In front of the Three Emperors Palace, the war ended, the peerless genius of the Peng clan was defeated, and his wings were torn off, which was extremely desolate. Dingdian novels were updated the fastest

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Lao Peng's eyes were about to break, and he was full of murderous intent, and he was willing to go forward to avenge his only son.

In front of Kunyihuang Palace, Kunyi Demon Emperor took action, and the space was blocked, turning into a cage of heaven and earth to trap the leader of the Tianpeng clan.

"King Peng, I'm willing to accept the loss!"

In front of the Eight Desolate Emperor Palace, the Eight Desolate Demon Emperor spoke and said lightly.

The three demon emperors stood quietly in the rays of light, swallowing the sky and accepting the earth, and trembling the hundreds of tribes, making people realize that in this primitive demon realm, these three people are the real heaven.

Lao Peng's king gradually recovered from madness, and his murderous eyes swept towards the young man in plain clothes not far away. He then walked to the unconscious only son, led the latter and left.

In front of the Three Emperors' Palace, the three demon emperors did not stop him and watched Lao Peng leave with Aoli.

After this battle, the young master of Peng clan, both the foundation and the martial heart were completely destroyed. Peng clan lost his successor and was destined to be unable to recover his vitality within hundreds of years.

In front of the nine thousand stone steps, the envoys of the hundreds of tribes came back from their shock. The Thirteenth Prince of the Demon Clan, who was like a demon in front of them, couldn't help but feel cold.

In front of Lao Peng, who is comparable to the powerful emperor, he tore off the wings of the young master of the Peng clan. This courage and ruthlessness are attainable to anyone.

In the eyes of everyone, Ning Chen held his fists and bowed to the three demon emperors, and turned around and walked back to his position without saying a word.

In the battle, the envoys present at the scene looked at the former, and all their eyes were filled with fear.

I really didn't expect that the Thirteenth Highness had become so powerful that it was almost impossible to challenge.

Among the envoys of the hundreds of clans, Xiaoxiao and Wan'er looked at each other, which was a bit complicated. Ning Chen's strength was repeatedly beyond their expectations. Several of the thirteen princes and daughters of the Demon Royal Family had entered the kingdom. There were not many people they could challenge, and now, even fewer.

"Thirteenth brother, you made us look at each other with admiration." Not far apart, the Ninth Prince spoke and smiled.

"The Nine Emperor Brother is so famous, just showing off his skills." Ning Chen said softly.

"hypocritical!"

Behind the ninth prince, a beautiful woman spoke and said lightly.

"Ten sisters, don't be presumptuous." The ninth prince scolded lightly.

"What, can't you tell me?" Xuan Yue said coldly.

A cool look flashed in the ninth prince's eyes, but he didn't say it again. Xuan Yue's personality has always been like this, and it is useless to say more.

Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him with a slightly bent mouth. It seemed that among the princes and princes of the royal family, there were still many unknown things that he needed to dig slowly.

Xuan Yue looked at the young man behind her coldly. For some reason, she just didn't like this thirteenth brother.

Seeing the former looking at him, Ning Chen smiled and nodded.

Xuan Yue snorted coldly, withdrew her gaze and ignored it.

Ning Chen smiled awkwardly, stood at the last throne honestly, watching the struggle of hundreds of tribes.

The royal family is strong, and there is not much room for hundreds of tribes to fight. However, as long as it can cause some trouble to the demon royal family, he would be happy to see it happen.

"Is there no one? Then I'll do it."

Just as the envoys of the hundreds of tribes lost their voices, a calm voice sounded, everyone's eyes moved, and a young man in green walked out, with a handsome face, quiet and peaceful.

"Cangming!"

Seeing the person who walked out, Xuan Ling's expression slightly condensed, and he was in trouble.

The Xiaoyue Royal Family is a big clan that loses to the Tianpeng clan, and is even comparable to the royal clan. The difference is that compared with the Tianpeng clan, the Xiaoyue Royal Family is very low-key and rarely appears in front of people.

However, no one can defeat the power of the Xiaoyue Royal Family, especially the young master of the contemporary Xiaoyue Royal Family, is even more unfathomable and has never been defeated for hundreds of years.

Seeing the descendants of the Xiaoyue Royal Clan come out, the hearts of the envoys of the hundred clans are turbulent. If it were the Xiaoyue clan, they might be able to defeat the prince and daughter of the Heavenly Demon clan.

"Seventh Prince, how do you ask me how?"

Cangming looked at Xuan Ling in front of the princes and spoke.

After a word fell, everyone present was shocked. Challenge the crown prince of the royal family? Is this descendant of the Xiaoyue royal family crazy?

The three princes of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, the eldest prince Xuanzhen, and the third prince Xuanqing have entered the kingdom for many years, and their strength is immeasurable. Even the seventh prince Xuanling, who has been practicing for the shortest years, has a cultivation level that is infinitely close to the kingdom realm. With the powerful physical strength of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, even the kings of other clans must avoid their edge.

In front of the princes and daughters, Xuan Ling quietly looked at the young master of the Xiaoyue Royal Clan in front of him. After a moment, he spoke, "I am happy to accompany you."

