Supreme Martial Artist

"The devil's magic! You?"

Prince Cheng was surprised to see the demonic qi soaring to the sky at this time, and there was no demon owl that had any reservations.

Huh!

The Demon Owl did not talk nonsense with him, the blood sword volleyed, suddenly bursting out dazzling blood light, the appearance changed, the original ordinary blood sword is now majestic, like a dragon-like teeth and dancing claws, flying in the blood light, turning into A blood dragon.

The dragon is a hundred feet long, and the mighty **** is handsome, and the blood cloud rolls under it, stirring up the **** wind.

"Wow!"

The roar of the dragon rolled across the sky like thunder, the sky trembled, and the darkness obscured the sun.

Flying sand and rocks.

Thunder and lightning.

The Cheng prince looked frightened and backed away, blinking away from the kilometer.

"boom!"

The blood dragon opened his mouth, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the prince was instantly submerged.

at the same time.

A pair of crimson blood wings appeared behind the demon owl, and shot into the sea of ​​blood.

The terrifying impact sounded like a giant mountain collided.

However, the fierceness of the battle was only transmitted within the palace, an invisible and innocent barrier descended from the sky, and a dark figure stood proudly above the barrier, under the dark kerchief, a pair of eyes glowing.

at the same time.

Hundreds of figures appeared around the palace, surrounded by groups and together propped up the invisible barrier.

In the sea of ​​blood, the rumbling sound became more intense and rapid.

Hum!

A firelight appeared, dazzling and bright in the blood.

The blood boiled and evaporated in the flames.

In the monstrous demon aura, a scorching heat became more and more intense, at first it was just like a candlelight, and soon it started a prairie fire, the fire blazed into the sky, and the sea of ​​blood shrank.

A fiery red figure rushed out from the sea of ​​blood, and became a prince in flame armor, with a tongue of fire that was several feet long, burning everything in the void.

A world of fire appeared, burning everything and turning everything into ashes.

Demon Owl stood in a sea of ​​blood with awe-inspiring expression.

"It turned out to be you! The Devil! It has been thousands of years, and you are still alive. It is a pity that you have not become a god, and you have become so weak! It really disappoints this king!" Prince Cheng looked at the devil with regret.

"Humph!"

The demon owl didn't say a word, the waves in the sea of ​​blood were turbulent, and a blood whale condensed into it. Cameling him into the sea of ​​blood, it pressed away like a mountain.

Cheng prince snorted coldly, a huge flame sword appeared, and went to meet the demon owl...

...

"Smelly guy, don't be distracted. Even if you kill the sky outside, you can't let the Universe Pill fail!" In the alchemy room, Xuan Ling'er looked anxiously at Qin Fei, who was unstable.

Qin Fei frowned, not because he was distracted, but because the aftermath of the battle outside was too strong, and it had affected his alchemy.

Xuan Ling'er was protecting his body in a state of remnant soul, so that the aftermath could not affect him, but Xuan Ling'er's state at this time was very bad, and his soul was getting weaker and weaker. If this continues, it will not last long.

Qin Fei couldn't help. The pill was taking shape. Once he gave up, it would be a failure.

Wasting strange medicine is second, Xuan Ling'er's efforts were wasted.

...

Inside the imperial palace, there is a tall nine-story glazed tower. This is a forbidden area in the imperial palace. Only the emperor has been able to enter it through the ages.

At this time, on the top platform of the tower, Zhu Lijian frowned, looking at the direction of the palace, and saw the astronomical changes drastically there and the wind and clouds surging.

"Your Majesty! It's raining heavily on the top of the tower, why not go down and rest?" A bald old monk stood shoulder to shoulder with him, with white eyebrows drooping across his cheeks, no wrinkles on his face, and a ruddy complexion. He was wearing a gray monk robe, standing. There, the spring rain fell three inches above his head, automatically moving away, not even a single point.

Zhu Li looked at the top of his head, frowned, and smiled: "Master, what's the matter with the rain? With you, I'm not afraid of wind and rain!"

Indeed, there seemed to be an invisible shield around the two of them, resisting wind and rain.

The old monk glanced at him, and his voice was misty: "Your Majesty, will the empire really not be messed up by doing this?"

