The top of the Yanhuang Ancient Tree. Wang Yun, who had a firm advantage from the beginning of the fight, finally severely damaged Wang Yan, who was struggling to hold on. Being swept away by his sword, all the accumulated injuries exploded at this moment. Wang Yan flew out with a look of unwillingness on his face. hatred! He was unwilling to lose. If Wang Yun was indeed stronger than him, he would still be convinced of the defeat. But Wang Yun is not as good as him, even much worse. It's just that relying on the majestic dragon essence contained in the ninth altar, it is firmly suppressed by the imperial power, and there is no room for all kinds of martial arts to be displayed. The other party uses strength to defeat skill. No matter what killing moves or martial arts you have, I only have one sword, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky will evolve into the power of the emperor. If Long Yuan can match the opponent, Wang Yan is confident that he can defeat the opponent within three moves. But there are no what-ifs in this world. In terms of unwillingness, the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince who have been eliminated are even more unwilling to give in. "It's a pity... We have come to this point, but we still fell short." Wang Yan felt deeply guilty in his heart, feeling sorry for Xiao Chen and Scholar Tiance, who had supported him through life and death along the way. Sorry, I still have to disappoint you. From the very beginning when he faced Wang Yuan, he knew that the odds of winning were not high, and he had no regrets after working hard until now. But when I think of Xiao Chen and others, I still feel full of guilt. wrong! Just as Wang Yan closed his eyes in despair, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Chen had given him a tips bag in the Black Wind Ridge. Wang Yan was about to open it at that time, but Xiao Chen stopped him and told him not to open it unless absolutely necessary. With this in mind, Wang Yan opened his eyes, just as he was about to fall to the top of the ancient tree. The toes pointed sharply in the void, the sword was stuck in the tree crown, he knelt on one knee, and stood up again. "Huh?" Wang Yun's eyes flashed with confusion. Just for a moment, he clearly felt that the other party had no fighting spirit. There was no chance of winning, but suddenly, it stopped again. "Ninth brother, there is no need to fight to the death anymore. You and I are brothers. I don't want to hurt you too seriously, let alone kill you." Wang Yun said calmly, but he told the truth. Among the many princes, he was the only one who didn't have much resentment or murderous intention towards Wang Yan. However, if Wang Yan insists on having his own way, don't blame him for being ruthless. "Do you think you have a chance to win?" "Isn't it true?" A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yun's mouth, full of ridicule. Ninth brother Wang Yan was nothing more than that, and he is still so naive until now. "Me." Wang Yan's eyes suddenly condensed, and with a sharp look, he opened the bag of tips Xiao Chen gave him. boom! When the kit was opened, dazzling light overflowed. Wang Yun blocked his eyes with his left hand, slowly Luo Kai, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face changed wildly. I saw a heavy jasper, with clear waves rippling inside, and nine dragon shadows floating around it. This is... a dragon jade that has reached nine dragon shadows! When this jade came out, not only Wang Yun was shocked, but also everyone in the palace martial arts arena was surprised. In the first round of testing, it was already extraordinary to be able to fill three dragon shadows with dragon jade. Reaching five dragon shadows can be called heaven-defying. Reaching the shadow of nine dragons has never been heard of in previous crown prince battles. "Damn it." Wang Yun could no longer remain calm, cursed, and charged towards him with the Flame Emperor Sword in hand. He wanted to end the battle before Wang Yan absorbed the dragon jade. "Xiao Chen, you really gave me a big surprise." A smile appeared on Wang Yun's face. The importance of this tip was completely beyond his imagination. x咻! The Yanhuang sword was raised towards the sky, and in an instant, nine dragon shadows gathered together. The Flame Emperor Sword in his hand burst out with light comparable to the sun, and his dynasty dragon power increased rapidly. Wang Yun, who originally had an overwhelming advantage over him, was forcefully forced back in front of the brilliant Flame Emperor Sword. Within a moment, Wang Yan's dynasty dragon power was on par with the opponent, and then overtook him. Wang Yun, who rushed over, could only watch everything happen, a look of horror flashed in his eyes. "Whoosh!" Wang Yan roared angrily and rose into the air, his sword light flashing. The sky was full of gods and Buddhas, pierced by the sword shadow that contained the avenue of killing, and then they were all destroyed. "Pfft." Wang Yun spat out a mouthful of blood and was cut down to the ground by heavy sword