The sky was dry and the wind was strong. Smoke was everywhere in the imperial city, and ashes from the flames were floating in every street. The air was filled with the foul smell of plant ash. People covered their faces with gauze scarves one after another. Just taking a few steps on the road, their heads were covered with a layer of ash. At the end of the imperial city, Mu Ziyun was burning the grass and trees made by the kite. The wind carried his anger and spread it to all the creatures in the city.
Eight people stood in a row, overlooking the scenery of the imperial city. After a long time, Mu Ziyun said: "Let's go!" The eight people took off, and the kite fell to the ground first. They pressed the ground with one hand, and the entire ground turned into a "soft "Budai", huge vines and tree roots were uprooted, and those tall buildings turned into "light" toys, torn apart at will. After a few breaths, half of the land was in a mess. But no living beings died in the meantime. It turned out that Mu Ziyun couldn't resist Kite's persistence and waited for those innocent creatures to be safely evacuated before taking action.
"Secret of Wind and Fire - Stars." The blend of wind and fire, countless snake-like sparks, dragging their long tails, scattered from Mu Ziyun's body. After a moment, fire broke out in the imperial city, and the raging flames were like a poisonous miasma. spread like.
They stood in the sea of fire, waiting for the enemy to arrive.
Sure enough, a handsome young man came over holding a long sword. He held the sword in his right hand and put his left hand behind his back. He was dressed in a uniform and his long hair was tied behind his head. The wind blew lightly. His face was like a peach blossom and his eyes were smiling. He was only fourteen or five years old. , but the magnanimity is indeed extraordinary.
From the perspective of cultivation, although the young man is young, he has already reached the level of a master. In the world of cultivation, he can actually be considered to have outstanding talents. However, no matter how outstanding he is, he will not be able to compete with "devils" such as Mu Ziyun, Fang Tianmu, Ling Dang, and Wang Xiang. "In front of such a genius, there is no light.
Mu Ziyun raised his head and stared coldly at the young man without speaking. After a few breaths, several maids ran over. They were all in the realm of Longren. The maids said to the young man: "Your Majesty, Seventeenth Highness, you are still the best." It’s better to watch the battle from behind.”
"Hey," the young man said angrily, "Father has clearly said that the princes can practice with thieves. I will not let go of such a good opportunity."
"Your Majesty said so, but...Your Highness, you..."
"What's wrong? Are you saying I'm weak?"
"Oh no no..."
"Hmph, thief, take your life!" The young man wielded his long sword and stabbed at the eight people. His unique technique turned his figure into a long rainbow-like shadow, and the surrounding environment also changed accordingly. , which is very fast and has many phantoms.
Mu Ziyun kept his head tilted, his cold face never changing. When the sword edge reached him, Mu Ziyun's eyelids trembled...
boom! The ground exploded, and the young man was punched down. Xibing slowly stood up, put his foot on the young man's shoulder, and said with a bright smile: "You are too weak, how can you disturb our boss as soon as you come up?"
"Your Highness Seventeenth!" the maids screamed.
At the same time, several figures fell behind the maids. The maids turned around, hurriedly knelt down, and said with trembling voices: "Your Highness... Your Highnesses, oh... pay homage to the Fourth Highness. "A maidservant kowtowed to the man in the center.
A man on one side said: "Hey, why didn't you take a good look at Xiao Qi? What are you doing?"
"Your Highness Fourteenth, the maidservant is guilty..."
Poof... blood spilled out, and the heads of the maids were suddenly cut off by the flowing water. His Highness's clothes were stained with blood, but he seemed to be immersed in it, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Here are the twelve princes from the "Jian" country. There are a total of twenty-one princes and twenty-eight princesses in the "Jian" country. Each of them has been trained under the guidance of an expert since childhood, and their strength is not outstanding. The twelve princes range from His Royal Highness the Fourth to His Highness the Fifteenth. The oldest, the Fourth Highness, is thirty-one years old and is also the strongest. The rest of the princes are all above Zhong Li in strength, and several of them have reached the point of abandonment. Like the Seventh Prince and the Ninth Prince, their strength is not much weaker than that of the Fourth Prince.
It seemed that the monarch didn't take Mu Ziyun and the others seriously at all, and only regarded them as contacts for his sons. From the perspective of the strength of the princes, this country is extremely powerful. If Huangdu had not owned the mother phoenix, Zhai Qiuzi might not be able to be on an equal footing with this king.
Mu Ziyun and the others could also sense that the person being surrounded must be the strongest.
"Hey! Untouchables, bring my seventeenth brother here and save your body." The fourteenth prince joked. He seemed to have no feelings for the seventeenth prince.
"Huh?" Xiubing pretended to be surprised, and also joked: "I'm sorry, I didn't know I wanted to keep him alive. I was so heavy-handed just now that my internal organs were smashed... Hehe..." Just now... As he spoke, the seventeenth prince's arm moved.
Xiubing was suspicious, then bent down, grabbed the seventeenth prince's hair with one hand, and lifted him up, "It's incredible, you were able to survive with my full strength just now. Hey, your internal organs are intact, and your body Take the baby with you."
