Chapter 971
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Roar!
Jiulong roars, the Dragon Power diffuses, nine claws step into the sky, toward Ao massacre.
Aotu also roars, overcomes the fear in his heart and kills Lu Ming.
A dragon and a dragon were killed on the stage.
Ao Tu, the metal mood to the extreme, his metal mood, is absolutely equivalent to the level of four, his whole body is as hard as gold and iron, dragon claws are made of dark gold, which is incomparably hard and can't be broken without anything.
Every move has a terrible power.
And Lu Ming, four kinds of artistic conception around the body, fusion together, the power is equally terrible.
At the same time, Lu Ming broke out four Dragon forces, running zhenyutiangong. Every muscle of his body can break out the power of zhenyutiangong.
Every muscle of his body can be shot at will, and its power is extremely terrible. When every claw is taken out, it has the power to suppress everything.
Boom!
The two dragons are entangled together and bombarded continuously. They are extremely savage. It seems that people come to the ancient times, where the beasts fight for hegemony and the real dragons fight in disorder.
Poop!
There are nine claws in Jiulong. Aotu can't stop him. He is caught by Jiulong's claws. When he tries to tear it, his scales are flying and a large piece of flesh and blood flows.
Ao Tu suffered pain and fought back. He tore a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claws almost broke.
Boom!
The body of Jiulong seems to be extremely heavy, pressing on AO Tu, which makes him hit the battle platform heavily, making a sound of bone fracture.
After several dozen moves, Lu Ming gradually gained the upper hand.
After all, Aotu was still influenced by the smell of Kowloon. He was afraid. The more he was afraid of the Vietnam War.
How can Lu Ming's opponent be?
Poof!
With blood splashing everywhere, Ao Tu screams. His body is cracked by Jiulong's claw. He struggles hard and finally escapes, leaving a large piece of Jiaolong meat, drenched with blood.
"Jiaolong meat contains 70% concentration of real dragon. It's good for barbecue."
When Jiulong opens its mouth, the sound of Lu Ming comes out, and then the piece of Jiaolong meat disappears.
"Lu Ming, that's a good thing. Leave one for me at the back!"
In the stands, the fat man yelled, almost drooling.
Aotu almost burst his lungs.
I wish I could swallow Lu Ming and fat man.
"Fat man, too few. These are mine. I'll make more of them!"
Lu Ming cries out, and goes to kill Ao Tu again.
"Ah, I give up!"
Suddenly, Ao didn't want to roar.
He knew that if he went on fighting, he would certainly be defeated, and he would have to pay more for Jiaolong meat.
"Give up?"
Lu Ming stops speechless and turns into a human figure again. He looks like a pity. His eyes turn around on AO Tu.
Aotu was also transformed into human form, and his face was extremely ugly.
He was not seriously injured, but his face was even worse than that.
In this war, he fought too much.
Lu Ming swallowed up 90% of Aotu's Qi carrying dragon, and then soared again, exceeding 200 Zhang and approaching 300 Zhang.
Such a huge dragon of Qi is rare in ancient times.
Lu Mingfei is in the stands.
"Fat man, it's a pity that this guy gave up early and didn't have your share!"
Lu Ming sighed.
"Damn it, no, we'll share that piece equally!"
Exclaimed the fat man.
Aotu, who was flying to the stands, trembled and almost fell off the stage.
Flying back to the grandstand, Aotu looks very gloomy.
The emperor of Jiaolong was not as good as Aotu. He was as black as charcoal.
Lu Ming won the battle, which shocked many people.
In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.
Next, there will be a battle between the emperor and the blood sword one. The winner will start the final battle with Lu Ming.
Most people think that the emperor and the Blood Sword must win.
In the end, it will be Lu Ming's battle with the emperor and God, which is interesting.
The light twinkles and covers the emperor and the blood sword.
The two men flew up to the platform.
"Do you and I need to fight again?"
The emperor and God spoke coldly.
Many people jump in their hearts and listen to the voice of the emperor. Have they ever fought with the blood sword before? But I've never heard anything like that.
