Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Above the sky.

The bloody sword of destiny has become extremely thin.

Killing the Luck Golden Dragon will consume a huge amount of energy. With Zhang Sanfeng's current cultivation level, he can only wield seven swords at most.

Ditian raised his head and looked at the bloody knife of destiny without saying a word.

The powerful men in the world looked at the literary world intently and remained silent.

The entire world seems to have lost its voice at this moment.

In the Great Thousand World of Tai Xuantian, Zhang Sanfeng was sweating profusely. He looked at the wailing and struggling Golden Dragon of Fortune in the literary world with a solemn expression, preparing to cut off the last sword.

If possible, he wants to behead the dragon!

But the luck in the literary world is comparable to that of the Ming Dynasty. Even if he is a ninth-level destiny master, he cannot use the luck of the Immortal Court to reverse the luck of the Ming Dynasty.

"With this sword, cut off the dragon's horn!"

Under the Taoist platform, Qin Wudao saw Zhang Sanfeng's hesitation and ordered solemnly.

Dragon horn!

Represents the identity and status of the dragon clan.

Although the Luck Golden Dragon is not a real dragon, its meaning is the same.

"As you command!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were slightly bright, and his sharp energy flashed. He controlled the blood-colored sword of luck and slashed towards the horn of the golden dragon of luck in the literary world.

This knife will cut off the dignity of the literary world!

"No!"

The founders of poetry, poetry, painting and other high-level literary circles collapsed and knelt on the ground helplessly, with tears streaming down their faces and shouts of despair.

What is a lucky golden dragon without its horns?

I'm afraid it's really like a loach!

The author made a clicking sound with his fists and closed his eyes, unable to bear to see the next scene.

shame!

What a shame!

A dignified literary world, in charge of the cultural context of all heavens and worlds.

Now, he is being wantonly humiliated by the forces in the lower world.

He is ashamed of his ancestors!

"Roar~"

With a dragon's cry.

The blood-colored sword of destiny cut off the dragon's horn, turned into light spots all over the sky, and disappeared.

The golden dragon of luck huddled in the broken sea of ​​luck, its eyes were lifeless and motionless, as if it was dead.

"Brother Wen, please forgive me!"

Ditian stepped forward, patted the text master on the shoulder, and left with the senior officials of the 'Ten Thousand Races Hall'.

If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?

He was worried that the author would be so angry that he would drag him to attack Da Qin Xianting in a frantic manner.

This way.

Did he refuse?

Or agree?

The result was naturally rejection!

Judging from the actual situation, the karma-ridden races in the heavens do not yet have the confidence to launch a large-scale war against the human race.

"ally?"

"This is an ally?"

Regarding Di Tian's departure, the author did not stop him and smiled disdainfully.

Then, he shook his sleeves fiercely and walked towards the courtyard at the top of Wenshan Mountain. Endless literary energy burst out from his body. There was no so-called awe-inspiring righteousness, only the power of evil writing.

Senior officials in the literary world looked at each other and followed behind.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, and that is revenge!

If this hatred is not avenged, how can the literary world gain a foothold in the world?

but.

Compared to the sadness and indignation of the literary world, there is a large group of people who are extremely happy.

They are the vassal forces of the literary world!

Especially in the seventh heaven, among the three thousand vassal forces in the literary world, at least more than two hundred and five hundred forces broke out in civil strife at the same time.

When the literary world is strong, it greatly enhances the power of the vassal power of civil servants, resulting in a situation where the ministers are strong and the king is weak.

Now, the luck of the literary world has been cut off, and all face has been lost. The situation of all the vassal forces has been reversed in an instant. Those kings who have been out of power for a long time immediately seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

One after another, vassal forces broke away from the literary world and declared independence.

The luck of the literary world was once again affected, evaporating 10%.

After learning that the vassal forces they once looked down upon became independent, the senior officials in the literary world were angry and angry, but there was nothing they could do.

"Seven swords fell, killing 70% of the luck of the literary world!"

"If the spell caster were stronger, I'm afraid the dragon of luck in the literary world would be beheaded directly!"

"Such magical powers are so terrifying."

The powerful men in all the worlds, seeing the tragic situation of the lucky golden dragon in the literary world, all took a breath of cold air, filled with fear and fear.

Luck Golden Dragon!

That is the basis for the existence of all forces!

If a force loses its luck, it will definitely decline and be destroyed!

But now, they have no information about the spell caster.

This made them even more uneasy.

The unknown is often the scariest thing.

Taixuantian Great Thousand Worlds.

"His Majesty!"

Zhang Sanfeng took back the 'Dragon Slaying Formation', jumped off the high platform, and said extremely weakly.

"Thank you for your hard work, dear, go down and rest!"

Qin Wudao said calmly, but deep down in his heart, he was still somewhat shocked.

He did not expect that the 'Dragon-Slaying Formation' was so powerful that it could kill 70% of the literary world's luck and severely damage the golden dragon of luck even though it was separated by a layer of sky.

Not only him, Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Yu Qian, Zhao Yun, Bai Qi and other civil and military ministers were also in panic at this moment, and had a deeper understanding of Zhang Sanfeng's power.

Ninth level destiny master!

It's so powerful!

"As you command!"

Zhang Sanfeng handed over his hand again and was about to go down to rest. At this moment, a fairy light flew over and it was Luo Yan.

He first saluted Qin Wudao, and then helped Zhang Sanfeng leave.

Along the way.

She chattered non-stop.

"Master, you don't know, you were so handsome just now. If you were younger, I don't know how many girls you would attract!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "."

Am I very old now?

"By the way, master, are you performing Taoist magic? When you recover, can you teach me!"

"This works!"

In the distance, Zhang Sanfeng's voice came.

"His Majesty!"

After Zhang Sanfeng left, Zhuge Liang said in a solemn voice: "The leader of the literary world is narrow-minded. He has suffered a big loss this time and will definitely not let it go!"

His worries are not unreasonable.

In order to avenge the Holy Son, he planned for three hundred years and sent his ancestors and eighteen elders to take action.

This time the luck of the literary world was cut off, and I didn't know that I was going to do something crazy like He et al.

When Qin Wudao heard this, the smile on his face faded, his eyes were domineering, and he said coldly: "Since they dare to come, don't go back!"

The voice was full of confidence.

Today’s Great Qin Heavenly Court is no longer the Great Qin Heavenly Court three hundred years ago!

Among the Twelve Golden Men, there are the Space Golden Man and the Time Golden Man. Unless the literary world mobilizes in full force, they will not be able to penetrate into the belly of the Great Qin Immortal Court.

Even if Da Qin can't defeat it, let's delay it for a while!

In just half an hour, the top brass of the human race will arrive.

In a word.

Now the Great Qin Xianting has stood up!

"Ninth level destiny master!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

A voice of relief came from the Renzu Palace.

In the empty hall, Renzu was lying on a chair, with a slight smile on his old face.

Without sending anyone to investigate, he guessed that the force that was cutting the fate of the literary world was the Great Qin Immortal Court.

Only that little guy has such courage!

"Send an order for the ruthless Emperor to go to the Great Qin Immortal Court. There is no need to show his face, just protect him secretly!"

After a while, Renzu ordered.

As soon as the voice fell, a white light shot into the sky from a mountain peak in the distance and disappeared into the sky.

The faint ruthless principles float in the void.