Chapter 455 The Eighth Prince's Ability

On the huge island where Feng Mingyuan is located.

Xu Yang and others were fighting with the princes of the East China Sea Palace.

The second prince in red robes challenged Xu Yang first. His body had already turned into a dragon with scales, his soul power increased greatly, and he used the killing move of "Red Scale Fury".

The second prince in red robes clenched his fists and punched out, and the fist wind took shape. A red dragon with scales several dozen feet in size, with bloody eyes and angry mouth, sharp horns and claws, pounced out and set off a monstrous red wave.

Xu Yang decisively fought back. He activated the power of the dark scales he had just obtained, wearing a set of bright and dazzling black scales armor, his combat power was bursting, and he used the ultimate move "Dark Scale Fury" to fight the enemy.

He also punched out with his fists, and the fist wind took shape. A huge black dragon with scales hundreds of feet in size flew out with black flames on its body surface, black eyes, black horns, black hook teeth, and black claws.

The killing moves of the two collided.

"Boom!"

As if from the ancient scale dragon battle, the red and black scale dragons refused to give in to each other, and the void was neatly divided into red and black.

Boiling, burning, bursting.

Where the two fists intersected, the void was torn into spider web-like silver cracks, and the strong wind rumbled and spread like a tide.

After a stalemate, the winner was revealed.

"Boom!"

The huge impact force hit the body of the red-robed second prince, and he flew back more than a hundred feet like a cannonball before he could barely stand.

The red-robed second prince's body, which had originally turned into a scale dragon, quickly retreated to its original appearance. He couldn't help but feel the pain that almost tore his soul apart. His throat felt sweet, and with a puff, a stream of blood spurted out for more than a foot.

"What a powerful disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, this? This?" The red-robed second prince was surprised, and his eyes revealed his fear of the strong. He only felt that his bones and muscles were like being hit by a thousand-pound iron hammer a hundred times, sore and sore, and he could no longer muster any strength. His whole palm was shaking, but he couldn't clench his fist.

Fortunately, the second prince in red robe was born with a red scale body, which was quite strong. Otherwise, this blow would have resulted in the shattering of his bones and muscles and the collapse of his body.

Xu Yang then flew back with the recoil force, and his whole body was also sore. Fortunately, he was protected by the black scale armor, and the impact did not cause too much pressure on his soul.

Looking at the opposite side, Xu Yang let out a long breath, using his dolphin brain splitting technique, and activated the Moonlight Art and the Red Blood Refining Soul Art on the left and right, which was twice as effective as before. There were a few crystals on the surface of every bone in his body, as if the moonlight was flowing, and every muscle was washed by the powerful blood and soul power. In just a few breaths, the discomfort of bones and muscles disappeared completely.

Xu Yang looked at his fist and was quite surprised by the power of his punch just now, and was also very satisfied with the defense of the black scale armor.

"Xiao Hei, the black scale armor you transformed has very strong offensive and defensive capabilities. What I didn't expect is that it is so compatible with my ghost body." Xu Yang couldn't help but transmit his voice.

"Master Xu Yang, in time, you will know the true strength of my dark scale." Dark scale said proudly.

...

On the other side.

Led by the golden-robed eldest prince, the purple-robed third prince, the green-robed fifth prince and the blue-robed sixth prince joined forces to attack Guigu Changyang.

The scale dragon demon domains of the four of him were superimposed together, urging an extremely powerful combined attack technique.

In the four-color demon domain, ripples rolled, and a four-headed scale dragon with a size of dozens of feet emerged from it. The four heads, with different colors, gold, purple, green, and blue, shook their heads and tails, and their appearance was horrifying.

Guigu Changyang responded calmly, showing the domineering and decisiveness of the peak swordsman.

"Rain Demon Slash!"

The blade fell, rolling like thunder, a hundred feet long, and shaped like a dragon. It was hard to tell whether it was a dragon or a blade. Perhaps the blade was the dragon, and the dragon was the blade.

The sword intent was like rain, and the sword power was like a demon.

"Boom!"

The four dragons and the rain demon dragon collided in the sky.

Gold, purple, green, and blue, the four-color thunder danced wildly, and the powerful electric current broke through the void.

But just a moment later, three of the four dragons collapsed under the blade of the Rain Demon Slash.

"Woo!"

With a whine, the whole move collapsed and scattered.

A four-foot-long golden blade flew back, and with a click, it was inserted into a rock fifty feet away, sinking into the handle.

The big move was broken, and the powerful recoil force swallowed it like a tiger's mouth. The four people, the golden-robed eldest prince, the purple-robed third prince, the green-robed fifth prince and the blue-robed sixth prince, who were originally connected in a row, were lifted up by the strong wind and fell to the ground, leaving only groans all over the ground.

…

At the same time.

The white-robed double-horned boy, who seemed to have not made a move, stared at Liu Haiyu, who was as quiet as still water in front of him, and showed hesitation on his slightly immature face. He thought to himself: "My father told me before that I got the great fortune brought by the eight-branched scale dragon, and I have the real eight-branched royal bloodline, and I have the illusion power eight times that of ordinary scale dragon bloodlines. I just used this powerful illusion power but couldn't resist Liu Haiyu on the opposite side. How powerful is the soul power of this person in front of me?"

Thinking of this, the white-robed double-horned boy looked back at the warship docked in the distance. On the warship, the East China Sea Emperor, who was wearing a golden python robe and had double horns on his head, was staring at him intently.

The defeat of the other princes did not make the Emperor of Donghai feel disappointed or dissatisfied. He believed that his youngest son, who had two horns on his head like him, would eventually turn the tide.

