Soul Emperor Martial God

"Tell me, who is talking big now."

"And who is the chopstick?"

Wang Xinghe grasped the throat of the prince.

The eldest prince got his feet on the ground and couldn't avoid it.

And both hands, the arm that resisted just now, has broken.

The remaining arm angrily grabbed Wang Xinghe's wrist holding his throat.

However, this kind of resistance is obviously very weak.

The great prince, half-step celestial cultivation base, although he can easily burst out of strength above the celestial realm.

But Wang Xinghe is the Seventh Heavenly Powerhouse.

If it were the sixth celestial layer, the eldest prince might still have the power to fight, and even if he would eventually lose, he wouldn't have the power to resist in an instant like this.

It was really the Seventh Heavenly Pole, it was a strong man who had stepped into the late Heavenly Pole, and his strength was definitely not something the current great prince could contend.

"Who else can it be?" The eldest prince stared at Wang Xinghe coldly with a purple face.

"Naturally, the people from your royal family are chores."

"You're looking for death." Wang Xinghe already showed killing intent.

On the palm of the hand, an inexplicable momentum condenses, and then a palm shot.

A seemingly fluttering palm, but when it hits the prince, it instantly blasts the prince into flight.

Bang...

The feet of the eldest prince were still in the ground, and at this time, they were bombarded directly under this heavy palm.

The huge competition platform was dragged into a trail of nearly 100 meters.

When the figure of the eldest prince stopped, his feet were covered with blood and his bones were broken.

He was hit directly in the palm of his chest, and a sunken palm print appeared.

Puff puff…

The eldest prince was vomiting blood, his face pale.

It is not difficult to imagine that his internal organs must have been severely injured.

Counting the previous palm, this is the second palm played by Wang Xinghe.

At this time, the eldest prince was already seriously injured and no longer able to fight.

Whoosh... Wang Xinghe's figure flashed and appeared in front of the prince again.

A Baize's palm easily picked up the prince who fell helplessly on the ground.

"Huh?" Wang Xinghe frowned suddenly, "It seems that I was too hard with that palm."

"Beat you like a dead dog, can't you even speak?"

"Never mind." Wang Xinghe shook his head, "I can't speak, but he can still move."

"Kneel down and kowtow ten times in the direction of my king's family. How about I spare your life?"

Wang Xinghe, as if talking about the great gift of heaven.

Holding the hand of the prince in his hand, let go.

Snap, a soft sound.

The eldest prince fell feebly to the ground, breathing heavily.

Only one arm remained intact, struggling to get up.

Click...

A strong foot slammed on his arm, making a sound of broken bones.

"Forgot to tell you." Wang Xinghe looked at the prince at his feet contemptuously, "Dead dog, just lie on your stomach, no need to get up."

At the Wang Family's viewing stage, a group of warriors let out a joking smile.

On the spectator stand of Fengsha Temple, Li Fengxing narrowed his eyes, "This bastard."

"Quickly admit defeat." Sect Master Kuanglan shouted loudly.

On the martial arts stage, the eldest prince gritted his teeth and did not speak, but stared at Wang Xinghe fiercely.

"It seems that you are not obedient to such a cheap bone." Wang Xinghe did not care about the prince's gaze, but smiled contemptuously.

"Forget it, I am not interested in playing with you."

Wang Xinghe once again condensed momentum in his hands, staring at the eldest prince with sullen eyes.

"Remember, this is the cruel Middle Territory, not your comfortable and ordinary region."

"No matter what your status is, in Zhongyu, only strength is recognized."

"Oh, by the way, remember, you are just a dead dog in Zhongyu."

As the voice fell, Wang Xinghe slowly raised his hand.

On the spectator stand of the Wind Brake Temple, the Sect Master of Kuanglan shouted, "Asshole, stop me."

Sect Master violent instantly.

Pop, a strong arm caught him.

"Don't be impulsive." Li Fengxing said with an ugly face, "Competition on the day of the star change, forbid anyone to disturb."