"In the first world war three years ago, I was defeated, but now, not necessarily!"
The blood sword was filled with amazing blood gas, and his eyes became as red as a blood diamond.
Everyone was shocked. The Emperor God and the blood sword one actually had a fight three years ago. According to the situation, the blood sword was defeated.
"You were not my opponent three years ago, and in the future, you will never be my opponent!"The voice of the emperor and God revealed his strong self-confidence.
"You'll know when you've fought!"
As soon as the blood sword was drunk and stepped out, the terrible sword power burst out of his body, which filled the air.
This is the artistic conception of sword.
Blood Sword step forward, the sword is full of meaning.
Keng!
In the body of the emperor and God, there was also the sound of the sword. At the next moment, there was also a strong sword power, which broke out.
It's also the artistic conception of sword!
One or two of the gods and the Blood Sword understood the artistic conception of the sword.
Touch! Touch!
Both of them are stepping forward. With the pace, the sword will soar.
Keng! Keng! ...
the swords of the two men crossed the empty space for dozens of miles, and they fought in the void. The air between the two people actually broke out with roars and swords, and Mars shot in all directions.
The people's faces were solemn, and the sword meaning was too terrible. They had not yet started. Just by overflowing the sword meaning, they could easily kill the strong one with seven spirits.
Whew! Whew!
All of a sudden, the two of them stepped on each other's feet and turned into a sword light, cutting through the void and cutting toward each other.
When!
The two swords collided in the air, making a roar. The two swords shot back and then exploded together.
When! When! ...
in an instant, the two fought dozens of moves.
Some of them are of low cultivation. They can't see the two figures at all. They can only see two swords fighting in the air.
A golden sword light, a blood red sword light.
But at this time, the light of gold light sword soared, and the light of blood red sword flew out.
"Emperor and God, the eight peaks of Lingtai, the first blood sword, and the later stage of eight spirit fetuses!"
Lu Ming's heart moved and saw their accomplishments.
Moreover, the artistic conception of the two swords has reached the fourth level, which is the collision of the artistic conception of the four level swords. However, it was obvious that the emperor and God were better at fighting back the blood sword.
The blood red sword light flies back, and the body shape of Blood Sword one emerges.
At this time, his body's blood color light is more and more prosperous.
"Blood Sword, scabbard!"
A bloody sword flew out of his eyebrow with a wave of his hand. As soon as the sword flew out, it turned into a dozen meters. Surprisingly, when the sword became bigger, it actually split into two, two into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood red sword, flying around the blood sword.
"Kill!"
When the blood sword was drunk, the fingers of the sword waved, and the sixteen fighting swords were flying and turned into sixteen sword lights, and they were assassinated towards the emperor and God.
The most terrifying thing is not the sixteen swords, but the endless sword spirit generated in the flying process.
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Roar!
Jiulong roars, the Dragon Power diffuses, nine claws step into the sky, toward Ao massacre.
Aotu also roars, overcomes the fear in his heart and kills Lu Ming.
A dragon and a dragon were killed on the stage.
Ao Tu, the metal mood to the extreme, his metal mood, is absolutely equivalent to the level of four, his whole body is as hard as gold and iron, dragon claws are made of dark gold, which is incomparably hard and can't be broken without anything.
Every move has a terrible power.
And Lu Ming, four kinds of artistic conception around the body, fusion together, the power is equally terrible.
At the same time, Lu Ming broke out four Dragon forces, running zhenyutiangong. Every muscle of his body can break out the power of zhenyutiangong.
Every muscle of his body can be shot at will, and its power is extremely terrible. When every claw is taken out, it has the power to suppress everything.
Boom!
The two dragons are entangled together and bombarded continuously. They are extremely savage. It seems that people come to the ancient times, where the beasts fight for hegemony and the real dragons fight in disorder.
Poop!
There are nine claws in Jiulong. Aotu can't stop him. He is caught by Jiulong's claws. When he tries to tear it, his scales are flying and a large piece of flesh and blood flows.
Ao Tu suffered pain and fought back. He tore a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claws almost broke.