"Your Majesty, would you like me to go over and help? Those thieves are too strong, and the safety of the princes is more important." General Bo Luo, who was in golden armor, suggested repeatedly.

The Great Emperor waved his hand without changing his expression, and then said firmly: "Let's see how the Eighth Prince performs."

Upon hearing this, General Boluo in the Golden Armor took a step back and said nothing.

Although the two are far apart, their eyes seem to be facing each other. This is the father's hope and trust in his son. The young man in white robe saw it and saw his father, who was already looking old, smiling and nodding towards him. He nodded in return and murmured: "Father."

Father as a mountain.

The white-robed boy with two horns turned around, his eyes no longer filled with panic, only the pride and confidence of the East China Sea scale dragon royal family. He was convinced that, like his father, he was of the orthodox scale-dragon bloodline with double horns. That was the honor of the scale-dragon royal family, and there was zero tolerance for failure.

"Liu Haiyu, the fight between us has just begun." The boy in the white robe with two horns pointed at Liu Haiyu opposite him and said loudly.

Liu Haiyu didn't answer. He remained calm on the surface, but there was a commotion in his heart.

"The white-robed young man opposite is anything but simple. He has such a powerful illusion. If I hadn't comprehended a trace of the source of power in the Tao Saint Lotus Pond, I'm afraid the outcome would have been unpredictable."

It can make Liu Haiyu's powerful Taoist heart fluctuate, and the strength shown by the boy in white robe and two horns is also very powerful.

Seeing that Liu Haiyu ignored him, the boy in white robe and horns awkwardly retracted his finger pointing at Liu Haiyu.

"snort!"

With a slight snort, the white-robed young man formed a strange magic formula with his hands. On his fingertips, eight colors of fluorescent light - red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and black - circulated and made a muffled sound.

Suddenly, a powerful force burst out, triggered by a pair of sharp horns on the white-robed young man's forehead, and an eight-color light beam shot straight into the sky.

High in the sky, the eight-color light beam seemed to penetrate the void. What remained in front of you was a slowly rotating eight-color magic circle that was a hundred acres in size. On top of the eight-color magic circle, large swathes of strange runes kept flowing.

"Yachiyin!"

Then the boy in white robe shouted.

The eight-color formation, which was a hundred acres in size and covered a whole area of ​​the world, was filled with arcs of electricity, demonic winds were blowing, and a huge demonic thing was slowly descending from it.

"What a powerful soul power, he can actually activate such a large-scale formation by himself." Liu Haiyu on the opposite side couldn't help but be surprised.

Liu Haiyu has made great achievements in formations, and he can tell at a glance how powerful the opponent's formations are.

"Ouch!"

With a shocking beast's roar, the surface of the East China Sea with a radius of hundreds of miles shook, and huge waves were set off.

In an instant, the sky and sea changed color.

I saw a blue-grey, eight-headed scaled dragon beast with a size of a hundred feet twisting out of the formation. This giant beast has eight heads, bared teeth and an angry mouth, stirring the heaven and earth, rumbling like thunder.

beast.

A beast.

A vicious beast.

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"Eighth Prince, I didn't expect that at such a young age, you could really withstand the fate of the Eight-Different Scaled Dragon sent down by me. This time, since you can summon me, I will recognize you." The eight-headed creature in the sky said the beast loudly.

Its sound is like thunder, spreading for hundreds of miles without stopping.

On the battleship, the Emperor of the East China Sea showed a look of satisfaction on his old face. He nodded frequently and whispered: "My son, the Baqi lineage will depend on you in the future."

The golden-armored general Boluo on the side saw the eight-dimensional scale dragon, his eyes showed a look of faith, as if there was an electric current flowing through him, he couldn't help but shuddered, and he quickly bowed like a salute.

The soldiers of the scaled dragon clan on the thirty warships were all excited and encouraged, waving their weapons and shouting in unison: "The eight-dimensional scaled dragon, powerful in the East China Sea, the god of faith, may live as long as the sky." …”

"I didn't expect that Lao Ba actually got the inheritance of the Eight-Dimensional Scaled Dragon. It's really ridiculous to think that we have been secretly and openly competing for the position of crown prince for many years." The golden-robed eldest prince said with a wry smile.

"How could it be Lao Ba? He is just a child." The second red-robed prince said with a look of reluctance.

"That's fine. Perhaps the eighth brother becomes the crown prince, or even the great emperor in the future. This may be the best outcome." The third prince in purple robe thought to himself.

The fifth prince in green robe and the sixth prince in blue robe had been knocked unconscious by Guigu Changyang's move. They were lying together, holding hands, wondering what was happening in front of them?

"What a powerful monster." Xu Yang exclaimed when he saw this. He felt strong pressure, which was the pressure of high-level cultivation on low-level cultivation.

"Master Xu Yang, don't worry. This is just a clone of that guy Baqi. With the ability of the eighth prince, it is far from enough to summon the original body of the eight-headed boy here." came the message in Xu Yang's ears. The voice transmission of Ming Lin.

"There really is a guy with eight heads in this world. He looks like he can be chopped off for a while." Guigu Changyang teased with no fear in his blue-gray eyes.

"Boy Changyang, don't underestimate the clone of this eight-dimensional scale dragon. Back then, neither I nor the big black man were any match for its true form." The voice of the gray-scale dragon came from the scabbard.

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Liu Haiyu looked back and saw Yun Qiaoer, who was in a weak state and was being supported by A'Zhu's hands.

"Cough cough cough." Yun Qiao'er coughed slightly, raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looked into Liu Haiyu's eyes, and said affectionately: "Hai Yu, be careful."

Liu Haiyu nodded, then turned around, his eyes full of determination, and said calmly: "Let me do it."