A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Great scripture!

A slave asked the emperor for scriptures from the emperor!

The Flame Emperor's face turned pale.

He wanted to be angry and smash the head of the lowly servant in front of him with a flaming halberd like he killed Qingyan, turning it into a ball of blood and exploding.

However, he didn't dare.

Unless you don't want to, you really can't beat him.

Following the silence of the Flame Emperor, little bits of blood bloomed around him, and the atmosphere around him gradually became colder, icy and freezing, and the thick and smelly smell of blood almost drowned the entire Pink Imperial Palace.

The murderous intention has almost become a fact.

"You can't kill me."

"The Blood River King."

The Flame Emperor's breathing was a little difficult, and he tried his best to make a mocking and contemptuous expression, saying disdainfully: "I have the protection of my father, you are just a lowly slave, you can't kill me!"

"Do you think you are Cang Kong?"

"Just a slave!"

After hearing this, the surrounding Demon Mountain and other slave clan strong men lowered their heads again.

The emperor's son will not die at the hands of those who are not the emperor's son.

This is the way of the Jiao Nether Realm.

It is not a matter of laws and regulations, but a terrifying force that suppresses everything. Creatures below the Great Emperor cannot resist at all.

"I know."

"Firestream, this is not a secret."

Jiang Ding's expression was calm. He had completely pulled out the bloody sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground. He said calmly: "I came here and I was ready for everything."

"Or, get the Great Emperor's Scripture."

"Or, please let me see the emperor's methods above the king's level."

"In this way, you can die without regrets."

Keng!

The bloody long sword groaned softly and turned into a beam of light in the blood-filled sky.

This beam of light separated the sky and the earth, and the sea of ​​clouds. The sky light and the sword light met in an instant, forming a bright point.

At that point, it was the Emperor of Flame Style whose soul was tense at all times.

The sword really fell.

"Blood River King, how dare you!"

The Emperor Yanliu was shocked and angry.

It seemed that until this moment, he had a sure chance of victory, and believed that it was impossible for any slave king to actually take action against him, and that at most he would only force him into the palace.

Because in his past life, let alone seeing such a thing, he had never even heard of it.

It completely broke through his three views.

However, at this time, the cold and bloody killing intent fell like a tide, but there was nothing false about it.

This slave really wants to kill him!

"King of Blood River, you are seeking death!"

The Flame Emperor's Son looked up to the sky and roared.

The blood energy all over his body burned like an oven, sweeping away the previous decadence and dullness, and his body quickly expanded to the size of a hundred feet, with dark scales and thick armor.

The ten-foot-long unbreakable chaotic space around him buzzed and rotated, and the infinite flame power between heaven and earth gathered here, pouring into the prototype of the immortal flame euphorbia imperial weapon.

In the sky, a flaming sun appeared!

Inexplicable pressure appeared between heaven and earth, making people afraid to look directly, as if they were seeing the son of heaven and earth.

"kill!"

The muscles under the flame emperor's scales were knotted, and he held the flaming halberd high, as if he was holding up a flaming sky and earth, and smashed it downwards.

Click~

Inexplicably, a clear sound sounded between his muscles and bones, as if something had broken free.

The power of the Flame Euphorbia has once again increased!

Emperor Yanliu seems to have some enlightenment.

If the emperor's son of the imperial clan is not naturally strong, he must fight on the battlefield and fight back in bloody battles, so that he can break through with such strength. Like the so-called sparring in the past, defeating the king of the slave clan is simply a play and worthless.

Infinite confidence instantly arose in the heart of the Flame Emperor's son, and his eyes gradually became crazy.

Then, it turned into panic.

Keng!

The bloody sword fell.

The bloody sword light and the flaming halberd intertwined in an instant, and the blood sword struck at the hundred-foot giant holding the flaming sky and earth, as if the gods in myth were fighting.

Comparing the two, the blood-colored long sword is far inferior to the flaming halberd in terms of breath, just like the difference between ordinary iron and divine weapons, clouds and mud.

Ding!

A handful of bright sparks bloomed, and a sharp and harsh sound pierced the sky for tens of thousands of miles.

This blood-colored sword could easily cut through the flame world held up by the Flame Emperor's arms!

She cut through the flame world, and then struck at the prototype of the emperor's flaming halberd. Among the sparks, she lightly lifted the blood-colored sword edge, and with the sword skill of four or two thousand catties, she easily flew away the flaming halberd, which was as heavy as the sea. out.

Then, the blood-colored sword light struck the flame stream emperor's ten-foot-long unbreakable chaotic space head-on.

boom!

The Flame Emperor's son vomited blood and fell back.

His ten-foot-long unbreakable chaotic space was shattered and healed. He was frantically trying to exert his strength, but he couldn't stop the long sword from slashing down.

The flesh and blood on his body were constantly torn and broken, and the clicking sounds of broken tendons were endless.

boom!

The Flame Emperor's son was hit hard to the ground, hitting the ground dozens of feet, sinking deeply into it, and his aura was extremely weakened.

"Flame Stream,"

"You seem to have a breakthrough?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "It's just that he is still too weak, not even as good as King Chenshan."

"After all, he is a weakling."

"Blood River King!"

"You damn bitch!"

"I don't believe you can do anything to me."

The Flame Emperor's son went crazy.

He had never encountered such a setback, let alone the setback brought to him by a lowly slave, and his eyes turned blood red.

"Come, kill me!"

"I can't believe it alone..."

"good!"

Keng!

Another sword roar!

The blood-colored long sword fell from the sky, slashing and slashing at the flame flow emperor's son in the pit.

boom!

With the first sound, the ten-foot-long chaotic space shattered, exposing the bloody body inside.

call out!

Then there was the second sound. Not only did the speed of the bloody sword light not slow down, but it went even faster, turned into light, and cut off the throat of the Flame Emperor's son with a crisp click sound!

The bloody sword-edge showed no interest in the strong neck bone and rushed madly into the flame-burning brain of the Flame Emperor's son.

She wants to kill everything and destroy everything!

"stop!"

"No! Blood River King, don't do it..."

Seeing this scene, King Shenshan and the Demon Mountain went crazy. They burned their essence and blood, burned their souls, broke free from their restraints, and rushed towards here crazily.

However,

No matter how fast they are, how can they compare to swords?

The bloody long sword not only did not let go, but became more decisive and faster, stabbing into the brain of the Flame Emperor's son, trying to turn him into a ball of waste without any vitality.

"No!"

Boundless fear and boundless coldness enveloped the Flame Emperor.

At this moment, he was frightened, helpless, and scared.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he was so weak that he could not face life and death.

"Rare..."

"Spare your life!"

The Flame Emperor's son struggled and begged, no longer crazily begging for death.

This is not a word, but a subtle begging for mercy coming from the soul. It is so subtle that you will miss it if you are not paying attention.

Then Jiang Ding heard it.

The bloody sword stopped.

She stopped and stayed in the throat of the Flame Emperor's son. The tip of the sword had already pierced the membrane of the brain and was about to pierce the tofu-like body.

The bloody sword stopped accurately.

"Flame, look,"

"Isn't this great?"

The murderous intent and coldness on Jiang Ding's face softened a little, and he said quietly: "It's just a kid, bragging in front of me that he has no fear of life or death, no fear."

"Are you worthy?"

"ridiculous!"