"Um?!"
"What did you say?"
Perhaps Xuanyuan Panlong never expected that the other party would say such a thing.
"Since you are not working for the Holy Land of Martial Arts, why do you still want to support the arrogance of the sect's hegemony?"
Tang Ming slowly raised his head and his eyes suddenly said, "I'm too busy, I'm going to find some trouble for myself!"
"Then you are really torturous."
The two people's eyes gradually looked at each other's eyes, and the arrogant look was almost the same, because they didn't think they would lose.
"There is only one person between you and me who can leave here alive, and that person can only be me!" Tang Ming pointed to his nose.
"Then let's see if you have this ability!"
As soon as the words fell, their bodies immediately moved and rushed towards each other.
The cyan sword energy condensed instantly, several times faster than the original transformation speed. Several sword energy went straight to the center of the eyebrows without any sloppiness.
"So fast!"
Xuanyuan Panlong was shocked. He might not have thought that Tang Ming actually had such hidden strength.
Originally, the speed of condensing the sword energy was just to confuse the opponent and interfere with judgment. When it comes to actual combat, the sword energy is almost instantaneous.
But fortunately, as the crown prince, he naturally enjoys the best resources of the monks in the city, and even the body protection magic weapon has several companions.
"Dragon Pattern Armor, appear!"
With a loud shout, Xuanyuan Panlong saw several dragon scale armors appearing on his body to protect him. After several sword energy hit him, they all bounced away several meters away.
"What a treasure!" Tang Ming was slightly envious.
This dragon-patterned armor can defend against attacks from Yuan-Building monks, otherwise Tang Ming's attack just now would not have been easily deflected. At the same time, he also knew that the other party's fighting method seemed to be somewhat similar to that of the original demonic saint.
"It seems that your royal family is of the same blood and is extremely afraid of death."
Xuanyuan Panlong pulled off his clothes, revealing all his armor, with a sudden look on his face.
"The biggest difference between you and those monks is that you die because you talk too much."
The crown prince was seen walking slowly towards the throne, which symbolized imperial power. He placed his hand on the dragon's head, then gently turned it, and a sharp sword was slowly drawn out.
"The royal family has been planning for more than a hundred years, and it has only come to this day. It must not fail with me."
When he felt a trace of dragon pattern fluctuation, Tang Ming felt a little hesitant in his heart. This weapon was absolutely impossible for an ordinary dynasty force to possess.
And that simple and unpretentious appearance is not a weapon that a royal forger would build.
Even if the entire Luoyang Royal City was overthrown, it would be impossible to find a blacksmith to forge this spiritual sword with ancient charm.
"It's interesting to be able to pull out a weapon of this level. It must have been stolen from a certain sect, right?" Tang Ming asked tentatively.
Xuanyuan Panlong clenched the blade in his hand with a stern look on his face, "The most powerful weapon of the dynasty, an artifact hidden throughout the ages, was named by the first monarch, Xuanyuan Sword."
When listening to this simple and unpretentious name, Tang Ming couldn't help scratching his ears, "It's really too simple. Someone actually gave it this name."
I saw Xuanyuan Panlong then waved his sword blade, and then sent out waves of dragon patterns, accompanied by a clear and melodious sword cry. The sound that was like a substance made people's consciousness slightly trance-like.
"It's interesting. It actually has the miraculous effect of confusing the consciousness. But I'm very curious as to why that fool Xuanyuan Ming couldn't wear it. Instead, you guy took it away."
As a descendant of the orthodox royal bloodline, even if he falls into the devil's path, he should know the hidden secrets of the royal family.
"You're talking about that brainless idiot? He has nothing but passion. He doesn't even know what he's going to do. Now he's dead and deserves to die."
"It seems that you princes are not as united as the rumors. I originally thought that the other princes would do something, but now it seems that you are acting alone." Tang Ming sneered.
"No need, those guys are all incompetent. I alone can defeat thousands of troops."
After the words fell, Xuanyuan Panlong's body suddenly moved.
The sword blade in his hand struck instantly with the sounds of swords.
"Sword fighting? You're a little too young."
Tang Ming instantly transformed into multiple sword energy to fight the enemy, and multiple sword lights burst out in an instant.
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
The three sword energies attack different paths, approaching the vital points of the place.
Tang Ming's body was extremely agile. The two condensed sword energy in his hands suppressed the opponent for a moment and made him breathless. Not to mention that there was another sword energy waiting for an opportunity behind him.
"when!"
The two sword blades collided with each other again, and Xuanyuan Panlong used its inertia to instantly retreat a few steps.
Seeing the opponent retreating, Tang Ming did not pursue him immediately in case the opponent had a secret move.
"What's wrong? No more head-on confrontation?" Tang Ming said coldly.
"Your swordsmanship is better than mine. Even though I am stronger, your offensive is fierce and there is no flaw. I admit that I am slightly inferior in swordsmanship." From the previous confrontation, it is not difficult to see that the man in front of me is His swordsmanship has reached its peak.
Even if he lags behind by a large level, he can still close the gap in cultivation. If he continues to use swordsmanship as an offensive in the battle, Xuanyuan Panlong will naturally lose.
But now it's different from the past. In his hand, he has the best spiritual sword made by Yaolong Holy Land, and he also has martial arts that adapt to each other.
"At the fingertips of your peers, your strength may be invincible, but don't forget that in this world of the jungle, there are many ways to win!"
After the words fell, Xuanyuan Panlong raised his big hand, and a powerful spiritual power instantly condensed into the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.
In an instant, a golden dragon body suddenly condensed in the hall, and it continued to roar majesticly. Such a lifelike dragon elephant suddenly occupied the entire mansion.
Looking at the golden dragon elephant in front of him, Tang Ming was a little shocked.
"Isn't this a martial art that can only be learned by the Lin family? How did you, a member of the royal family, learn it?"
Then he remembered the other person's life experience, "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, you are the son of the Lin clan leader..."
Not everyone can learn the martial arts of Yaolong Holy Land. From the time Lin Yao handed over the silver dragon ring, he already knew that only people of the Lin family can learn the martial arts inheritance left by the real dragon.
"Spiritual advanced martial arts, golden dragon soaring into the sky!"
The spiritual energy exploded, and the spiritual power all over his body was like a spiritual sea. The illusory dragon body, like an ancient ferocious beast, immediately attached itself to the sword body, attacking instantly with endless pressure.
The powerful spiritual power tore through the floor, whipped up countless violent winds, and instantly pierced Tang Ming's heart with the sword.