"Are you going to add some lottery?" Cangming said calmly.

"Ask." Xuan Ling said lightly.

"Since it's just a competition, there is no need to bet too much. What about the 100,000 Immortal Jade?" Cang Ming said.

After the words came, the envoys of hundreds of tribes were shocked again, 100,000 immortal jades, are they crazy?

The immortal jade is precious and cannot be renewed. Even the royal family cannot have too many storages. The young master of the Xiaoyue clan is so generous, is it really so confident in his own strength?

"Can!"

Xuan Ling nodded slightly, and without hesitation, he responded directly.

"Please be sure of the Demon Emperor!"

Seeing Xuan Ling agreeing, Cangming looked at the three people in the Three Emperors' Hall and said respectfully.

"allow!"

In front of Kunyihuang Palace, a majestic voice came down and said calmly.

In front of the Eight Desolate Emperor Palace, the Eight Desolate Demon Emperor raised his hand, and the small world appeared, and the Thousand Miles of Desert appeared above the void, providing a battlefield for the two of them.

Raising your hand opens the sky, the amazing ability of everyone present shocks everyone. The way of the emperor is no longer described in words.

At the nine thousand stone steps, Xuan Ling and Cangming stepped on their feet at the same time, jumped up and rushed towards the sky.

Over the thousands of miles of desert, the two figures flew into the sandstorm, and their expressions were condensed.

"please!"

Without further ado, after the greetings, the two of them moved at the same time, thundering and colliding with a loud bang.

As soon as they fought, it became hot and the two figures kept intertwining, and the war was smoke and smoke.

The two men who are not kings, but who are comparable to kings, are thundering and roaring, and are fast and quickly and quickly fall into destruction.

Below, the envoys of the Hundred Tribes watched the fierce battle above, and their hearts were constantly surging. Is this the strength of the descendants of the Xiaoyue Royal Clan?

"Siyalang's roaring moon"

When they fought, Cangming shouted softly, his true energy rushed to the sky, and a black danced wildly. Behind him, the true appearance appeared, and a huge phantom of the sky appeared, and a long roar was raised to the sky.

In an instant, the whole world was filled with wild shatters, the wind roared and thundered, and the terrifying impact force exploded and spread rapidly.

Seeing this, Xuan Ling's expression slightly condensed. He took one step forward and the majesty of a thousand-foot demon body appeared in the world. He punched out, which was extremely powerful.

The collision of two moves, and a violent collision that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the sand waves rolled the sky.

The aftermath of the sky-booming move dissipated, and an astonishing scene appeared in front of everyone. Among the two confronted each other, the blood flowers on Xuan Ling's chest gradually appeared, which was extremely dazzling.

Below, everyone was in an uproar. No one expected that the seventh prince of the Demon Royal Family would be at a disadvantage.

"Brother, will Lao Qi lose?"

The princes and daughters were in front of each other, and the fifth prince showed a deep expression and said in a voice.

"No, you can't lose!"

Xuan Zhen replied coldly, as the prince of the royal family, he must not lose to the foreign race. No matter what the reason is, Xuan Ling must have had this enlightenment.

Not far away, Xuan Yue's expression became solemn. She didn't expect that the Seventh Emperor would fall into decline. Is the young master of the Xiaoyue Royal Clan so powerful?

Just as everyone was amazed at the bottom of the battle, the two of them fought again over the thousands of miles of desert, and the roaring waves continued to surge, making the power even more terrifying.

Cangming was surrounded by the faint wolf fire. Every move and move had the ability to tear the sky, and even the body of the demon royal family could not resist it.

After fighting for more than ten moves, Xuan Ling's body was getting more and more scars. Facing Cangming's storm-like attack, the situation became more and more dangerous.

"Cover Yunshou!"

The palms were intersected again, Xuan Ling inherited a hard palm, condensed the energy with his right hand, and a move that shook the sky and the earth fell on the former's chest.

Cangming was beyond his imagination to fight for his life, so he stepped forward with one palm and retreated several steps.

The blood sprinkled red in the blue battle clothes, Cangming's expression became slightly solemn. As expected, there was no Yi person to be with the prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family.

Opposite, Xuan Ling, who had a hard palm, was shocked by the true energy around her body. The unyielding war soul would never allow him to be defeated by foreign tribes.

Below, Ning Chen watched the two fights, and a color flashed in his eyes. It was no coincidence that the power of the Demon Royal Family was powerful.

Xuan Ling's strength is obviously different from that of the young master of the Xiaoyue Clan, but Xuan Ling will not lose this battle.

With glory in mind, no matter how you live or die, if all the warriors of the Demon Royal Family have such a war soul, the future war between the human race and the Demon Clan will be extremely difficult.

On the desert of thousands of miles, the battle between the two was at its peak. The battle soul, which was not willing to be alive, was burning as dazzling as the scorching sun.

Cangming's expression became more and more serious, and the situation of absolute suppression was gradually flattened.

The fist intertwined and magnificent. The two of them were punched together, and blood was sprinkled, which was extremely sad and beautiful.

The accumulated injuries made the body of the two more messy, but the two were completely unconscious, and the blood was flowing and the attack was also constant.

"Father!"
To be continued...