roar!

The nine dragons roared long, the dragon's might filled the air, and the nine claws stepped into the air, heading towards Ao Tuzhe.

Ao Tu also yelled, overcame the fear in his heart, and purged towards Lu Ming.

A dragon and a nine dragon were killed together on the battlefield.

Ao Tu has brought the metallic artistic conception to the extreme. His metallic artistic conception is absolutely equivalent to level 4. His whole body is as hard as gold and iron, and his dragon claws are made of like dark gold. It is extremely hard and everything cannot be broken.

Every move has terrible power.

And Lu Ming, four artistic conceptions are circling around and fusing together, and their power is equally terrifying.

At the same time, Lu Ming burst out four dragon powers, pursuing the Heavenly Age of the Prison, and every inch of his muscles could burst out the power of the Heavenly Age of the Prison.

Every muscle on his body is bounced at will, and its power is extremely terrifying. Every claw is grabbed and it has the power to suppress everything.

Rumble!

The two dragons were entangled together and bombarded continuously, which was extremely barbaric, making people feel like they had arrived in ancient times, where divine beasts competed for hegemony and real dragons fought in chaos.

Puchi!

The Nine Dragons had nine claws, and Ao Tu couldn't stop them all. His body was grabbed by the Nine Dragons' claws. He tore it hard, and his scales suddenly flew out, tearing a large piece of flesh and blood, and blood flowed.

Ao Tu suffered a lot and fought back hard, tearing off a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claws were almost broken.

boom!

The body of Jiulong seemed extremely heavy, pressing against Ao Tu, causing him to hit the battlefield heavily, making the sound of bone breaking.

The two of them rolled around and fought dozens of moves. Lu Ming became more and more braver and gradually gained the upper hand.

After all, Ao Tu was influenced by the breath of Jiulong and was afraid. After the war, the more fearful he felt stronger.

I am already afraid, how can I be Lu Ming’s opponent?

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere, Ao Tu screamed, his body was scratched by Jiulong's claws. He struggled hard and finally escaped, but left a large piece of dragon meat, dripping from blood.

"The dragon meat containing 70% of the real dragon's concentration is good, so keep it for barbecue!"

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

"Lu Ming, that's a good thing. Leave me one later!"

In the stands, the fat man screamed and almost drooled.

Ao Tu almost burst into breath.

I wish I could swallow Lu Ming and the fat man in one bite.

"Fatty, there are so few. These are mine. I'll do it later!"

Lu Ming shouted, and then rushed towards Ao Tu.

"Ah, I admit defeat!"

Ao Tu suddenly yelled, extremely unwilling to accept it.

He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose, and he would probably have to pay more dragon meat.

"Give up?"

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

Ao Tu also turned into a human form, his face extremely ugly.

He was not seriously injured, but his face looked even worse than being seriously injured.

He fought this battle too frustratingly.

The dragon of luck above Lu Ming's head swallowed Ao Tu's dragon of luck by 90%, and surged again, exceeding two hundred feet and approaching three hundred feet.

Such a huge dragon of luck has been rare since ancient times.

Lu Mingfei got on the stands.

"Fatty, it's a pity that this guy gave in early, and he has no share of you!"

Lu Ming sighed.

"Damn it, no, we can share that piece evenly!"

The fat man shouted.

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

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

The Supreme Dragon Lord's face was not much better than Ao Tu, as black as black charcoal.

In the end, Lu Ming won the battle.

-----People please remind: Please pay attention to eye rest when reading for a long time.:

----This is a gorgeous dividing line---

Shocked many people.

In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.

Next, the battle between Emperor God and Blood Sword 1, and the winner will start the final battle with Lu Ming.

Most of the people believe that the Emperor God and the Blood Sword One must be the Emperor God winning.

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

The light flashed, covering the Emperor God and the Blood Sword.

The two flew onto the battlefield.

"Do you and me need to fight again?"

The Emperor God spoke coldly.

Many people's hearts were thrilled. Listening to the tone of the Emperor God, did they have fought with the Blood Sword before? But they had never heard of such rumors.

"I lost to the battle three years ago, but now, it may not be!"

The Blood Sword was filled with amazing blood and his eyes turned red like a blood diamond.

Everyone was shocked. The Emperor God and Blood Sword Yi had fought three years ago. Depending on the situation, Blood Sword Yi should have been defeated.

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

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

"You will know after fighting!"

The Blood Sword shouted loudly and stepped out, and a terrible sword power burst out from his body. The sword power spread out into the sky and spread out.

This is the artistic conception of the sword.

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

Clam!

There was also a sound of swords coming from the Emperor God, and the next moment, a powerful sword power burst out.

It is also the artistic conception of the sword!

The Emperor God and the Blood Sword both actually understood the artistic conception of the sword.

Touch! Touch!

Both of them were stepping, and as they stepped out, the sword intent soared.

Clam! Clam!

The two of them had their sword intents crossed the void dozens of miles and fought in the void. The sky between them actually burst into roars and swords, and Mars were shot everywhere.

Everyone's faces were solemn. This kind of sword intent was too terrible. Before the two of them had just taken action, the overflowing sword intent could easily kill ordinary strong men with the seventh level of spiritual fetus.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, the two of them stepped on their feet and their bodies turned into a sword light, cutting through the void and slashing towards each other.

when!

Two sword lights clashed in the air, making a roar, and the sword energy shot everywhere. The two sword lights retreated with one blow, and then blasted together again.

When! When!

In an instant, the two fought dozens of moves.

Some of the people with low cultivation level could not see the figures of the two, and they 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 surged and knocked the blood-red sword light away.

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

Lu Ming's heart moved and saw the cultivation of the two.

Moreover, the two of them had reached level 4 in their sword art, which was a collision of level 4 in their sword art art. However, it was obvious that the Emperor God's cultivation was better, and he knocked back the blood sword with one blow.

The blood-red sword light flew away, and Blood Sword Yi's figure emerged.

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

"Blood Sword, unsheathed!"

The Blood Sword pinched the sword with one hand, and waved his hand, and suddenly, a blood-red battle sword flew out from the middle of his eyebrows. The sword flew out and turned into a huge size of more than ten meters. What's amazing is that when the sword became larger, it was divided into two, two into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood-red battle swords, flying around the blood sword.

"kill!"

The Blood Sword shouted loudly, waved the sword finger, and sixteen battle swords flew into sixteen sword lights, and they were assassinated towards the Emperor God.
Chapter completed!