Before the words fell, the figure of the three generations suddenly disappeared.

The pupils of his eyes shrank, Zhao Ku's sword eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and almost at the same time, the emperor sword in Zhao Xiao's hand swung out into the sky.

Boom! A sword pierced through the void, and the torrent of its heaven and earth rules rushed out, "Solve this emperor within a hundred breaths, the words of the three generations of predecessors are too much!"

In the torrent of the rules of heaven and earth, the figures of three generations slowly appeared.

Seeing this figure, Zhao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the figure in front of him collapsed under the impact of the rules of heaven and earth, and the water splashed, this is not the body.

"The rules of water!" Zhao Xiao's heart sank suddenly, and a brilliant sword light suddenly appeared behind him, "Hundred Steps Master!"

The deep words were as loud as thunder, and Zhao Xiao didn't turn around, but the imperial sword in his hand swept backwards.

A roar of gold and iron clash sounded, and a terrifying force came from the hilt of the sword, and Zhao Xiao's figure flickered, and he rushed forward a few steps.

Holding the sword of rules, the three generations appeared in the rear, looking at Zhao Xiao with an indifferent expression, worthy of being the emperor of Great Zhao, his strength is good.

In the distance, Ye Chen looked at this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, although the three generations were only soul bodies, even if the former powerhouses of the Defeat Realm had not recovered from their cultivation, it was not difficult to suppress the martial artists of the martial arts world.

The snow flew, the prince slowly walked out of the wind and snow, pinched the falling snow with his sword fingers, and said with a smile: "I will deal with two martial arts realm martial artists who have condensed the body of the origin, and the rest will be handed over to you for the fifth generation to deal with." ”

"Again. Give me 100 breaths of time is enough!" the prince said with great confidence. As far as the eye can see, this world full of rules is a chessboard, and sentient beings are just pawns on the chessboard.

"I'll shoot and kill a martial arts realm martial artist who has condensed the body of the origin, and that person will hand it over to me!" said arrogantly and coldly, his calm eyes were full of killing intent, and at the same time, his sword finger was raised, pointing to a sword light that rushed straight into the sky in the distance, and the cold killing rules came out, surging forward.

"I'm not as good as the two of them, but I'm teamed up with Hichi. It is not difficult to contain a warrior. Xiao Fatzi chuckled, the majestic battle intent broke out of his body, and the proud sword in his hand sensed the master's battle intent. The sword body shook, and the buzzing sound of the sword pierced through the sky.

"Ahem!" His face was a little pale, and Ri Yu said helplessly: "I originally wanted to deal with those ordinary martial arts realms, but at the invitation of Brother Ziyun, I had to obey!"

A crystal clear blade flashed between the sleeves of the sun's coat, and the thin blade was like snow flakes.

"The remaining two ordinary martial arts realm martial artists will be handed over to me and the other guardians, and I will also need a hundred breaths of time to solve those two martial artists!" Ye Chen said to the prince in a sentence.

"Five generations, then whoever eats these two chess pieces before you and me!"

The prince chuckled, and a broken sword appeared in the wind and snow. The monstrous killing intent permeated it.

Holding the broken sword, the nine heavenly dragon phantoms behind the prince gradually condensed, and the majestic momentum soared into the sky.

"Sword Scar, Tiangang Martial Artist close to here, kill!" Ye Chen said lightly, holding his sword and stepping out, a bloody suit fluttered to meet the giant wheel of rules.

Six sword corpses, fat man, prince, proud son. Ri Gong and the others followed, and Ye Chen's body was like a long rainbow and went straight to the regular giant ship.

The five regular giant wheels slowly rotated, and the visions of heaven and earth intertwined, enveloping the heaven and earth in a radius of more than 10,000 zhang.

Brilliant sword light broke through the air, and the surging torrent was dead. The sand and dust are no longer flying.

The will of the martial arts was pervasive, and the surging rules were suppressed. One after another, the sword rainbow fell on the regular giant wheel, and the regular giant wheel was dim, and the roar echoed.

"The Lingwu Realm martial artists followed closely behind us, and the other martial artists formed a sword formation, concentrating their attacks on the Regular Giant Wheel and disintegrating it in one fell swoop. ”...,

Among the many warriors, a middle-aged man led by one commanded the other warriors in an orderly manner.

After all, Da Zhao and Da Yan were Tiangang powerhouses, and after the initial chaos, their armies immediately formed a formation under the command of their respective generals.

Millions of spears were thrown out in unison, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the momentum was extremely huge.

Bang bang! The spear was condensed with sword intent, and it only set off a ripple when it landed on the regular giant wheel, but it was better than the number of them, and at a glance, it seemed that there was no end to the Buddha.

