Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

The master of Wen stood on the top of Wen Mountain, looked down, and found that the luck of all his disciples had been wiped out.

This made his face become extremely gloomy.

Wenshan has gathered all the elite disciples in the literary world. Now that their destiny has been destroyed, it will be difficult to achieve success in the future. This is equivalent to killing the future of the literary world!

"This move is very similar to the 'Dragon Slaying Technique'!"

Shi Zu walked forward, holding an eight-colored fruit bit on his head, and said solemnly.

"Dragon Slaying Technique!"

"Great Qin Xianting!"

Wen Zu took a deep breath and immediately suspected that it was Da Qin who did it, with endless murderous intent blooming in his eyes.

He did not expect that Da Qin Xianting's revenge would come so quickly, or in a tit-for-tat manner.

vicious!

Too vicious!

Above the void.

The two weapons of destiny are still fighting madly, and the violent force of destiny is overwhelming.

"Who did it?"

"Did that old guy break through?"

Di Tian controlled the Sword of Luck and resisted tenaciously, frowning and feeling tremendous pressure.

The old guy in his mouth.

He is the patriarch of the Tianji Clan. He broke through to the seventh level of the Destiny Master at the beginning of the Xinhuo Era. Now in the past era, it may not be impossible to break through.

But soon, Ditian rejected his speculation.

The Tianji clan cultivates by comprehending the secrets of heaven. They know astronomy and geography at a high level. They are good at Taoism and will not do such radical things.

Moreover, there is no conflict between the Tianji clan and the literary world. Even if there were, the character of the leader of the Tianji clan would not kill the golden dragon of luck in the literary world.

"Di Tian!"

The other side.

Da Qin Xianting, inside Qin Tian Prison.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly when he saw Di Tian's figure.

Although he is a ninth-level destiny master, one level higher than Di Tian, ​​but he is now fighting in a long-term battle, and the power of the Sword of Fate has been infinitely weakened, so it is really difficult to defeat Di Tian.

"Why did Di Tian get involved with the literary world?"

Qin Wudao's eyes narrowed and he ordered in a cold voice: "Jia Xu, go and investigate!"

"As you command!"

Jia Xu saluted and left in a hurry.

Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, Zhao Yun, Lu Bu and others looked at Zhang Sanfeng solemnly, with a hint of worry. Now that Emperor Tian is blocking it, can they still successfully slay the Golden Dragon of Luck in the literary world?

"Luohe Divine Book, come out!"

On the Taoist platform, Zhang Sanfeng thought, and the starry sky above his head split open, revealing an ancient book with bright divine light.

A long river of destiny flies out from unknown time and space, passing through the past, present, and future time and space.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, blessed the river of destiny, and continued fighting.

Suddenly, the power of the 'Dragon-Slaying Formation' above his head increased greatly, and the originally ordinary power of the principles of destiny took on a hint of detachment.

This is destiny!

destiny!

The power can only be understood by condensing the holy throne.

Above the ninth-level destiny master, there is the destiny master, who can control the power of destiny.

Whether it is the power of destiny, the energy of destiny, or the power of destiny, they are all just branches of the power of destiny.

The sky of literary world.

The blood-colored sword of destiny was blazing brightly, and a supreme power burst out, making the world tremble, and the infinite principles and laws surrendered.

"The power of destiny!"

As a destiny master, Di Tian was so familiar with the power of destiny that his pupils shrank and he screamed in fear.

The Sword of Fate, which was originally capable of fighting against all enemies, shattered in an instant, and the mighty power of fate crushed it down, causing the emperor to suffer backlash and spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"escape!"

His face turned pale, he no longer dared to stay in the sky, and fell to the ground without hesitation.

If he is hit by the power of fate, even just a little bit, his personal luck will be wiped out, and he will fall into the mortal world, never having the chance to attain enlightenment.

After no obstruction.

The blood-colored sword of luck slashed towards the golden dragon of luck in the literary world, moving forward like a broken bamboo.

The power of heaven and earth is in disorder.

It's like the end is coming.

The sea of ​​luck that had been accumulated in the literary world for countless years was cut off with a single sword, and the vast amount of luck evaporated out of thin air.

"No!"

This scene made the author's heart bleed.

But the scene that made him despair had just begun.

After cutting off the sea of ​​luck, the power of the luck sword remained undiminished, like a heavenly sword, slashing towards the luck golden dragon. The cold blade flashed, murderous aura and evil aura combined, like eternity.

"Roar~"

In the broken sea of ​​luck, the golden dragon of luck roared, and its voice was full of fear.

"cut!"

In Qintian Prison, Zhang Sanfeng's face turned slightly pale. He had just borrowed the power of the 'Luohe Divine Book' and almost hollowed out his body.

However, fortunately, we still won.

Next, it’s harvest time.

Clang!

The sound of sword clanging shocked the world.

The first sword fell and successfully chopped off the left forelimb of the Golden Dragon of Fortune in the literary world!

As a result, one-tenth of the fortune of the literary world has evaporated!

"Damn it!"

On the ground, Master Wen's face turned green with anger, and he roared viciously: "Great Qin Xianting, I will fight with you until death!"

The fate of the dignified literary world was actually cut into pieces by the forces from the lower world.

This hatred far exceeds the hatred of the Holy Son being killed!

This hatred far exceeds the hatred of Shu Zu’s murder!

This hatred far exceeds the dispute between orthodoxy!

"Da Qin!"

Not far away, Di Tian looked at the hysterical author, his body trembled, and his expression became extremely exciting.

Does Great Qin Xianting have such abilities?

"cut!"

In the distant world of Tai Xuantian, Zhang Sanfeng shouted loudly.

boom!

The second sword fell, cutting off the right forelimb of the golden dragon of luck in the literary world, and one-tenth of the luck evaporated again.

"cut!"

The third sword fell, cutting off the left hind limb of the Wenjie Qi Luck Golden Dragon.

"cut!"

The fourth sword cut off the right limb of the Qi Luck Golden Dragon.

"cut"

"Roar~"

In the broken sea of ​​luck, the golden dragon of luck howled, and its shrill voice spread throughout the world, attracting the attention of countless powerful people.

Many powerful people suddenly turned their heads and looked at the literary world.

Then, they were all silent, frightened, and afraid!

"The golden dragon of luck in the literary world was actually beheaded!"

A powerful Immortal Emperor swallowed his saliva and shouted in disbelief, his body trembling.

He has lived for countless years, and this is the first time he has seen the Golden Dragon of Luck beheaded!

How is this done?

"It's terrible!"

In the Buddhist world, in the peaceful Buddha light, the Lord Buddha was bathing in the sunshine, but felt that his whole body was chilling and losing his temperature.

He is scared!

"Send the order, quickly find out who is attacking the literary world!"

In the original world, the leaders of the top ten ethnic groups gave orders one after another with a fearful tone. They could directly kill the golden dragon of luck, which was much more terrifying than the 'Dragon Slaying Technique'.

Without detailed information, they are restless.

"A great change is imminent, and all kinds of monsters and monsters will appear!"

In the vast world of Liejintian, the War King said coldly, but in his eyes, a fiery light bloomed, shining brightly from ancient times to the present.

at the same time.

In the literary world, all the literati collapsed on the ground without any image, looking up at the sky blankly, their eyes dull.

They all have an illusion.

That means the sky is falling!

The mighty golden dragon of luck is now like a loach, its body twisting and turning, extremely funny and embarrassed.

All limbs were chopped off!

The dragon's tail has been chopped off!

Long Jin was picked!

Next, what else?