Boom!
The body of Jiulong seems to be extremely heavy, pressing on AO Tu, which makes him hit the battle platform heavily, making a sound of bone fracture.
After several dozen moves, Lu Ming gradually gained the upper hand.
After all, Aotu was still influenced by the smell of Kowloon. He was afraid. The more he was afraid of the Vietnam War.
How can Lu Ming's opponent be?
Poof!
With blood splashing everywhere, Ao Tu screams. His body is cracked by Jiulong's claw. He struggles hard and finally escapes, leaving a large piece of Jiaolong meat, drenched with blood.
"Jiaolong meat contains 70% concentration of real dragon. It's good for barbecue."
When Jiulong opens its mouth, the sound of Lu Ming comes out, and then the piece of Jiaolong meat disappears.
"Lu Ming, that's a good thing. Leave one for me at the back!"
In the stands, the fat man yelled, almost drooling.
Aotu almost burst his lungs.
I wish I could swallow Lu Ming and fat man.
"Fat man, too few. These are mine. I'll make more of them!"
Lu Ming cries out, and goes to kill Ao Tu again.
"Ah, I give up!"
Suddenly, Ao didn't want to roar.
He knew that if he went on fighting, he would certainly be defeated, and he would have to pay more for Jiaolong meat.
"Give up?"
Lu Ming stops speechless and turns into a human figure again. He looks like a pity. His eyes turn around on AO Tu.
Aotu was also transformed into human form, and his face was extremely ugly.
He was not seriously injured, but his face was even worse than that.
In this war, he fought too much.
Lu Ming swallowed up 90% of Aotu's Qi carrying dragon, and then soared again, exceeding 200 Zhang and approaching 300 Zhang.
Such a huge dragon of Qi is rare in ancient times.
Lu Mingfei is in the stands.
"Fat man, it's a pity that this guy gave up early and didn't have your share!"
Lu Ming sighed.
"Damn it, no, we'll share that piece equally!"
Exclaimed the fat man.
Aotu, who was flying to the stands, trembled and almost fell off the stage.
Flying back to the grandstand, Aotu looks very gloomy.
The emperor of Jiaolong was not as good as Aotu. He was as black as charcoal.
Lu Ming won the battle, which shocked many people.
In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.
Next, there will be a battle between the emperor and the blood sword one. The winner will start the final battle with Lu Ming.
Most people think that the emperor and the Blood Sword must win.
In the end, it will be Lu Ming's battle with the emperor and God, which is interesting.
The light twinkles and covers the emperor and the blood sword.
The two men flew up to the platform.
"Do you and I need to fight again?"
The emperor and God spoke coldly.
Many people jump in their hearts and listen to the voice of the emperor. Have they ever fought with the blood sword before? But I've never heard anything like that.
"In the first world war three years ago, I was defeated, but now, not necessarily!"
The blood sword was filled with amazing blood gas, and his eyes became as red as a blood diamond.
Everyone was shocked. The Emperor God and the blood sword one actually had a fight three years ago. According to the situation, the blood sword was defeated.
"You were not my opponent three years ago, and in the future, you will never be my opponent!"The voice of the emperor and God revealed his strong self-confidence.
"You'll know when you've fought!"
As soon as the blood sword was drunk and stepped out, the terrible sword power burst out of his body, which filled the air.
This is the artistic conception of sword.
Blood Sword step forward, the sword is full of meaning.
Keng!
In the body of the emperor and God, there was also the sound of the sword. At the next moment, there was also a strong sword power, which broke out.
It's also the artistic conception of sword!
One or two of the gods and the Blood Sword understood the artistic conception of the sword.
Touch! Touch!
Both of them are stepping forward. With the pace, the sword will soar.
Keng! Keng! ...
the swords of the two men crossed the empty space for dozens of miles, and they fought in the void. The air between the two people actually broke out with roars and swords, and Mars shot in all directions.
The people's faces were solemn, and the sword meaning was too terrible. They had not yet started. Just by overflowing the sword meaning, they could easily kill the strong one with seven spirits.
