Feng Wang stood in the gust of wind, his face was bleak, and when he closed his eyes and opened it again, there was no trace of warmth.

He raised his eyes and looked into the sky. Thousands of thunders and snakes flew into the sky. One person and one dragon fought fiercely in the dark clouds. The momentum was unparalleled.

Fighting at a height of thousands of feet, the entire royal city has been shaken by the sympathy of air and machine.

Before that, he had never seen the power of the Dragon King's Armor, and he didn't really believe too much in the plans of Taizu Taizong.

But at this time, seeing the real dragon soaring into the sky, even the Daoist Wang Quan who defeated Pang Wanyang was blocked, and the weight of the Dragon King Armor in his heart was rising steadily.

Daoists with royal power can resist the dragon king armor that has not yet recognized the lord, but what if it does?

I am afraid that he is not his opponent.

Once the Dragon King Kai believed that he was the master, even if he lost all this, he could still create an immortal dynasty!

Even if other soldiers were born later, he was sitting on the Dragon King Armor, and he could dormant in the wild, and there was no problem in protecting himself.

And the gods and gods of heaven and gods will rise and come out, and they will fall. When the masters of the soldiers are gone, other gods and gods are hiding. Between heaven and earth, who can stop himself with the dragon king armor, or the Feng family? descendants?

Thinking of this, he made up his mind completely.

"Yutian!"

King Feng landed on the viewing platform and ordered in the howling wind:

"Let the widow go out of the king's city and do what your teacher has never done before!"

Yutian, who was watching the battle from the sky, heard the words, his heart was mad, and he turned to look at Feng Wang, whose clothes were flying in the wind:

"Kings?"

"Listen to orders!"

Feng Wang snorted coldly and walked away.

The ghost grandma has been lurking in the underground palace for two hundred years and has not seen the sun, but it is not that she does nothing but suppress the Dragon King Armor.

In the past two hundred years, under the inclination of countless resources of the imperial court, a group of real masters have been cultivated.

The 30,000 eunuchs in the royal city are in no way inferior to any major sect in the world!

"Master King"

Yutian stood there in a daze, looking at Feng Wang who was far away, hesitant on his face, but he heard the thunder of dragons in the sky.

He gritted his teeth and turned to order.

Feng Wang stepped away, but his actions were always being watched.

As soon as he made a move, Han Changgong had already stopped him.

"Kings"

Han Changgong's expression trembled, and the arrogance around his body rose.

The invisible true qi and divine will stir the sky around him with the open arms of his arms, and under the interweaving of true qi and the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, a wall of air that looks like a substance is formed.

Standing in front of King Feng:

"That's your soldier"

Until now, he was a little unbelievable, the young man who had helped him for decades, watched him step by step from a poor prince to the throne, and worked hard for decades to push his national strength to the number one in the Seven Kingdoms.

Back to what it is now.

Can one piece of divine weapon make him give up 50 million soldiers and civilians and the Dafeng they have guarded for decades?

"Han Taste Palace!"

King Feng's expression was indifferent, and there was no trace of warmth anymore.

Its qi is like a dragon, its meaning is domineering.

He is a martial artist, which is the martial arts of heaven and man stolen from the dragon king's armor by the kings of Dafeng in the past two hundred years.

Although he has not reached Wuji, he is by no means comparable to ordinary divine veins!

God's will soared into the sky, it seemed to dye half of the dark sky red, and the turbulent air waves were surging like magma under the infection of this crimson streamer!

At the same time as the voice reverberated, an iron fist under the plain yellow shirt had broken through the heavy air currents, and the tyrannical fist slammed across hundreds of feet.

"Whoever stops me will die!!!"

This punch is almost burning will and determination!

It is the ferocity that annihilates everything, and completely cut off the relationship between the ruler and the minister!

It is a ruthless fist!

Boom!

Thunder out of thin air!

Like a meteor falling into the sea, the ripples rose sharply, and the huge shock wave swayed away, accompanied by the shattering and rolling Astral Wind True Qi spreading away in all directions.

boom!

After one punch, Feng Wang Tread stepped out and punched again.

The fist is like a dragon, piercing the sky, and wrapping the surging and burning True Qi, under the determination of the heart and spirit, a punch hits the Han Taste Palace, which is bleeding from the seven orifices, but stands in front of it!

"God's will is high and unpredictable. I saw everything, but I couldn't see myself. The organs were exhausted, but it turned out that I caused all this."

Han Changgong felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Seeing the Ba Lie Long Fist coming from the sky, the divine will rose up, and he was about to use his life-fighting method, the method of burning qi.

Even if it is completely dissipated in the world, it will not let you out of the royal city!

"Kings!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from the sky again.

Liu Yanchang came out of the sky, and his zhenqi bombarded hundreds of feet, knocking Han Changgong several dozen feet into the air, and flung it far into the night sky.

Boom!

The power of Ba Lie's fist poured down the earth, and a deep ravine that was several miles long was drawn on the wide square of the king's city.

"Kings!"

Liu Yanchang knelt down on one knee in the air, looking like crying and laughing:

"I want to ask you, what do you want to do?"

What happened tonight was too fast, he didn't understand it for a while, but he had been in charge of the Six Doors for many years, and his mind was sharp, and gradually, he had already speculated something.

Something he couldn't believe, couldn't accept.

"Didn't you already guess?"

King Feng's long hair was raised back, his clothes were swollen, and his fists rose into the sky like wolf smoke:

"Tell the widow, your choice!"