"No! Because of you!" Zhu Li smiled suddenly very relaxed.

"Hey..." The old monk sighed, and the top of the tower fell silent.

Zhu Li continued to look at the palace, frowning again, his thoughts drifting away...

There is an iron shop two streets outside the palace.

This is an ironware shop with five facades. It is the largest ironware shop in the imperial capital and has close cooperation with the military.

At this time, the gate of the iron shop was locked tightly, and people walked by from time to time on the street outside the door, with a look of alert.

A hurried big man came from the rain, his clothes had been wetted by the rain, clinging to his strong body, showing the bulging muscles inside, full of explosive power.

He walked towards the iron shop, and when he arrived at the door, the guarded people on the street suddenly looked at him, holding weapons in their hands, and a sluggish air spread across the street, and the rain from the sky seemed to be affected. Choking...

The strong murderous aura condensed and enveloped the big man, and everyone's eyes were full of murderous aura.

Several people flashed to stop the big man with sharp eyes and bursting shots. The knife in his hand has been pulled out.

The big man hurriedly stopped and took out a token from his arms. When the few people saw it, their expressions relaxed, and then they dispersed.

The murderous aura between heaven and earth disappeared immediately, the invisible aura was unlocked, and the spring rain was still falling, as if talking about the crisis in the rain.

The big man walked to the door of the iron shop and knocked lightly.

Creak...

The door opened a gap, revealing a dark face. Seeing the token in the hand of the big man, he nodded, then opened the door a little bit more and let the big man enter.

The big man walked into the door, wiped the raindrops from his eyes, rubbed the heels of his shoes on the ground, and followed the dark-faced man through the shop, walked into the back door, and came to the courtyard behind the shop.

I saw that the area of ​​the yard was very spacious, but at this time it was very crowded. There were people everywhere, and no one made a sound. He looked back at him.

The big man looked slightly surprised, and hurriedly shrank his body, not daring to hold his head up, because he knew that the people standing in this yard came from there, and he couldn't afford to be a little iron shop owner. .

The dark-faced man is about fifty years old, his eyes are shining, his steps are steady and powerful, and he has an overbearing aura from all over his body. Standing in the rain, his expression is as usual.

"Wow!"

Everyone in the courtyard dispersed automatically, leaving a passage for the dark-skinned man and the strong man to pass through.

The big man walked in the crowd, not daring to breathe, looking at the people with envy, thinking about when he could enter there and become a real member.

Passing through the passage, came to a wooden house, the dark-skinned man waved to him to stay, then walked forward and knocked on the wooden door gently.

"Come in!"

A low voice came out.

The dark-skinned man looked straight, his face was respectful, his waist was deeply bent, and then he stretched his hand to open the door and said to the inside: "Fort Lord! He is here!"

The big man secretly followed the door and looked inward, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he saw a half-old man sitting behind a low wooden table inside. His face was thin and his body was like a wood, but he was full of energy and special. It's the breath radiating from the body, which makes people afraid to look directly.

His eyes are full of admiration and scorching heat. This is the iron fort master he has admired for a long time. In the past six months, it is this fort master who has made the art of refining the world again!

The person sitting inside is the iron rod guest!

He looked at the big man outside the door, his frowning brows finally eased, and the iron rod in his hand was slightly loosened, and he said to the big man: "Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Fort Lord." After entering, the big man saluted respectfully.

"Come on, what's the matter with you inquiries?" Tie Zhangke asked straightforwardly without the thought of being polite.

"Fort Lord, the villain has already investigated clearly. As you guessed, all forces are now marching towards the palace, there may be a fierce battle!" The big man said cautiously.

"Well, it seems that Young Master is right!" Tie Changke nodded and stood up, a thin figure appeared at the door, facing everyone in the courtyard.

Ben stood still in the rain, and the people who hadn't waved in the ancient well, the moment they saw him, their expressions immediately became straight, showing the color of worship.

"Everyone listens to the order, take good ones, we have something to do!" Tie Changke said.

No one asked him why, no one asked where he was going or what to do.

Since ten days ago, they scattered from the iron castle to the imperial capital, and gathered here. Everything was an iron rod guest and came here without any doubt.

Because Tie Zhangke told them that Master is in trouble!