Chapter 630: Kill Prince Jing!

Chapter 630: Kill Prince Jing!

Chapter 630: Kill Prince Jing! (ask for monthly ticket)
Haha... Prince Jing's wild laughter echoed on the lake and was clearly heard by everyone.

The onlookers were stunned, with puzzlement on their faces. It was clear that from beginning to end, it was Zhao Duan who was beating Prince Jing violently. How come Xu Wen had gone insane?
However, in addition to a group of ordinary people, there were also many masters present. At this moment, with Prince Jing's reminder, many people saw the clues and their expressions changed slightly.

Prince Jing laughed loudly, as if on purpose:

“Zhao Duan! I don’t know what means you used to steal the power of Emperor Taizu and temporarily obtain this cultivation that does not belong to you. However, the laws of nature are unpredictable. You use your mere worldly cultivation to forcibly borrow such a powerful force. Do you think it will come without a price?

Haha, the longer you delay, the more your weak body will be unable to withstand the power of the dragon soul. So, have you felt it now? Your internal organs are being damaged? Your meridians are about to collapse?
The reason you stopped now is that you have to stop and slow down, right? But this is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one. If you don't stop and continue to forcefully use the power of heaven and man, I will be crushed by the dragon soul before I die!"

His voice was loud, and it was intentional.

The purpose, of course, was to stabilize the morale of the troops and tell Qingshan's masters about it. Otherwise, if Qingshan's people ran away, he would face the siege of a group of strong men and would really die in regret.

After hearing what he said, everyone looked at Zhao Duan, who was standing in the center of the fire, with blood constantly flowing out of his nostrils, ears and eyes, and was silent. Then they suddenly realized!

Yes!

How could there not be a terrible price to pay for forcibly borrowing power for such a long time?
"That's not right. Didn't Prince Jing also use Buddhist relics to improve his cultivation? Doesn't he have to pay a price?" Jin Jian questioned with a pale face.

Gongshu Tianyuan came over and said solemnly:

"Of course you have to bear it! However, don't forget that Prince Jing himself is a half-step celestial being, his true realm is much higher than Brother Zhao's, and he has been preparing for many years to accommodate the relic.

Moreover, during the battle between the two of them just now, although he looked very embarrassed, he was mainly on the defensive. Therefore, if the two of them continue to waste time, Brother Zhao will definitely be the first to give up! "

Jin Jian gripped the staff harder and harder, his knuckles turning pale, and he looked at the "Flame King" in the sky and murmured:

"What should we do? Oh, you brought a big..."

"Hmm..." The young priestess had just begun to speak when Gongshu Tianyuan blocked her words with a spell. The short and fat priest said nothing, with a gleam in his little eyes:
Based on his understanding of Zhao Duan, Brother Zhao must have some plans.

……

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

Under the scorching flames, every drop of blood was quickly burned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Zhao Duan felt the turbulent energy in his body and his internal organs bleeding everywhere. He smiled and looked at Prince Jing calmly:

"You guessed right, but it's enough to kill you."

He didn't deny it because it didn't make sense.

The power of the dragon soul is far stronger and more domineering than the relic. Zhao Duan can feel that he has not been able to fully stimulate the dragon soul.

The best plan is to stimulate Long Po to wake up and kill Prince Jing in a short period of time. In this way, the pressure he has to bear will be minimal.

However, unlike many small characters along the way who were easily broken at the slightest touch, Prince Jing, as the "chief of the eight kings", is indeed a hero and a powerful dragon who can compete with the empress for the world.

Therefore, if he could really kill the opponent quickly, it would be unrealistic.

"Are you sure there is enough time left for you?"

Prince Jing sneered, his eyes contemptuous: "Do you dare to use it again..."

The next second, Zhao Duan stood in the flames, with his arms raised and fists clenched, as if holding non-existent drumsticks. Then, he punched down with both fists at the same time out of thin air in front of him.

"boom!"

Everyone within a ten-mile radius heard a dull drumbeat.

