After all, the identity of a demonic warrior is still very sensitive.
However, Yancheng, the imperial capital, is the number one city in the world and can be said to be the center of the entire world. Although the Tianwu Dynasty and the Shenwu Dynasty were stronger, they were far less open than the Yanwu Dynasty due to the constraints of Hunyuan Palace and Xuantian Holy Land behind them.
Even if you meet a demonic warrior in Yancheng, the imperial capital, it won't really cause much surprise.
In every crown prince's battle, there are demonic warriors participating, and this is something that everyone understands tacitly. Strictly speaking, Xiao Chen can be regarded as half a demonic warrior, so it is difficult to determine the nature of this matter.
The imperial dynasty just turned a blind eye. Anyway, these demonic warriors didn't dare to really cause trouble.
They all have self-awareness and will not do anything excessive.
But this time, there is something unusual.
The fight for the crown prince involved the birth of the Immortal Palace and attracted the attention of too many demonic forces. Almost all the eight superpowers have arrived, and the demonic warriors are far superior to previous ones.
The Yanhuang's words were not only aimed at the Demon Temple and the Hades Temple.
The implication is that it actually has the purpose of intimidating Hunyuan Palace and other superpowers, so tell them.
After all, this place is the territory of our Yanwu Dynasty. You all have great backgrounds and cannot afford to offend me. But don’t go too far, don’t really think that I don’t know you exist.
On the throne, Xiao Chen chanted softly: "Ninth Prince, it seems that your worries are overblown."
A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and he groaned: "I thought my father didn't know about the collusion between my eldest brother and the Monster Dynasty. It seems that everything is under his control, but why... The other party But the great enemy of my Blood Moon Dynasty?"
Scholar Tiance cleared up his doubts and said: "Your Highness, this matter involves the birth of the Immortal Palace and the only super-grade Horcrux in the world. If Senior Yanhuang drives out the people from the Hades Temple and the Demon Temple, the other party will definitely not give up. , what do you think will happen?”
Wang Yan was not stupid, and he quickly realized: "At this time, the battle for the crown prince may not go on at all. The powerful virtual gods of Hades Temple and Blood Martial Dynasty may personally commit suicide and attack the Yanhuang ancient mausoleum. Others Superpowers will definitely fish in troubled waters and disrupt the situation! "
Thinking of this, Wang Yan felt a chill on his back. He could predict a catastrophe when the time came!
The foundation of the entire Yanwu Dynasty may be in danger of being shaken.
Scholar Tiance nodded and said: "Yes, it is better to block than to open up. The current situation is actually the best."
Xiao Chen admired this very much. Yanhuang's courage and vision were indeed beyond the reach of others. Read the full text of the latest chapter
The Ninth Prince is still a bit young. He has been out fighting enemies all year round, and the world in his eyes is either black or white. What happened today, for him, can be regarded as learning a little bit about the imperial pattern.
After some words, Emperor Yan stood up in the air and announced loudly: "The battle for quotas begins now, draw your sword!"
As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yan disappeared.
Sonorous!
Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous crisp sound on the Sifang Wangdai, which was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
In the hands of all the princes, there is a replica of the Yanhuang Sword.
Although it is an imitation, it is somehow related to the original. In critical moments, it can even summon the original Flame Emperor Sword for blessing. It is a very special Horcrux.
What's even more special is that each replica of the Yanhuang Sword contains a different Tao for each prince.
For example, the Ninth Prince, he has been guarding the border all year round, fending off enemies and killing demons, and what he has gained is the way of killing.
When the battle for the crown prince ends, there will only be one copy of the Yanhuang Sword.
This one will carry its own way, accept the inheritance, and become the supreme new holy sword to lead the Yanwu Dynasty.
Clang!
The Emperor Yan Sword in Wang Yan's hand took it out of its scabbard and turned into a flash of heroic light. 'Insert' is right in front of the throne.