Whew! Whew!
All of a sudden, the two of them stepped on each other's feet and turned into a sword light, cutting through the void and cutting toward each other.
When!
The two swords collided in the air, making a roar. The two swords shot back and then exploded together.
When! When! ...
in an instant, the two fought dozens of moves.
Some of them are of low cultivation. They can't see the two figures at all. They can only see two swords fighting in the air.
A golden sword light, a blood red sword light.
But at this time, the light of gold light sword soared, and the light of blood red sword flew out.
"Emperor and God, the eight peaks of Lingtai, the first blood sword, and the later stage of eight spirit fetuses!"
Lu Ming's heart moved and saw their accomplishments.
Moreover, the artistic conception of the two swords has reached the fourth level, which is the collision of the artistic conception of the four level swords. However, it was obvious that the emperor and God were better at fighting back the blood sword.
The blood red sword light flies back, and the body shape of Blood Sword one emerges.
At this time, his body's blood color light is more and more prosperous.
"Blood Sword, scabbard!"
A bloody sword flew out of his eyebrow with a wave of his hand. As soon as the sword flew out, it turned into a dozen meters. Surprisingly, when the sword became bigger, it actually split into two, two into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood red sword, flying around the blood sword.
"Kill!"
When the blood sword was drunk, the fingers of the sword waved, and the sixteen fighting swords were flying and turned into sixteen sword lights, and they were assassinated towards the emperor and God.
The most terrifying thing is not the sixteen swords, but the endless sword spirit generated in the flying process.
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Roar! Jiulong roars, the Dragon Power diffuses, nine claws step into the sky, toward Ao massacre. Aotu also roars, overcomes the fear in his heart and kills Lu Ming. A dragon and a dragon were killed on the stage. Ao Tu, the metal mood to the extreme, his metal mood, is absolutely equivalent to the level of four, his whole body is as hard as gold and iron, dragon claws are made of dark gold, which is incomparably hard and can't be broken without anything. Every move has a terrible power. And Lu Ming, four kinds of artistic conception around the body, fusion together, the power is equally terrible. At the same time, Lu Ming broke out four Dragon forces, running zhenyutiangong. Every muscle of his body can break out the power of zhenyutiangong. Every muscle of his body can be shot at will, and its power is extremely terrible. When every claw is taken out, it has the power to suppress everything. Boom! The two dragons are entangled together and bombarded continuously. They are extremely savage. It seems that people come to the ancient times, where the beasts fight for hegemony and the real dragons fight in disorder. Poop! There are nine claws in Jiulong. Aotu can't stop him. He is caught by Jiulong's claws. When he tries to tear it, his scales are flying and a large piece of flesh and blood flows. Ao Tu suffered pain and fought back. He tore a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claws almost broke. Boom! The body of Jiulong seems to be extremely heavy, pressing on AO Tu, which makes him hit the battle platform heavily, making a sound of bone fracture. After several dozen moves, Lu Ming gradually gained the upper hand. After all, Aotu was still influenced by the smell of Kowloon. He was afraid. The more he was afraid of the Vietnam War. How can Lu Ming's opponent be? Poof! With blood splashing everywhere, Ao Tu screams. His body is cracked by Jiulong's claw. He struggles hard and finally escapes, leaving a large piece of Jiaolong meat, drenched with blood. "Jiaolong meat contains 70% concentration of real dragon. It's good for barbecue." When Jiulong opens its mouth, the sound of Lu Ming comes out, and then the piece of Jiaolong meat disappears. "Lu Ming, that's a good thing. Leave one for me at the back!" In the stands, the fat man yelled, almost drooling. Aotu almost burst his lungs. I wish I could swallow Lu Ming and fat man. "Fat man, too few. These are mine. I'll make more of them!" Lu Ming cries out, and goes to kill Ao Tu again. "Ah, I give up!" Suddenly, Ao didn't want to roar. He knew that if he went on fighting, he would certainly be defeated, and he would have to pay more for Jiaolong meat. "Give up?" Lu Ming stops speechless and turns into a human figure again. He looks like a pity. His eyes turn around on AO Tu. Aotu was also transformed into human form, and his face was extremely ugly. He was not seriously injured, but his face was