Mu Ziyun walked forward, raised his hand lightly, grabbed the seventeenth prince's neck, and gently broke his bones seemingly casually.
"Little Seventeen!" The Fifteenth Prince was furious, "How dare you...your family and your country will pay the price for this!"
Mu Ziyun's coldness was frightening. He replied ruthlessly: "You don't need to worry, because you won't survive today..." He walked towards the princes and said coldly, "I will deal with that man..." He Naturally, he was referring to the most powerful Fourth Highness.
The fifteenth prince roared towards him. Suddenly, a giant beast appeared out of thin air and knocked him a hundred feet away. When the prince got up, he was looking at Xiubing waving his fingers in front of him. Xiubing didn't even look at him. Looking at him, he just said: "Get up, hurry up, there are a lot of you, I have to deal with others." The words were harsh, but his face was still sunny.
Mu Ziyun walked slowly, and his side exploded many times. Du Xiaoyue blocked the sixth prince, Kite blocked the seventh prince, Tang Daoyuan blocked the fifth prince, Wangxiang wanted to follow the kite, but the tenth prince blocked him. Lingdang chose the Ninth Prince himself, and they scattered to their respective battlefields.
In this way, when Mu Ziyun walked in front of the fourth prince, only Fang Tianmu was left beside him. There are still five princes beside the fourth prince, so this is an unfair battle. But Fang Tianmu and Mu Ziyun faced the enemy indifferently. They had a fatal trust in each other. Mu Ziyun turned his head and said, "How many do you want?"
Fang Tianmu said coldly, "It's your choice."
The fourth prince closed his eyes, turned away, and said coldly: "It's too weak, you guys deal with it."
"Okay, fourth brother." The fourteenth prince smiled sinisterly, "Brothers, don't compete with your younger brother. I want both of them."
The Eighth Prince, the Eleventh Prince, the Twelfth Prince, and the Thirteenth Prince all looked at the two of them sarcastically, and turned around and said, "Little Fourteenth, don't make it look too ugly." This country also practices Shenmaan, so the princes The perception of Mu Ziyun and others can only be judged by the strength of the Shenmo Pill. Mu Ziyun's Shenma Pill is basically an energy storage container, while Fang Tianmu does not have the Shenmo Pill at all, but has the Shenmo Pill. Therefore, the princes think that these two people are extremely weak, and the one considered the strongest among "Xia" is Lingdang who possesses the Yu Qi Demon Pill.
The Fourteenth Prince spread his palms and said jokingly: "Come on, come on, let's have some fun."
Mu Ziyun untied the rope and smashed the elemental hammer into the ground. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Fire lotus crystals appeared on the soles of his feet. Fang Tianmu raised his left hand and a strange black shadow flashed out. No one could see clearly. How did he draw the knife? In an instant, the body of the Fourteenth Prince was cut in half.
The fourteenth prince was not dead. He laughed loudly, and the broken parts of his body were connected to each other like mucus, "What a fast knife..."
Just as he was talking, countless flaming red powders suddenly appeared in front of him. The Fourteenth Prince was suddenly in a trance. His pupils widened and he saw the powders clearly. They turned out to be extremely tiny fire lotus crystals. Unknowingly, as the powders appeared, His breath, those powdery crystals entered his windpipe. But he was not afraid, because his body was indestructible and could be re-glued even if it was blown to pieces. Unexpectedly, as soon as those powders entered his body, they came to life, reproduced and divided in large numbers, and soon, his blood vessels were filled with fire lotus crystals. In an instant, countless fire lotus crystals burst out with the highest energy. The fourteenth prince didn't even have time to cry out before his body was melted by the temperature. Every inch was destroyed, and there was no possibility of re-bonding.
Before the five princes had gone twenty steps, they all suddenly froze. The fourth prince rarely turned around, showing a look of shock. Although the fourteenth prince was not the strongest, he was considered the most "rogue" among them. No matter how hard you fight, it is difficult to eliminate it, but...
The fourth prince had a gloomy face and said coldly in a low voice: "Kill them! Take their bodies back, otherwise, you will not be able to explain to your father."
The other princes also realized the seriousness of the problem. They had already lost two princes before the fight. If Mu Ziyun and others were not cut to pieces, they might suffer the ridicule of the whole country.
The four princes rushed over together. Fang Tianmu dodged his sword and divided the battlefield into two sides. Mu Ziyun fought against the eighth and thirteenth princes, while Fang Tianmu also fought against the eleventh and twelfth princes...
Over the messy ruins, an ink cart was pulled by seven ink-stained horses. Tang Daoyuan sat cross-legged in the cart, with a scroll spread out on his legs. He kept swiping his pen, and the sky flashed and thundered, and rained and ink fell in the sky for a while. The prince shuttled through it, using air waves to cover a clear area above his head. But as long as a little ink was stuck on it, the ink would form a painting of its own, either a tiger, a lion, or a dragon and a snake, wrapping around him and landing on the ground. If there is too much ink, it will crawl in, and the ink "paintings" will pile up into a mountain, and the fifth prince suddenly disappears into a landscape ink painting.
