Bang!

Bang bang!

The prince and the God of Angry have always been fighting head-on. His true dragon energy has been raised to the seventh level, and his body has been transformed into a cultivator's body. His strength is comparable to several well-known combat emperors in ancient times.

When the founding of the country, the emperor was the forefront and the general, and it was easy for many powerful people to emerge.

Once they break through to the cultivators, they have almost no obvious weaknesses. On the battlefield, they are an invincible chariot, rushing around and famous.

For example, when Emperor Xiang was in ancient times, he held a halberd and could take the head of the general among million troops, and no one could stop him.

Later, Emperor Xiang was defeated, and twenty cavalry were defeated by the remaining soldiers, and they were still traversing among hundreds of thousands of troops, as if they were in a state of no one. Until they were ambushed by ten sides, they were besieged by ten cultivators of the Dao Zun Sword Emperor level, and finally died at the end.

From this we can see the power of the powerful emperor.

It is precisely because this power has almost lost its balance that it is extremely difficult for the emperor to upgrade, and it is necessary to become a cultivator to be an old age.

The prince has this opportunity to become a cultivator, and in this world of heaven, he is already known as a strong man.

When his strength improves again, even if he wants to rebel from his father, there will be a lot of people behind him.

——So, when he left Taimiao, the situation in the Mitian world would inevitably be a earth-shaking change.

"Who will win if the prince fights you?"

Jixiang secretly asked Li Chun.

"That's all right, of course it's me!"

Seeing the prince's powerful combat power, Li Chun actually broke out in a cold sweat. Before breaking through to the cultivator, he always felt that the prince's ability was flashy, but now it seems... it is too flashy and not flashy.

Almost every palm is head-on.

...This opponent is not an ordinary person, but a god!

Crazy God of Angry!

Even the gods restricted by seals have powers that mortals cannot imagine - the true dragon energy can compete with this, which shows the advantage of the emperor.

"Attention! The God of Angry is about to get angry!"

The monk took a deep breath, took a step forward, bent his legs slightly, gritting his teeth, as if he was holding something.

"roar--"

The God of Angry made a huge throat god, and suddenly jumped up, ignited a raging flame all over his body, making a sound of whimpering teeth in the air.

"Rage burns, clarify the world!"

A large amount of flames suddenly ejected from around his body. Li Chun was quick-eyed and quickly pulled Jixiang and retreated quickly. He was not affected by the flames.

But the prince was already surrounded by the raging flames!

"Prince!"

Li Chun was shocked and saw that the prince stood safely in the incomprehensible flames, not even moving.

"This fire is not ordinary fire, but heart fire."

Monk Zhaoye nodded, "As long as your heart is not moved, this anger will not burn you. The prince is calm and should have seen the flaws of this move."

But even so, the power of the fire of anger was still burning the prince. He saw that he was sweating profusely and his hair was curled up. He closed his eyes slightly and slowly flowed through the fire.

"Walking in the fire, you will see the true nature clearly!"

Monk Zhaoye clasped his hands together and exclaimed.

"Prince, you can already defeat this angry god!"

In the flames, the prince marched and walked to the gods.

He gently slapped the angry god who was on fire. But he saw the flames in the sky extinguished in an instant!

boom!

The God of Angry flew backwards, slowly landing on the shrine, and turned into a statue again.

"Win!"

The prince turned his head, smiled, and then collapsed on the ground. Li Chun rushed up and lifted him up.

"I was quite mighty just now, why didn't I do it all at once?"

Although the true dragon energy is extremely powerful and consumes a lot. When facing the gods, they cannot retreat in an instant. The prince has tried his best. After the fight, he feels relieved. Of course, he collapses weakly.

Monk Zhaoye smiled, "Congratulations to the prince, you can go out now..."

After defeating the gods, he completed the baptism of Taimiao, and he could leave alone.

“No need!”

The prince waved his hand, "I'm waiting for Li Qing and Sister Jixiang."

He shook his hand weakly and shook his hand, and hurried to Monk Zhaoye to sit down.

"That's fine."

Monk Zhaoye nodded, "Who will come next?"

"I'll do it!"

Jixiang bravely took a step forward and showed her dagger.

"good!"

Monk Zhaoye's hand shook, and the statue on the right flew down like the angry god just now.

Jixiang's body shook, turned into a ball of white light, fighting with the jealous god.

Her fighting style is different from that of the prince. If the prince is head-on, then she will be a light and changeless twists.

"Who would have thought that she had only been learning sword for such a short time..."

Li Chun sighed, and he had made a lot of plans. Jixiang only had a few months to learn swords. Although she had a good foundation in martial arts before, she was able to understand the swordsmanship to such an extent that she had almost walked out of her own swordsmanship. This was really surprising.

The god of jealousy was forced to almost no power to fight back.

"The little girl's sword technique is amazing..."

Monk Zhaoye also praised, nodded slightly, suddenly coughed, and blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth again.

"Boy, you have to cherish it..."

He wiped away the blood, and saw that the god of jealousy at this time also used his ultimate move.

Smoke of Jealousy.

The smoke was shrouding in the clouds, trapping the auspiciousness, but the auspiciousness was still unmoved and flew forward firmly. The dagger trembled, revealing a subtle light.

laugh!

The short sword pierced into the chest of the god of jealousy. The god of jealousy groaned, turned into a ball of black smoke, floated away, and fell back to his shrine.

"Another successful..."

Monk Zhaoye's voice became a little weak, "Boy, it's your turn to get on!"

He patted Li Chun on the back and whispered quietly, "Be careful, the monk is about to die, the suppression power has been reduced a lot, and this God of Fear is obviously stronger than his two companions..."

"Depend on!"

Li Chun turned his head and gave him a blank look, "Then you said earlier, are you trying to cheat me on your own?"

"How could it be?"

Monk Zhaoye was righteous and righteous, "You chose it yourself, and your ability is higher than both of them. You should give you the most difficult task, right?"

"It makes sense for you to say that..."

Li Chun sighed and walked slowly to the middle of the main hall, "I am the man destined to become a sword saint..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the statue of the God of Fear suddenly disappearing in the Shrine Mountain. Almost at the same time, the God of Fear, with a grim smile on his face, had already appeared behind Li Chun, and stretched out his blood-red claws! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!