even worse than that. In this war, he fought too much. Lu Ming swallowed up 90% of Aotu's Qi carrying dragon, and then soared again, exceeding 200 Zhang and approaching 300 Zhang. Such a huge dragon of Qi is rare in ancient times. Lu Mingfei is in the stands. "Fat man, it's a pity that this guy gave up early and didn't have your share!" Lu Ming sighed. "Damn it, no, we'll share that piece equally!" Exclaimed the fat man. Aotu, who was flying to the stands, trembled and almost fell off the stage. Flying back to the grandstand, Aotu looks very gloomy. The emperor of Jiaolong was not as good as Aotu. He was as black as charcoal. Lu Ming won the battle, which shocked many people. In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle. Next, there will be a battle between the emperor and the blood sword one. The winner will start the final battle with Lu Ming. Most people think that the emperor and the Blood Sword must win. In the end, it will be Lu Ming's battle with the emperor and God, which is interesting. The light twinkles and covers the emperor and the blood sword. The two men flew up to the platform. "Do you and I need to fight again?" The emperor and God spoke coldly. Many people jump in their hearts and listen to the voice of the emperor. Have they ever fought with the blood sword before? But I've never heard anything like that. "In the first world war three years ago, I was defeated, but now, not necessarily!" The blood sword was filled with amazing blood gas, and his eyes became as red as a blood diamond. Everyone was shocked. The Emperor God and the blood sword one actually had a fight three years ago. According to the situation, the blood sword was defeated. "You were not my opponent three years ago, and in the future, you will never be my opponent!"The voice of the emperor and God revealed his strong self-confidence. "You'll know when you've fought!" As soon as the blood sword was drunk and stepped out, the terrible sword power burst out of his body, which filled the air. This is the artistic conception of sword. Blood Sword step forward, the sword is full of meaning. Keng! In the body of the emperor and God, there was also the sound of the sword. At the next moment, there was also a strong sword power, which broke out. It's also the artistic conception of sword! One or two of the gods and the Blood Sword understood the artistic conception of the sword. Touch! Touch! Both of them are stepping forward. With the pace, the sword will soar. Keng! Keng! ... the swords of the two men crossed the empty space for dozens of miles, and they fought in the void. The air between the two people actually broke out with roars and swords, and Mars shot in all directions. The people's faces were solemn, and the sword meaning was too terrible. They had not yet started. Just by overflowing the sword meaning, they could easily kill the strong one with seven spirits. Whew! Whew! All of a sudden, the two of them stepped on each other's feet and turned into a sword light, cutting through the void and cutting toward each other. When! The two swords collided in the air, making a roar. The two swords shot back and then exploded together. When! When! ... in an instant, the two fought dozens of moves. Some of them are of low cultivation. They can't see the two figures at all. They can only see two swords fighting in the air. A golden sword light, a blood red sword light. But at this time, the light of gold light sword soared, and the light of blood red sword flew out. "Emperor and God, the eight peaks of Lingtai, the first blood sword, and the later stage of eight spirit fetuses!" Lu Ming's heart moved and saw their accomplishments. Moreover, the artistic conception of the two swords has reached the fourth level, which is the collision of the artistic conception of the four level swords. However, it was obvious that the emperor and God were better at fighting back the blood sword. The blood red sword light flies back, and the body shape of Blood Sword one emerges. At this time, his body's blood color light is more and more prosperous. "Blood Sword, scabbard!" A bloody sword flew out of his eyebrow with a wave of his hand. As soon as the sword flew out, it turned into a dozen meters. Surprisingly, when the sword became bigger, it actually split into two, two into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood red sword, flying around the blood sword. "Kill!" When the blood sword was drunk, the fingers of the sword waved, and the sixteen fighting swords were flying and turned into sixteen sword lights, and they were assassinated towards the emperor and God. The most terrifying thing is not the sixteen swords, but the endless sword spirit generated in the flying process. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