shadows. After Long Yuan failed to gain the advantage, Wang Yun's true level was instantly revealed, and he was defeated in one move. "How could this happen?" Wang Yun was confused and seemed completely unacceptable. He had been suppressing the opponent all the way before. When the power of the dynasty dragons between them was almost the same, they were defeated in one move. Click! The Flame Emperor Sword in his hand showed a slight crack, and then completely shattered. He didn't have enough foundation, so he forced himself to occupy the ninth altar. The huge gap after being defeated in one move caused him to collapse instantly. Wang Yun, who lost the Yanhuang Sword, was forcibly sent out of the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb. The dramatic reversal caught everyone by surprise. In the end, it was the Ninth Prince Wang Yan who truly reached the pinnacle and achieved the position of crown prince. All the Yanhuang swords of the princes were gone, and only one in Wang Yan's hand remained in the entire Yanhuang ancient mausoleum. boom! The imperial dragon veins hidden under the Yanhuang ancient mausoleum were poured into the Yanhuang ancient trees and merged with Wang Yan on the top of the tree. The next moment, in the martial arts arena, the giant screen shattered, emitting thousands of rays of light. Wang Yan held the Flame Emperor Sword, stepped out step by step, and appeared in front of the world amid the rays of light. "Welcome to His Majesty the Crown Prince." The princes and nobles from all over the world stood up and cupped their hands. No matter how twists and turns the prince's battle goes, now that Wang Yan has become the prince, he will be the next Emperor Yan in the future. Wang Yan had a smile on his face, Fang, and his heart was filled with joy. "You are the prince, then who am I?" At this moment, a discordant voice sounded, and Wang Yan's face changed slightly. Following the voice, he saw the one-eyed Xi, who approached the dragon vein with a hint of teasing. Wang Yan's face darkened: "I thought you had left, but you haven't left yet. You are so brave." The sudden situation shocked all the princes, many princes in the martial arts field, and the disciples. . "Why should I leave?" Xi asked with a slight smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the clouds in the sky above the palace. The ancestor of the Imperial Ancestral Temple came out and said in a cold voice: "Wang Yan, one of your disciples brutally killed the eldest prince. You cannot escape the blame. The clan elders have decided to abolish your title of prince." "What!" These words were like a thunderbolt, which shocked the hearts of all the princes and caused an uproar. Wang Yan said solemnly: "I want to see my father. You have no right to deprive me of my title of crown prince!" "I'm afraid it's not up to you." Xi said lightly with a sneer on his face. Whoosh whoosh! From the vast palace, hundreds of figures with monstrous demonic flames emerged, all of them, without exception, were the elite emperors of the Demon Temple. The entire martial arts arena was heavily surrounded, and for a moment, the sky was filled with demonic power, sweeping in all directions. The palace of the Yanwu Dynasty suddenly changed. None of the Taimiao masters who were supposed to appear disappeared, and the entire palace was taken over by the Demonic Temple. The expressions of all the princes and many princes changed drastically. At this moment, the elites of the entire Yanwu Dynasty were gathered in the palace, which was equivalent to being made dumplings by the Demon Temple. In the Yunzhong Palace, the imprisoned Emperor Yan was trembling with anger: "You... you are so crazy that you became the dogs of the Demon Temple!" The ancestor of Taimiao said expressionlessly: "The era has changed, and we want to continue the Yanwu Dynasty. To achieve glory, a choice must be made. "The sudden change of situation on the field made everyone feel a little frightened. How could the Yanwu Dynasty fall in an instant and be occupied by the Demon Temple? "How could this happen? The people from the Demon Temple actually took over the palace like this..." Feng Lao and Scholar Tiance said with uneasy expressions. Xiao Chen looked around and muttered: "Not only that, people from the Hades Temple are also mixed in. This should have been planned a long time ago. If the eldest prince does not die, the Ancestral Ancestral Temple still has the trump card to bargain with the opponent, but now it is completely defeated "To the other party." "What should I do?" Ao Jiao asked anxiously. The entire palace was taken over by the Demon Temple, and the masters of the Taimiao ancestors also obeyed the other party's orders. It was equivalent to the Imperial Dynasty forces and the Demonic Temple forces joining forces to surround them, leaving them with no way to survive. "Give me the sword." Xi stepped onto the martial arts field, walked step by step towards Wang Yan, and asked for the Yanhuang Sword, which symbolized the inheritance of the dynasty. This book comes from /book/html