"Your Majesty, the minister will always be your eagle and dog. If the king wants the minister to die, the minister will die."

Liu Yanchang knelt down in mid-air, and the lingering saber qi around his body fluctuated with his mood swings, clanging loudly.

He was never a good man.

Killed brothers, killed heroes, and killed civilians

He robbed the master of his position, and framed his colleagues for the sake of his position.

Known as the dog of the King of Feng, and hated by countless people, he was gnashing his teeth and scolded him for calling him a catcher. He was an out-and-out villain.

"But"

He slowly raised his head, and tears seemed to flow down his wooden face:

"Dogs eat shit, but not the flesh of their own kind"

Boom!

The voice was still floating in the air, and the turbulent turbulent atmosphere of the fierce fist had already drowned it with a bang.

Then, King Feng's calm and cold voice floated in the air:

"What's the use of keeping a disobedient dog?!"

boom!

True Qi shattered, and the sound of bones and bones exploding accompanied by a mouthful of blood spilled in the air.

Liu Yanchang flew upside down, his court clothes and crown were all torn apart, and the black-bottomed cloud boots on his feet also shattered into pieces.

In the gust of wind, his face was covered in his own blood.

"Brother Liu!"

In the darkness of night, the color of Han tasted the palace changed.

He never thought that the one who saved him would be Liu Yanchang, the most obedient dog hunter known by the folks as a hawk dog.

"Your Majesty, today"

In the mournful laughter, Liu Yanchang, who was disheveled, drew his sword step by step.

The yanling sword whispered like a thunderous dragon with its head held high, and swayed thousands of sword lights all over the sky.

"Chen, be a rebel!"

boom!

Boom!

Above the sky, as thunderclouds rolled, one person and one dragon collided hundreds of thousands of times.

An Qisheng stepped between the thunderclouds, and his body moved for a long time, and he fought fiercely with the red-golden long dragon.

The material of the Dragon King's armor is so hard that he has never seen it in two lifetimes. In the collision of thousands of times he slammed with all his strength, there was not a single bit of wear and tear. This strength is stronger than any magic weapon he has seen. out too much.

Because of this, he didn't even use the King Power Spear during this long battle.

The tyranny of the gods and soldiers made him a little surprised.

In his eyes, ripples appeared, as if capturing some kind of invisible energy.

His **** is extremely powerful, and even in the collision of this intensity, he can feel what is happening below.

Han Changgong, Liu Yanchang, and the tens of thousands of eunuchs who came from all directions and headed out of the royal city.

boom!

After a collision, he withdrew and stepped back thousands of feet. The turbulent air and the airflow rubbed into a real flame, like a meteor piercing the night sky.

He was bathed in the flashing lightning snakes, and slowly exhaled a turbid breath:

"It's time to end"

The gods and gods cannot be destroyed. However, a weapon can never be invincible, especially since this Dragon King Armor has not yet recovered to its peak, and there is no soldier to control it.

Ang~

During the sonic shock, the red-gold long dragon seemed to notice something, and rushed out from the thunder cloud, the dragon claws crossed the thunder and lightning snakes, and grabbed An Qisheng.

Huhu~

In the air flow that was more ferocious than a sword, An Qi stood still, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, his divine will climbed to the limit.

Look at the red-gold long dragon swooping down in the night under the intertwined thunderclouds of light and darkness!

The gods and gods of heaven and man are neither qi nor god, and they are both true and false. They are magical weapons that lie between the virtual and the real. Because they are indestructible, they have no flesh and bones, and they have almost no flaws.

However, almost only almost, there is nothing perfect in this world.

Heaven and man still have flaws, let alone gods and gods?

Click!

In the turbulent air, a thunder streak passed, briefly illuminating the night.

At this moment, An Qisheng's eyes suddenly brightened.

While the mountain-like dragon head was posing, he saw a painfully distorted face flash past in the dragon's eyes!

Boom!

At this moment, An Qisheng broke out completely.

It seems that a big sun suddenly shines bright, and the momentary light illuminates the dark night, as if to pierce through the thundercloud.

Under the flickering light.

An Qisheng stepped in the air, raised his arms and palms, and between the flicks of his fingers, 54,000 kinds of fist and palm changes were derived, and finally turned into a "Nantianmen"!

The majestic gate of God reappeared, spread with immortal light, and moved like a mountain, crashing into the red golden dragon.

again this trick

There seemed to be a hint of mockery in the dragon's eyes.

But in the next instant, this trace of mockery turned into shock!

I saw that between the changes of the fist and palm, the 'Nantian Gate' suddenly opened!

hum~

The black and white colors intertwined in the sky swirled with his hands, turning into a streamer and returning against the current.

In a trance, it was like an ancient **** who pulled out the pillar and whipped down from the sky!

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As for his left arm, he also started to move Nantianmen, but it turned into a 'Xianxiantai'.

In other words, it's the 'Dragon Slaying Platform'!

at the same time,

He also stepped on his feet, and his unparalleled strength penetrated hundreds of feet in the sky in an instant, like a real tornado, crashing down!

In the raging flames, he stepped on Feng Wang, who had just released a dragon fist and smashed Liu Yanchang into the air and vomited blood!

"Ok?!"

Feng Wang just hit Liu Yanchang with one punch, and his heart was beating wildly, and an unprecedented crisis filled his heart.

He looked up to the sky, and saw the Daoist Wang Quan, while fighting the Dragon King Armor,

Step on yourself!

Like stepping on ants!