The sharp qi surged, and the explosion of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the cracks were all over the five regular giant wheels.

"Everyone, let's do it together!" the middle-aged man shouted as he looked around.

"No!" Many martial arts realm martial artists roared in unison, and the martial will broke out of their bodies and condensed into a sword shadow of will.

"Shoot!" the middle-aged man shouted, taking the lead in rushing towards the huge ship of rules in the middle, and then a bloody suit floated in, blocking the middle-aged man's way.

"Kill!" The middle-aged man's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, General Yan Shou and Admiral Zhao Ku died at the hands of this person before, but compared to those two, he was more confident, condensed the body of the origin, and his strength far exceeded that of Yan Shou and Zhao Ku.

Boom clangs rang out all around, and the warriors who followed the middle-aged man also stopped, and several of their figures walked out of the void world, blocking their way.

The snow floc fell down, and the prince stepped on the snow floc, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked towards the two warriors with extremely strong breath, "These two people are handed over to me!"

"He's mine!" the killing intent was permeated, and the arrogant son's closed eyes slowly opened, pointing to an old man in a blue robe, and said lightly.

"I'll leave the first two to you, and as for this person, I'll hand it over to me and the sun!" Xiao Fatzi said harmlessly, and the Proud Sword pointed at a general in battle armor.

"Ahem, this armor is thick enough, Brother Ziyun, you are really good at picking people. Ri Yan stepped out and stood side by side with Xiao Fatzi, his eyes were unwavering, and he didn't see a trace of edge.

Jian frowned slightly, and the middle-aged man's cold gaze swept over Ye Chen and the others, and said coldly: "Kill these people!"

"No!" Several cold shouts sounded, and four warriors who had condensed their Origin Bodies stepped out of the air, and the terrifying coercion permeated the void, and the turbulent void froze.

"The stinky boy dares to put such nonsense, sitting in the well and watching the sky is really terrifying!" Wearing a blood-colored battle armor, a young man sneered, and a simple silver spear appeared in his hand, "Remember, this will be Yan Ming, the sixth general of the Great Yan Empire!"

The frost spread out, wrapped around the silver spear, and the young man stepped out of the air, looked directly into the prince's eyes, and sneered: "Yan Qing, just hand over this stinky kid to me, you don't have to make a move." ”

Hearing this, an old man who followed behind Yan Ming stopped in vain, looked at the prince with deep meaning, and said in a low voice: "Yan Ming, this person should not be underestimated. ”

"The barbarian land, its strong is not the same as my Tiangang's definition, for this kind of barbarian people, I know it in my heart!" Before the words fell, the silver spear in Yan Ming's hand was like a long snake coming out of a hole, and it went straight away.

The spear stirred, the rules trembled, and the sky and the earth were dim, except for the shadow of this spear.

The smile in the prince's eyes was even stronger, it turned out that he was just a kid who had not dried up in the eyes of these people, and the warriors of the Great Yan Kingdom were still as arrogant as ever, thousands of years, this has not changed.

The fierce cold wind blew the green shirt, the prince's eyes narrowed slightly, quietly looking at the shadow of the gun, when the spear was about to touch the prince, a piece of snow fell down, hitting the tip of the gun.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron sounded, Yan Ming only noticed that the spear in his hand was pressed by the ten thousand mountains, and he couldn't move, and the strong force almost made it impossible to parry, and the general trend that was condensed completely collapsed at this moment.

"I don't know, the method of the Nine Turns of Great Yan Cold Ice, how many turns have you cultivated to?" The prince chuckled, the broken sword in his hand slowly raised, pointed directly at Yan Ming, his tone changed, and he said lightly: "Hundred breath time, it has begun!"

Before the words fell, the prince's figure disappeared suddenly, the wind and snow danced wildly, the snow in the sky turned into chess pieces, floating in the void at will, a chessboard that appeared from the rules of heaven and earth appeared at the feet of Yan Ming and Yan Qing, they were like chess pieces on the chessboard.

"The method of the Nine Turns of Cold Ice, who is he, and why does he know about my Great Yan Gong Method?" Yan Ming and Yan Qingjian frowned, this method of the Nine Turns of Cold Ice is a secret that the Great Yan Imperial Family does not pass on, even many Tiangang powerhouses have never known about it.

"Let's shoot!" Yan Qing whispered, taking a step forward and standing side by side with Yan Ming.

And at the moment when the prince made a move, the arrogant son also made a move, and the killing rules conjured up phantoms, filling the heaven and earth with a radius of thousands of zhang, trapping the opponent.

"Brother Ziyun, it's time for you and me to make a move, ahem!" Hitsuki chuckled, and a delicate knife appeared between the fingers of the sword (to be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )