Everlasting Dragon Emperor

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Roar!

Nine Dragons roared, Long Wei filled, Nine Claws stepped into the air, and slaughtered towards Ao.

Ao Tu also followed the roar, overcoming the fear in his heart and rushed towards the landing.

A dragon and a dragon were killed together on the battle platform.

Ao Tu has brought the metallic artistic conception to the extreme. His metallic artistic conception is absolutely equivalent to the level of level four. His body is as hard as gold and iron, and the dragon claws are made of dark gold. It is extremely hard and unbreakable.

Every move has terrible power.

And Lu Ming, the four artistic conceptions around, fuse together, the power is equally terrible.

At the same time, Lu Ming exploded four dragon forces, running the prison prison power, and every inch of his muscles could explode the power of the prison prison power.

Every muscle in his body bounced at random, and the power was extremely terrible, and every claw out had the power to suppress all.

Rumble!

The two dragons are entangled, bombarded continuously, and extremely barbaric. It makes people seem to have come to the ancient times.

Boom!

There are nine claws in Kowloon, and Ao Tu can't stop them at all. His body was caught by the dragon claws of Kowloon, struggling to tear, and suddenly scales flew, tearing a large chunk of flesh and blood.

Ao Tu took pain and fought back, tearing a piece off of Jiulong, but his dragon claws almost broke.

boom!

The body of Jiulong seemed to be extremely heavy, pressing on Ao Tu, causing him to hit the battle platform heavily, making a crackling sound of bone fracture.

The two tumbling, fighting dozens of moves, Lu Ming more and more courageous, gradually gaining the upper hand.

After all, Ao Tu was influenced by the breath of Kowloon. He was afraid, and the more he fought, the stronger the fear.

The heart is already afraid, how is Lu Ming's opponent?

puff!

Blood splattered, Ao Tu screamed, his body was torn apart by Jiulong Jiulong, he struggled, and finally escaped, but left a large piece of dragon meat, bloody.

"It contains Jiaolong meat with 70% concentration of true dragon, good stuff, keep barbecue!"

In the mouth of Jiulong, Lu Ming's voice was heard, and then the piece of dragon meat disappeared.

"Lu Ming, that's a good thing, leave me a copy later!"

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

Ao Tu almost exploded his lungs.

I can't wait to swallow Lu Ming and Fatty.

"Fat guys, too few, these are mine, wait for me to do more!"

Lu Ming yelled, and went towards Ao Tu to fight.

"Ah, I admit defeat!"

Ao Tu shouted suddenly, very unwilling.

He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose. Most of them would have to pay more for the dragon meat.

"Confessed?"

Lu Ming stopped silently and re-formed into a human form. It was a pity that his eyes moved around Ao Tu.

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

He was not seriously injured, but his face was uglier than he was seriously injured.

In this battle, he fought too much.

The dragon of luck above Lu Ming's head swallowed 90% of the dragon of luck on Ao Tu, and soared again, surpassing two hundred feet and approaching three hundred feet.

Such a huge dragon of luck is rare in ancient times.

Lu Mingfei got onto the stands.

"Fat man, it's a pity that this guy confessed early and lost your share!"

Lu Ming sighed.

"Damn, no, we share the same piece!"

The fat man shouted.

Ao Tu, who was flying to the stands, shuddered and almost fell off the battle platform.

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

That Jiaolong Supreme, whose face was not as good as Ao Tu, was black like black charcoal.

In this battle, Lu Ming finally won, which shocked many people.

In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.

Next is the battle between Emperor God and Blood Sword One. The winner will fight Lu Ming in the final battle.

Most people think that Emperor God and Blood Sword One must have won the Emperor God.

So in the end, it will be a battle between Lu Ming and Emperor God, which is interesting.

The gleaming light enveloped the Emperor God and Blood Sword One.

The two flew onto the battle platform.

"You and me, do we need to fight again?"

Emperor God's indifferent opening.

Many people jumped in their hearts and listened to the tone of the Emperor God. Have they ever fought against the Blood Sword before? But never heard such rumors.

"Three battles a year ago, I lost, but now, not necessarily!"

Blood Sword was filled with amazing blood, and his eyes became red like blood diamonds.

Everyone was shocked. Emperor God and Blood Sword Yi actually fought three years ago. Depending on the situation, Blood Sword should have failed.

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

Emperor God's voice came out, showing strong self-confidence.

"I will know after the battle!"

Blood Sword drank a lot, stepped out, and a terrible sword power broke out from his body.

This is the mood of the sword.

Blood Sword stepped forward, the sword intention permeated.

Keng!

On the Emperor God, the sound of swords also came out, and at the next moment, there was also a powerful sword power that burst out.

It is also the artistic conception of the sword!

Emperor God and Blood Sword, one or two, actually realized the concept of the sword.

bump! bump!

Both of them are stepping on, and as the steps step out, the sword intention soars.

Keng! Keng! ...

The sword intentions of the two men crossed the void for dozens of miles, and they confronted each other in the void. In the air between the two, roars and swords were constantly erupting, and Mars was shining.

Everyone's face was dignified. This kind of swordsmanship was terrible. The two hadn't done it yet. Only the overflowing swordmanship could easily kill the powerful seven-layered strongman.

call out! call out!

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

when!

The two sword lights clashed in the air, making a roar, and the sword gas was shining. The two sword lights flew back with one blow, and then they blasted together again.

when! when! ...

In a flash, the two had dozens of moves.

Some of them are low, and they can't see the two of them at all. They can only see two sword lights confronting each other in the air.

A golden sword light, a blood red sword light.

But at this time, the golden light sword light skyrocketed, flying the blood red sword light out.

"Emperor God, the eighth peak of the spirit fetus, the blood sword one, and the eighth stage of the spirit fetus!"

With a move in Lu Ming's heart, he saw the cultivation behavior of the two.

Moreover, the artistic conception of the swords of the two people has reached level four, which is the collision of the artistic conception of level four swords. However, it is clear that Emperor Shen Xiu took the lead and beat back the blood sword.

The blood-red sword light flew back, and Blood Jianyi's figure emerged.

At this time, the blood of his body became more and more radiant.

"Blood sword, unsheathed!"

Blood Sword squeezed his fingers with one hand, waved his hand, and suddenly a blood-red war sword flew out of his eyebrows. When this war sword flew out, it turned into a giant of more than ten meters. Amazingly, when this war After the sword became larger, it was actually divided into two, divided into four, and finally turned into sixteen blood-red war swords, flying around the blood sword.

"kill!"

The blood sword swallowed, the sword waved, and the sixteen war swords flew into sixteen sword lights, assassinating the emperor god.

The most terrifying thing is not the sixteen war swords, but the excitement of the sword during the flying of the war swords.