The dragon's luck contained in the sword condensed into substance and turned into a nine-foot-long dragon shadow, coiling and hovering above the royal platform.
Suddenly, dragons competed in the sky above the martial arts arena. The dragon roars, the dragon's power is confusing, and it covers the sky and the sun.
Above the palace, clouds rolled and strange phenomena occurred frequently.
Looking from all directions, the Dragon Luck was strongest above the throne where the eldest prince was. The dragon shadow was a full eighteen feet long, hovering over the royal platform, not knowing how to be angry. But he did not become angry and intimidated himself, shocking all directions and showing the demeanor of a strong man.
Secondly, there are the eighth prince Wang Feng and the thirteenth prince Wang Yi.
The dragon shadows of both of them are sixteen feet long. The dragon shadows are flamboyant and constantly teasing the dragon shadows on the eldest prince's throne. The intention of competing is self-evident.
Most of the other princes are like the Ninth Prince, with a dragon shadow nine feet tall. There are only a few princes, and Long Yun is much weaker, which is extremely obvious in the battle between these dragons.
If nothing unexpected happens, these princes with weak dragon luck will be the targets of powerful dragons to devour them later.
In the battle for quotas, someone will definitely be eyeing him as a priority opponent.
"What a surprise. The Ninth Prince's dragon shadow is actually nine feet long. When did his dragon luck become so strong?"
"Yes, the Ninth Prince has always had a weak sense of presence, and he obviously has no intention of competing for supremacy. His background is actually quite deep."
"But that's it. The truly powerful ones are the eldest prince, the eighth prince, and the thirteenth prince. The dragon's fortune is really extraordinary, far beyond the other princes."
"Did you pay attention to the Sixth Prince Wang Ming? Although his dragon shadow looks small, his body is actually circling several times. It is actually at least thirteen feet long. This man is so well hidden!"
"If you don't tell me, you haven't noticed yet. This Sixth Prince really doesn't show off or show off. He just doesn't make a sound. He wants to make a big splash!"
"Look, the battle for the quota has begun. The Eighth Prince took action first and picked the Nineteenth Prince."
In the Cloud Palace, the princes and princes who originally noticed the Sixth Prince Wang Ming all turned their heads to look.
The eighth prince Wang Feng was the first to bear the brunt and sent out his disciples first to challenge the nineteenth prince.
The dragon shadow of the Nineteenth Prince is only eight feet long, and obviously cannot send powerful disciples.
With a wry smile, the Nineteenth Prince said helplessly: "I don't even want to compete for the throne. I just want to try my luck in the ancient mausoleum. I won't let it go..."
Rather than choose to resist fearlessly, the Nineteenth Prince simply abstained and allowed the opponent to win.
He was defeated and lost a spot. It was not that he didn't want to fight, but he wanted to retain powerful disciples to fight against other princes.
Because it was clear that he could not compete with the powerful Eighth Prince, so there was no need to make more useless efforts.
The Eighth Prince was victorious and easily won a quota, which immediately started the battle for quotas.
A slightly "chaotic" challenge was staged simultaneously on the stage in the martial arts arena.
In front of each king's stage, there is a ring where the opponent wants to fight. Just jump onto the ring and put up your own prince's flag. The rules are simple and clear.
"Mr. Feng, should we take the initiative to fight, or should we wait for others to challenge us."
Wang Yan asked Feng Lao, the oldest among his guests. This Feng Lao was a master in the military with profound cultivation and rich experience.
Looking around, Feng Lao said in a deep voice: "Our background is a bit weak, so we'd better try not to take the initiative to expose it, and wait for others to fight."
"Senior Haokai, what do you think?"
Wang Yan glanced around and landed on Hao Kai from the Golden Crow Empire. He had the same cultivation level as Feng Lao. They are all great emperors of the Five Meridians, containing the blood of the Golden Crow. Regardless of their experience, their combat effectiveness is even stronger.
