Chapter 722: Emperor's appearance

The guns came and went, and the fire went out.
The battle between Fang Yuan and Prince Jiuzhong Li Taiyi was tossed and rolled, and the battle was fought for more than half an hour.
The momentum is as great as the disaster of extinction, and there has never been a victory or defeat. However, the beauty of this battle has made all the people watching the battle intoxicated and forgot to worry, but only realized the beauty of it. At the same time, praise others' way!
"The two went from martial arts fighting to martial arts, and from martial arts fighting to magical powers. They turned their lilies over and over, not to mention the fire magical power they mastered. They only talked about the magical powers of magical powers. It's too late"
"Ah, it’s no wonder that as soon as the Holy Land Daozi came to the Devil's Edge, he had to take the place of a general. In the past, I only realized that this is because of the deep heritage of the Holy Land. Let them be the masters of the gods, so that they would be willing to take their own I took out the details and strengthened the magical powers, but now I know that their skills are also solid."
Up and down the city gates, I don't know how many people are talking about it.
Some people sighed, while others said: "You really think that the Tao of the Holy Land is vegetarian, but they are all pulled out of the top of the people, just like Jiu Chong Tian, ​​the fairy emperor is a famous celebrity, and now he is on the bright side There are more than a hundred people in the princess, not counting those who have not been given a name in the palace. Those who are invisible in the world, how many do they add up?"
"His Royal Highness, who stood out 1,500 years ago, was crowned as the prince. During these 1,500 years, I don’t know how many brothers and sisters wanted to take his seat. , As the Taishan prince has become a 1,500-year-old prince, you really don’t think he is a vegetarian? If you don’t have a few skills, how can you sit steadily for a 1,500-year-old prince?

"Then you say who can win this battle?"
This sentence actually asked the practitioners. At this time, both Fang Yuan and Prince Jiu Zhongtian were fierce, and both sides were hard against each other. No one was showing their weakness. Coupled with their cultivation base, they were not as good as these two. Which one is stronger?
Someone heard this and sneered, "Prince Jiuzhongtian has lost!"
The people around him suddenly thought he had a unique vision, apologized, and hurriedly asked him for advice.
The man laughed and said: "How many years has Prince Jiuzhong practiced, and how many years has it been practiced to forget the island Taoism, and now the two men have a tie even in martial arts or magical powers. Isn't this victory or defeat the trend obvious? ?"
The people around didn't want to care about him anymore, but when I thought about it, I thought it made sense.
In addition to these mainly watching the liveliness, it is those cold door monks who came to support Fang Yuan under the Eight Wastelands. At this time, Fang Yuan saw the Prince Jiuzhongtian, although he did not lose, but he couldn’t beat it for a long time. Now, some of them are really anxious, and some have already figured out a different taste, and they are more worried.
"The forgotten island Daozi was assassinated. This is a big event. Of course, it is necessary to find out. But this is the truth. In the practice world, whoever has the fist is the best. If Fangyuan Daozi can be defeated before others. Prince Tian, ​​the evil song, the rest of the little devil, and they are unable to escape, they must set off a big turmoil on the side of the devil, but if the nineth Prince Crown suppresses Fang Yuan Daozi, there is much room for this , Check it out, maybe one will be gone."
Dangerous things in the world, no matter when and where, someone will exist.
These high-ranking generations are the most good at compromise. With one word, it is possible to solve everything.
How serious was the disaster of the snowfield that year?
Now this matter may not end like the snowfield
"Thank God fortunately, Prince Jiuzhongtian took up the matter with all his strength, otherwise the catastrophe will come to an end"
Outside Bahuang City, there are more and more people gathered. I don’t know how many people in the family. After learning about the current situation, I am glad that I am sweating with cold sweat. Naturally, cold sweat is because Fang Yuan is actually in such a mortal situation. After surviving, I would not be willing to give up. If the family is okay, these people will surely come out as scapegoats.
Fortunately, His Royal Highness Prince Jiuzhong had such courage, and he directly accepted the matter. With such big figures as him in front, these people would be more at ease, maybe such a big disaster, still Really can be mixed
The last time the snowfield happened, it was a matter of sending them to the devil.
This time we were already at the edge of the devil, can you still send us back?
"Oh, how long has he been here at Mobian, and he hasn't met him yet, and unexpectedly made such a big event again"
In the surrounding void, there were also many acquaintances of Fang Yuan. Among them, there was a man with a sword in his arms. He hid with a smile and watched the battle beside him, only to see Fang Yuan’s sword-style cultivation behavior, he was a bit lost in his heart. , Sighed
"Why do you have to force me?"