"If you forcefully enter the field, you will be classified as disrupting the star swap day and you will be disqualified directly."

"This..." Sect Master Kuanglan gritted his teeth, his expression ugly.

On the competition stage, Wang Xinghe's palm had begun to fall.

This is his third palm.

The first palm directly defeated the eldest prince, without the strength to fight back.

The second palm directly caused the eldest prince to be seriously injured and no longer able to fight.

If this third palm really falls, the eldest prince will not die or be disabled.

At this moment, a graceful figure leapt onto the court.

A clear and sweet word resounded through the competition platform.

"The wind has stopped, the battle has ceased."

The curling sound of the piano turns into invisible forces, surging out.

Wang Xinghe's falling palm was instantly imprisoned.

Whoosh... Chu Rou flashed her body, and instantly came to the prince's side. With a wave of her big hand, a surging vitality wrapped the prince.

Then the figure flashed and went down to the competition stage.

As long as he left the competition platform, Wang Xinghe could no longer make a move.

"Want to run?" Wang Xinghe sneered.

The sound of the piano that originally imprisoned him was instantly blown away by him.

The figure flashed, and at an extremely fast speed, he caught up with Chu Rou in an instant.

"Want to get someone in front of this son? You are not qualified."

Wang Xinghe slapped out with a shocking momentum, and blasted straight towards Chu Rou.

The eldest prince could not catch a palm in Wang Xinghe's hand.

If Chu Rou was hit, the consequences are unpredictable.

Chu Rou's pupils shrank, and she clearly felt a fatal crisis from this palm.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air.

An ice-cold sword was able to stand in front of Chu Rou.

Boom... Wang Xinghe's palm hit the icy sword heavily, but it didn't help the sword.

Chu Rou behind the blade of the sharp sword was even more unscathed.

"It's you?" Wang Xinghe frowned and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

The person here is Xiao Yi.

"If you want to hurt people in front of me, you are not qualified." Xiao Yi's face was cold and his tone was cold.

"roll."

The sword body shook, instantly blasting Wang Xinghe back a hundred steps.

"Go down first." Xiao Yi looked at Chu Rou and said.

"Master Xie Xiaoyi." Chu Rou nodded and waved her big hand. Yuan Li wrapped her eldest prince again and stepped back from the competition stage.

A hundred steps away, Wang Xinghe glanced at the eldest prince Chu and Ruan who had stepped down, and ignored him.

Contemptuously stared at Xiao Yi.

"Your strength is good." Wang Xinghe spit out a few characters contemptuously.

"It's just a pity that we don't have a chance to shoot."

"Being on stage without authorization, disrupting the competition, should be immediately disqualified."

"Not bad." In the spectator stand, the Wang family warrior shouted violently.

"The day of the Star Swap is the biggest event in our Star Swap. It is forbidden for anyone to disturb the battle."

"According to the rules, this person should be immediately disqualified from the competition."

In the spectator stand, the ten referees thought for a while and nodded.

"So, according to the rules, stripped..." The ten judges just wanted to say something.

"Slow." Xiao Yi interrupted coldly, "I disrupted the battle? How can you judge?"

"Nonsense." The Wang family warrior said coldly, "There have been thousands of warriors in the audience, in your eyes, do you still want to deny it?"

On the spectator stand, Chu Rou sneered, "Are all the members of the Wang family pig-headed or blind?"

"Look at it clearly, it's me who disturbs the battle."

"Oh, by the way, even if I am deprived of my qualifications for the competition, I have a spot anyway, and I have no plans to compete."

"As for me." Xiao Yi looked at the Wang Family Martial Artist coldly, "I only saw someone wanting to shoot at my friend."

"You are arrogant words." Among the Wang family martial artists, an elder stood up angrily and shouted angrily.

"Why, do you have an opinion?" Xiao Yi looked at this warrior coldly.

"Of course..." The elder of the Wang family just wanted to say something.

But the words were not finished yet, a sharp sword had reached his throat.

"I'll let you say it again, do you have any comments?" Xiao Yi's face was cold, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring in his voice.

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