"I have no objection, but it depends on the prince's orders."
Wang Yan asked Xiao Chen and Scholar Tiance again, and both of them said they didn't need to take the initiative to fight, so they followed everyone's opinions.
"coming."
Xiao Chen glanced around and saw a flag falling on the ring in front of the king's platform.
"At dusk in Lower Duanmu, on the order of the fourth prince, I came to ask for a place from the ninth prince."
The person who came was dressed in brocade robes, looked like a middle-aged man, and his words did not show any sharpness, but he was a Dacheng Emperor with four-line cultivation.
Wang Yan smiled slightly: "It turns out he is a master from the Duanmu family. Which one of you is willing to fight against him?"
"Let me do it."
Xiao Suo took the initiative to fight and asked Wang Yan to fight.
"I am willing to fight and capture this person for the Ninth Prince."
Among Wang Yan's guests, another young man stood up, his brows sharp and full of fighting spirit.
This person's name is Jin Mingxiu. He is a strange person that Wang Yan actively recruited with the help of Yanyulou's resources. He was personally recommended by Su Ye.
Wang Yan chuckled softly and said: "Mingxiu, please be patient. Since Captain Xiao spoke first, Captain Xiao will fight in this battle."
Jin Mingxiu was a little dissatisfied, but he still followed the order and retreated.
Whoosh!
Xiao Suo moved and landed heavily on the ring, looking at the opponent calmly.
A trace of doubt flashed in Duanmu Huanghuang's eyes. He originally thought that the other party would send Feng Lao or Hao Kai, or even worse, it would be Xiao Chen, who was famous in the imperial capital.
Unexpectedly, he would despise him so much and send an unknown person who is the emperor of the third line.
"It seems that the Ninth Prince really has no desire to compete for supremacy, so I will accept this spot."
Seeing that his opponents were not Xiao Chen, Feng Lao and Hao Kai, the restraint and seniority in Duanmu Huanghuang's eyes were gone, and he became slightly arrogant.
Xiao Suo grinned, this smile...
The waves were shocking and the sea of blood was churning. He looked mature and steady, but his imperial power soared.
Between the eyebrows, there is a blood-colored mark that shines with dazzling light.
With a wave of his hand, the red-blooded battle flag appeared. Without a word of nonsense, he rushed over with a violent and bloodthirsty aura.
Duanmu Huang was shocked. He never expected that an unknown person could be so domineering.
By the time he woke up, the red-blooded battle flag had already swept over.
Bang bang bang!
The blood-colored battle flag rises and falls like waves, developing continuous stamina.
Duanmu sent out three palms in a row at dusk, and each time he sent out a palm, he scattered a wave of energy.
But one wave after another, the offensive contained in the red-blooded battle flag is continuous and surging.
With the legend left behind by the Scarlet Blood King, in the hands of Xiao Suo, it regains its former glory.
After ten moves, Duanmuhuang retreated to the edge of the ring, unable to retreat.
Just when he was about to sacrifice his soul weapon, fight to the death, and become the king of power.
Xiao Suo shouted loudly, and the sea of blood surged. He was on the top of the "wave", and the battle flag was lightly rolled, like a spear, thrust out from above.
Bang bang bang!
At Duanmu dusk, the waves of light condensed by the power of the avenue were shattered layer by layer, and the red-blooded battle flag was destroyed by all its defense methods.
"I surrender."
Seeing Xiao Suo's life-threatening violent aura gradually approaching, Duanmuhuang was horrified in his heart.
Feeling that if the fight continues, he will definitely lose and suffer heavy losses, so he quickly admits defeat.
"Concession."
After defeating his opponent with ten moves, Xiao Suo took away the royal flag of the fourth prince and returned to the throne.
"good!"
Wang Yan was filled with joy and praised loudly, his eyes full of excitement.
In this battle, Xiao Suo helped him show his edge, making people dare not look down upon him.
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