Prince Jiuzhongtian, who had fought fiercely in Bahuang City, his initial anger gradually vented in this battle, and his anger was dissipated a lot, but the long-term battle did not last, and he was extremely anxious in his heart, especially I saw that there were more and more people gathered around the Bahuang City, and I felt even more uncomfortable. After I was forced to retreat from Fang Yuan with a single shot, I had a strong idea and spread it.
"I said, you have to start this matter"
The principle of Fang is as calm as ever. Prince Jiu Zhongtian slackened slightly, and he pressed him up.
"Your cold heart, really bully me"
I don’t know how many people are moving because of the assassination of Prince Jiu Zhongtian, but Prince Jiu Zhongtian doesn’t want to take it at all, especially thinking about the consequences of this incident tremble
Perhaps, as long as one bites to death, with Jiu Chongtian's prestige, the same thing can be suppressed.
Perhaps, as long as he returned directly to Huangzhou, he wouldn’t be able to take it for himself.
But the point is, if you really do this, what are the consequences?
As soon as this happened, Jiu Chongtian's face was lost. When he arrived in Huangzhou, how should he face that terrible man?
How should I cope with the arrogance and words from the court?
This thing that has terrified me for 1,500 years has finally happened?
His incomparable fear, incomparable hatred!
Hate that man, since he was established as a prince 1,500 years ago, why didn't he give Xianyuan to himself early, otherwise, if he has already achieved the body of God, how can he be seen now? Is this man pushing to this point?
On the nineth heaven, there is obviously a fairy source, which is something that one can be sure of.
But the man refused to give it to himself. What did he mean and to whom did he want to leave?
If it wasn't for you that you couldn't get the fairy source, how could you run to grab this dragon soul?
"If you let me die, then I will let you die first!"
The endless fear in his heart made Prince Jiuzhong's Li Taiyi look like a different person. His voice was cold and cold, and suddenly he looked at Fang Yuanyou, and when this sound sounded, he roared suddenly. Shen Shenlei condensed around him, and the phantom of the seven treasures thunder tree became very clear at this time, among which the purple thunder was faintly ascending to the golden meaning.
With this golden ascension, a vague figure appeared above his head. Some figures, some holding swords, some holding guns, wearing ancient robes, wearing crowns, towering, like It's a world of luck
"Phase of Emperor"
In the Eight Wastelands City, several old monsters saw this scene, and they were all startled. Shen shouted: "He has not yet become an immortal emperor, and he can implicitly call out the appearance of the emperor. It can be seen how much he has realized the nine-fold heavenly merits. realm"
"I didn't expect him to keep such a hand, no wonder he was too slow to dare to reveal his cultivation behavior."
"No, I have to wait for the shot, don't make him hurt Daoqingdaodaozi"
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The elders were shocked and suddenly heard a human voice: "Wait, wait and see."
The old monsters looked up and saw the Prince Jiuzhongtian. After the emperor's appearance appeared on the top of his head, the purple thunder floating around him suddenly rose in divine power, as if it had turned into a real fairy source. In the nine days, if the emperor's prestige was inviolable, he was angered by the sky, like a long river, and fell straight down to Fang Yuan, whose momentum could not be resisted.
But the most important thing is, facing this piece of purple thunder, Fang Yuan did not seem too nervous at this time~EbookFREE.me~ He looked at the purple thunder coldly, his figure flickered, and he gently backed away, and At the same time, the left palm opened, and immediately there were 108 green bamboo chips flying in the air, marking the traces of the road, flying straight towards the bottom of the Eight Wastelands, and suddenly disappeared.
And in his right palm, a thin branch appeared, entangled with thunder and lightning, very strange.
"You're guilty of my imperial prestige, underestimating me, and paying the price"
Prince Jiu Zhongtian used his true strength, and his anger reached the extreme, carrying the thunder and slashing straight to Fang Yuan.
A thundercloud formed directly over the Bahuang City, which was crushed by inch and inch, and its magnificent prosperity caused the large bursts of light in the city below to be swayed like a water ripple. Go, a shimmering look.
"My strength is still worse than him"
Facing his invincible trend, Fang Yuan made a judgment in his heart.
At the same time, he held the branch tightly in his right hand, standing in the void, and the wind rushed in all directions, straightening his robe to the hunt and flying, his face a little dignified, and also a little lucky: " Fortunately, I still have a hand"
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