Roar!
The Nine Dragons roared, the dragon's power filled the air, and its nine claws stepped into the air, heading towards Ao Tu to kill.
Ao Tu also roared, overcame the fear in his heart, and rushed towards Lu Ming.
A Jiaolong and a Nine Dragons immediately fought together on the battle platform.
Ao Tu has brought the metallic artistic conception to the extreme. His metallic artistic conception is definitely equivalent to the fourth level. His whole body is as hard as gold and iron, and the dragon claws are made of dark gold. They are extremely hard and can break everything.
Every move has terrifying power.
As for Lu Ming, the four artistic conceptions surround him and merge together, and their power is equally terrifying.
At the same time, Lu Ming erupted with four dragon powers, running the prison-suppressing heavenly kung fu, and every muscle in his body could burst out the power of the prison-suppressing heavenly kung fu.
Every muscle in his body flicked at random, and the power was extremely terrifying, and every claw that was drawn out had the power to suppress everything.
Rumble!
The two dragons are entangled together, constantly bombarding, extremely barbaric, making people feel as if they have come to ancient times, where gods and beasts fight for hegemony, and real dragons fight chaotically.
Puff!
Nine dragons have nine claws, and it is difficult for Ao Tu to block them all. His body was grabbed by the nine dragon claws, and he tore it hard, and the scales flew away, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood.
Ao Tu was in pain, fought back vigorously, and tore off a piece of Jiulong's body, but his dragon claws were almost broken.
boom!
The body of the Nine Dragons seemed extremely heavy, pressing on Ao Tu's body, causing him to hit the battle platform heavily, making the cracking sound of bones breaking.
The two rolled and fought dozens of moves. Lu Ming became more and more courageous as he fought, gradually gaining the upper hand.
After all, Ao Tu was still affected by the aura of Nine Dragons, and he was a little afraid. The more he fought, the stronger his fear became.
I am already afraid, how can I be Lu Ming's opponent
puff!
Blood splattered everywhere, Ao Tu screamed, his body was scratched by Jiulong's claws, he struggled hard, and finally escaped, leaving behind a large piece of dragon's flesh, dripping with blood.
"Flood dragon meat that contains 70% concentration of real dragons, good stuff, keep it for grilling!"
Jiulong opened his mouth, and Lu Ming's voice came out, and then the piece of dragon meat disappeared.
"Lu Ming, that's a good thing, save a copy for me later!"
In the stands, the fat man yelled, almost drooling.
Ao Tu almost exploded his lungs.
I can't wait to swallow Lu Ming and Fatty in one gulp.
"Fatty, there are too few, these are mine, wait for me to make some more!"
Lu Ming shouted, and rushed towards Ao Tu again.
"Ah, I admit defeat!"
Ao Tu suddenly roared, extremely unwilling.
He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose, and he would probably have to pay more dragon meat.
"Admit defeat?"
Lu Ming stopped speechless, and turned back into a human form, with a pitiful look, his eyes twirling around on Ao Tu.
Ao Tu also turned into a human form, his face extremely ugly.
He wasn't seriously injured, but his face was even uglier than when he was seriously injured.
In this battle, he was too aggrieved.
The dragon of luck above Lu Ming's head swallowed 90% of Ao Tu's dragon of luck, and it skyrocketed again, exceeding two hundred feet and approaching three hundred feet.
Such a huge dragon of luck has been rare since ancient times.
Lu Mingfei got on the stands.
"Fatty, it's a pity, this guy gave up early, and he has no part for you!"
Lu Ming sighed.
"Damn it, no, we'll split that piece equally!"
cried the fat man.
Ao Tu, who was flying towards the stands, trembled and almost fell off the stage.
Flying back to the stands, Ao Tu's expression was extremely gloomy.
That Supreme Flood Dragon's complexion was not much better than Ao Tu's, as black as black charcoal.
In this battle, Lu Ming finally won, which shocked many people.
In this way, Lu Ming entered the final battle.
Next, there will be a battle between Emperor God and Blood Sword One. The winner will have a final battle with Lu Ming.
And the vast majority of people believe that the Emperor God and the Blood Sword must be the Emperor God who wins.
So in the end, it will be Lu Ming fighting the Emperor God, which is interesting.
The light flickered, covering Emperor God and Blood Sword One.
The two flew onto the stage.
"You and I, do we still need to fight again?"
The Emperor God spoke indifferently.
Many people's hearts skipped a beat, listening to the Emperor God's tone, did they ever fight the blood sword before? But never heard such rumors.
"In the first battle three years ago, I was defeated, but now, it may not be!"
An astonishing amount of blood radiated from Xue Jianyi's body, and his eyeballs became as red as blood diamonds.
Everyone was shocked, the Emperor God and Xue Jianyi actually fought against each other three years ago, judging from the situation, Xue Jianyi should have lost.
"Three years ago you were not my opponent, from now on, you will never be my opponent!"
The voice of the Emperor God came out, revealing a strong self-confidence.
"You will know after the battle!"
Xue Jian yelled loudly, stepped forward, and a terrifying sword power erupted from his body, and the sword power spread out across the sky.
This is the artistic conception of the sword.
As soon as the blood sword stepped forward, the sword intent filled the air.
Keng!
On the body of the Emperor God, there was also the sound of the sword, and the next moment, there was also a powerful sword power, which burst out.
It is also the artistic conception of the sword!
One or two of Emperor God and Blood Sword actually comprehended the artistic conception of the sword.
bump! bump!
Both of them were taking steps, and as they stepped out, the sword intent soared.
Keng! Keng! ...
The sword intent of the two men crossed tens of miles of void, and they clashed in the void. The air between the two of them unexpectedly burst out with roars and sword sounds, and sparks shot out.
Everyone's faces were solemn, this kind of sword intent was too terrifying, the two of them hadn't made a move yet, and just the overflowing sword intent could easily kill an ordinary seventh-layer spiritual embryo expert.
call out! call out!
Suddenly, the two stepped on their feet, and their figures turned into a sword light, cutting through the void, and slashing towards each other.
when!
The two sword lights collided in the air, and there was a roar, and the sword energy shot out. The two sword lights retreated with one blow, and then bombarded together again.
when! when! ...
In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves.
Those with low cultivation bases could not see the figures of the two at all, but could only see two sword lights clashing in the air.
A golden sword light, a blood red sword light.
But at this moment, the golden sword light soared, and the blood-red sword light was sent flying.
"Emperor God, the peak of the eighth-layer spiritual fetus, blood sword one, the late stage of the eighth-layer spiritual fetus!"
Lu Ming's heart moved, and he saw the cultivation of the two of them.
Moreover, the artistic conception of swords of the two has reached the fourth level, which is the collision of the artistic conception of swords of the fourth level. However, it is obvious that the emperor's cultivation base is superior, and he knocked back the blood sword.
The blood-red sword light flew back, and Xue Jianyi's figure emerged.
At this time, the bloody light on his body became more and more intense.
"Blood sword, unsheath!"
Xue Jian squeezed his fingers with one hand and waved his hand. Suddenly, a blood-red war sword flew out from between his eyebrows. As soon as this war sword flew out, it turned into a giant of more than ten meters. It is amazing that when this war sword After the sword became bigger, it actually split into two, then into four, and finally turned into sixteen huge blood-red battle swords, flying around the blood sword.
"kill!"
The blood sword shouted loudly, and with a wave of the sword finger, sixteen battle swords flew in the air, turning into sixteen sword lights, and assassinated the emperor.
The most frightening thing is not the sixteen battle swords, but the infinite sword energy that is aroused during the flying of the war swords.