Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

"Eighteen riders of Yanyun!"

Staring at the eighteen knights blocking the road in front of him, Ming Yongheng's pupils shrank sharply, giving birth to a touch of fear.

As a hostile party, the Sacred Heart Clan has conducted a detailed investigation of the Ming Dynasty of Great Qin, including the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun, which is a special army that has existed in Great Qin for the longest time.

Although there are only eighteen cavalry, they are better than thousands of troops.

It is also the most terrifying enemy.

"Young Master, their cultivation levels are not low, they have all reached the peak of Immortal Kings!"

The gray-robed figure following Ming Yongyong observed carefully for a moment, his eyes were solemn, and he secretly transmitted a message.

"There is no Immortal Emperor?"

After Ming Yongheng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and ordered displeasedly: "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you kill them? You don't have any eyesight at all!"

Upon hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across the face of the gray-robed figure, but due to his identity, he did not say anything and walked towards Yanyun Shibaqi.

When he turned his back to Ming Eternal, he touched the word "Slave" on his forehead, his expression looked a little ferocious.

Then, he took out a sword, which was not high-level, only reaching level seven.

It is obviously not in line with the status of a powerful Immortal Emperor.

"Everyone, how about letting us pass?"

The gray-robed figure asked in a deep voice, his voice harsh, like two pieces of metal rubbing against each other.

He did not attack rashly because he knew that Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry was an army that could strengthen the military formation and unleash the strength to leapfrog the enemy's ranks.

If it were at his peak, he wouldn't be afraid.

But since he became a slave of the Sacred Heart Clan, he has no chance to practice.

Because his cultivation reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm, the Sacred Heart Clan was afraid that he would break through the Immortal Emperor Realm and break the Slave Curse, so he never practiced again, causing his strength to decline.

Coupled with the lack of weapons at hand, the combat effectiveness is severely reduced.

"kill!"

The leader of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun shook his head indifferently, with a terrifying light blooming in his eyes. He raised the scimitar in his hand high, and the cold light flashed, lighting up the starry sky.

boom!

Eighteen scimitars pointed at nothing!

The peak momentum of the Eighteen Immortal Kings soared into the sky, forming a military formation and tearing apart the world.

Immediately, the strength of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry soared, increasing dozens of times. They all broke through the Immortal Emperor Realm, and their momentum surged, crushing large swaths of the starry sky.

"cut!"

The leader of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry shouted loudly, and the eighteen scimitars slashed down at the same time, shooting out streams of crescent sword energy, lingering with blood, sealing the world in all directions, and the universe was thousands of miles away.

From a distance, it looked like an eighteenth round blood moon falling, destroying everything, and the sound was terrifying.

"really!"

The figure in gray robe whispered, without flinching, and the light of absorption bloomed in his cloudy eyes.

He clenched the sword hard, and his momentum suddenly changed, as if he had changed into a different person. His body and the sword blended together, and they were extremely sharp, making the world tremble and the sun and moon eclipse.

"cut!"

The figure in gray robe roared angrily, his hair flying, and the way of the sword flew across the sky, slashing out with unparalleled sword energy.

At the moment when the sword was drawn, the starry sky behind him distorted, and a brilliant sword energy appeared, which seemed to be composed of thousands of stars, destroying countless worlds.

This sword dares to make the sun and moon dim.

Clang!

The sky was filled with harsh and harsh sounds, and the immeasurable sword light spread, affecting thousands of stars. But where the two men fought, the starry sky was completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.

"very scary!"

Ming Yongheng's expression changed drastically. He swallowed, turned around and ran away. His immortal energy reached its peak, turning into a stream of light and flying into the distance.

"Want to run?"

In the unknown void, a whisper sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a mysterious force spread, sealing the void, forming a prison without borders.

"Brothers, charge!"

On the battlefield, the leader of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry shouted loudly, pulled the reins hard with his left hand, and the war horse, which had reached the Immortal King Realm, jumped into the air and launched a charge.

Boom!

The sound of horse hooves is like thunder.

Although there were only eighteen riders, the momentum generated was like thousands of troops charging forward, turning into a torrent of steel, fighting and fighting, swallowing thousands of miles.

Wherever it passes, everything stops.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, it will be overwhelmed, the sky will collapse and the earth will be destroyed, destroying everything.

"It's worth it to have a good fight at the end of your life!"

The gray-robed figure looked solemn. He touched his forehead with his left hand and used a little force to tear off the flesh and blood with the word "slave" on it. The blood dripped and dyed his body red.

boom!

As if the restraints were released, an even more terrifying aura burst out from his body.

He waved his sword quickly!

The sword shines brilliantly.

A long river of sword energy formed, so mighty and mighty that it submerged everything.

Boom!

In the next breath, the attacks from both sides collided fiercely. The war horse stepped forward with its front hooves, and then fell heavily, crushing countless strands of sword energy.

The charge is unstoppable!

The Eighteen Cavalrymen of Yanyun are like the supreme heavenly soldiers, piercing the long river of sword energy.

"cut!"

The leader of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry shouted loudly, swung his crescent moon sword, jumped over the gray-robed figure, the sword's light flashed, and cut off a big head.

Blood surges to the sky!

A headless corpse fell.

The violent wind blew up his gray robe, revealing his body full of scars, telling the story of his past glory.

A generation of swordsmen fell like this!

"drive!"

The sound of horse hooves faded.

Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry also went further and further away.

They did not stop, because conquerors never stop for the scenery they have traveled through.

Not far away, Ming Yongheng was still trying to escape with all his strength.

After running away for a while, he seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly stopped and looked around in panic and despair.

"Still in the same place!"

Fate whispered, and he found that he had escaped for a long time and was still spinning in circles.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, and became louder and louder, like the beating of ten thousand drums, like thunder from the sky, and like the roar of death.

"No, don't kill me, I surrender."

Ming Yongheng's face instantly turned pale, he turned around hastily, knelt on the ground spinelessly and shouted: "I am willing to trade the inheritance and wealth of the Sacred Heart Clan for my life!"

A gust of wind struck, and Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry arrived in front of Ming Yongheng. Endless murderous aura enveloped the surrounding star field.

Ming Yongheng did not dare to raise his head, his legs were trembling, and he was extremely frightened.

"just you?"

"Still want to marry Mr. Cai?"

After a moment, a cold voice sounded, without any emotion.

Ming Yongheng's heart trembled. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a chill on his neck, and then the world began to spin. First he saw his body kneeling in the starry sky, and then he saw Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry wielding a sword.

"Am I dead?"

"But I don't want to die yet."

The colorful world in Ming Eternal's eyes is quickly becoming gray until it is completely swallowed by darkness.

He is a timid person who is afraid of death.

Therefore, at the last moment of his life, he still doubted death.

Don’t want to die!

This is not only his, but also every living being's attitude towards life and death.

But in this world of martial arts where the jungle prevails, death is too common. Countless warriors have proven their way, but how many can reach the top?

The leader of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry leaned down, took off the ring from Ming Yongheng's hand, then galloped towards the seventh heaven with his horse and whip raised.

After they left, two people left in the darkness and void.

One of them is Mencius!

The other person is the Demon King Jin Can!

Obviously, for the inheritance of the Sacred Heart Clan, the Ten Thousand Races Hall was also prepared, but it just failed.