dragons roared, the dragon might permeate the air, and the nine claws stepped in the air, heading towards Ao Slaughter.

Ao Tu also shouted, overcoming the fear in his heart, and slaughtered towards Lu Ming.

One Flood Dragon and one Nine Dragons slaughtered together on the battlefield.

Ao Tu has brought the metallic artistic conception to the extreme. His metallic artistic conception is absolutely equivalent to the level of fourth-level. His whole body is as hard as gold and iron, and his dragon claws are made of dark gold.

Every move has terrifying power.

As for Lu Ming, the four artistic conceptions swirled around and merged together, and their power was equally terrifying.

At the same time, Lu Ming burst out with four dragon powers, running the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Art, and every inch of muscle in his body could burst out the power of the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Art.

Every muscle on his body is flicked at will, and the power is extremely terrifying, and every claw grasped has the power to suppress everything.

Boom!

The two dragons are intertwined, constantly bombarding, extremely savage, making people seem to have come to the ancient times, the beasts are fighting for hegemony, and the real dragons are fighting in chaos.

Pfft!

Nine dragons have nine claws, and Aotu could hardly block them all. His body was grabbed by the dragon claws of the nine dragons, and he tore it apart with all his might, and suddenly the scales and armor flew, tearing a large piece of flesh and blood, and blood flowed.

Ao Tu was in pain, fought back hard, and tore off a piece of Jiulong's body, but his Jiaolong claws were almost broken.

boom!

The body of Nine Dragons seemed to be extremely heavy, pressing on Ao Tu, causing him to slam into the battle platform heavily, making a cracking sound of bones breaking.

The two tumbled and fought dozens of moves. Lu Ming became more and more brave and gradually gained the upper hand.

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

I'm already scared, how is Lu Ming's opponent?

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere, Ao Tu screamed, and his body was torn apart by Jiulong's claws. He struggled hard, and finally escaped, but left behind a large piece of Jiaolong meat, dripping with blood.

"The Jiaolong meat with 70% concentration of real dragons,

Good stuff, keep it for the BBQ! "

Jiulong opened his mouth, Lu Ming's voice came out, and then the piece of Jiaolong meat disappeared.

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

In the stands, the fat man shouted, almost drooling.

Ao Tu almost exploded his lungs.

I can't wait to swallow Lu Ming and Fatty in one bite.

"Fatty, too few, these are mine, wait for me to do more!"

Lu Ming shouted, and slaughtered towards Ao Tu again.

"Ah, I admit defeat!"

Ao Tu suddenly shouted, extremely unwilling.

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

"Admit defeat?"

Lu Ming stopped speechlessly, and turned into a human form again, a pity appearance, his eyes were rolling around Ao Tu.

Ao Tu also transformed into a human form, with an extremely ugly face.

He was not seriously injured, but his face was even more ugly than if he was seriously injured.

In this battle, he fought too hard.

The Dragon of Luck on Lu Ming's head swallowed 90% of Aotu's Dragon of Luck, and it soared again, exceeding 200 zhang and approaching 300 zhang.

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

Lu Mingfei stepped into the stands.

"Fatty, it's a pity, this guy conceded too early, no more for you!"

Lu Ming sighed.

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

The fat man shouted.

Ao Tu, who was flying towards the stands, trembled, and almost fell off the stage.

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

That Jiaolong Supreme's complexion was not much better than Ao Tu's, as black as charcoal.

In this battle, Lu Ming finally won, which shocked many people.

In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.

Next, is the battle between Emperor God and Xuejianyi. The winner will have the final battle with Lu Ming.

And the vast majority of people believe that the Emperor God and the Blood Sword One must be the Emperor God's victory.

Then in the end, it will be Lu Ming and the Emperor God fighting, which is interesting.

The light flickered, covering the Emperor God and Xue Jianyi.

The two flew to the stage.

"You and me, do we need to fight again?"

The Emperor God spoke indifferently.

Many people jumped in their hearts, listening to the voice of the Emperor God, have they fought with the blood sword before? But never heard such a rumor.

"Three years ago, I lost the battle, but now, not necessarily!"

Xue Jianyi was filled with astonishing blood energy, and his eyes became as red as blood diamonds.

Everyone was shocked. Emperor God and Xue Jianyi actually fought against each other three years ago. Judging from the situation, it should be Xuejian Yi defeated.

"You were not my opponent three years ago, and from now on, you will never be my opponent!"

The voice of the Emperor God came out, revealing a strong confidence.

"You will know after the battle!"

The blood sword drank, stepped out, and the terrifying sword power erupted from the body, and the sword power spread out.

This is the mood of the sword.

The blood sword stepped forward, and the sword intent filled the air.

Keng!

On the Emperor God, there was also the sound of sword cries, and the next moment, there was also a powerful sword power that erupted.

It is also the mood of the sword!

Emperor God and Xuejian, one or two people, actually understood the artistic conception of the sword.

bump! bump!

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

Keng! Keng! ...

The sword intentions of the two crossed the void of dozens of miles, and they clashed in the void. The air between the two actually continued to erupt with roars and sword sounds, and sparks shot in all directions.

Everyone's faces were solemn, this kind of sword intent is too terrifying, the two of them have not yet started, and just the overflowing sword intent can easily kill a normal seventh-level powerhouse.

call out! call out!

Suddenly, the two stepped on their feet, and their bodies turned into a sword light, pierced through the void, and slashed towards each other.

when!

The two sword lights clashed in the air, with a roar, the sword energy shot in all directions, the two sword lights retreated with one blow, and then slammed together again.

when! when! ...

In an instant, the two fought dozens of tricks.

Some people with low cultivation bases 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 time, the golden sword light skyrocketed, and the blood-red sword light flew out.

"Emperor God, the peak of the eighth level of the spiritual embryo, the first blood sword, the late stage of the eighth level of the spiritual embryo!"

Lu Ming's heart moved, and he saw the cultivation level 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 is clear that the Emperor God cultivation base is better, and the blood sword is repelled.

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

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

"Blood sword, unsheath!"

Xuejian squeezed the sword finger in one hand and waved his hand. Suddenly, a blood-red war sword flew out from between his eyebrows. As soon as the war sword flew out, it turned into a giant of more than ten meters. After the sword became bigger, it actually divided into two and four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood-red swords, flying around the blood sword.

"kill!"

The blood sword shouted, and with a wave of the sword finger, sixteen war swords flew, turned into sixteen sword lights, and stabbed towards the emperor.

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

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