At the same time, the complacent Prince Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to be hit hard by an invisible force, and he was smashed into the water, causing circles of waves!

But at the same time, Zhao Duan, who was beating the drum, also spat out a mouthful of blood, and more and more blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

"Distant Mountain Breaking Drum"? !

In the sky, Wu Xiankui, who were fighting, heard the drum sound and briefly cast his gaze downwards.

There was a strange look in his eyes.

This move was a martial art created by Emperor Taizu of the Yu Kingdom in ancient times, but it was said to have been lost later and no one among the royal family members mastered it anymore.

Today I got what I saw.

"How dare you be distracted when fighting with me?" The empress's eyes became fierce, and the sword swung out like a streak of silk, leaving a scarlet sword mark on Wu Xiankui's chest.

"Wow!"

Prince Jing flew out of the lake, his eyes filled with fear and astonishment: "Are you crazy?!"

He could see that Zhao Duan's strategy was completely "hurt the enemy 800 and hurt yourself 1,000".

"Why do you say that, Your Highness?" Zhao Duan smiled, raised his hands again, and beat the drum in the air.

"boom!"

At the second drum sound, Prince Jing screamed again and was thrown into the water. When he emerged, his face was grim and he shouted:
"If you keep beating the drum like this, you'll definitely be the first to die!"

Zhao Duan's blood had already dyed his chest red, but he still smiled calmly:

"I have signed a military order in Longting. If I don't kill you, you will die."

After that, the third drum beat fell.

"boom!"

After three blasts of the drum, Prince Jing was severely weakened, and the relics in his body became dim.

Zhao Duan almost turned into a bloody man. The flames under his feet began to shrink, and the power of the Red Flame Holy Armor was about to be exhausted.

"Then let you die first!"

Prince Jing was furious. He no longer retreated but stomped hard on the lake water and rushed towards Zhao Duan.

He must interrupt this guy's Yuanshan Pozhen Drum, otherwise even if he wins in the end, his internal injuries will not allow him to live for more than a few years!
Zhao Duan had no choice but to stop beating the drum and once again fought Prince Jing in close combat with punches and kicks.

No skills, just brute force.

The two men wrestled in the water like a dragon and an elephant entangled, and Zhao Duan really had no thought of cherishing his life at all, and fought more and more frantically. Soon, Prince Jing was frightened, he was afraid!

At this moment, he saw determination in Zhao Duan's calm eyes. He realized that the other party was really fighting desperately. And if the other party really wanted to fight to the death and didn't want his life, would he be able to keep him?
The answer made Xu Wen shudder.

So, at this moment, after another fist fight, Prince Jing turned around and ran, leaving everyone behind, running wildly towards the east. As long as he could run away and delay for a while, Zhao Duan himself would die.

"Want to leave? It's too late." Zhao Duan smiled faintly, "This governor's banquet is not for you to come and go as you please."

As he spoke, Zhao Duan took a slow step forward, and a glow began to emanate from his body. An inspiration suddenly came to him, and he practiced the boxing techniques from the beginning of the Martial God Diagram, with one punch and one kick, that Old Xu had performed on the top of the mountain.

After he performed a few moves, he was surprised to find that the dragon soul in his body became more and more handy. Unfortunately, Prince Jing had taken the opportunity to escape for a long distance and was about to disappear.

Zhao Duan had no choice but to stop, and with a disdainful look he slapped out his palm and grabbed with his five fingers!
The galaxy is upside down!

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the Martial God Picture, the night when he and Lao Xu were on the snowy plain, gazing at the Mubei Forest.

At that time, Emperor Taizu struck out with one palm, and all the stars in the sky fell down.

And as Zhao Duan used this palm technique from the mortal realm that he had not used for a long time.

The Dongxuan Lake is ten miles in radius, and countless clouds in the sky are madly converging towards him.

"Ah..." Chen Wang and his wife felt the strong wind blowing and their faces changed color.

On Yutou Mountain, Zuo Tang and other martial artists saw that the trees on the mountain were swaying and leaning towards the man in the center of the lake, like a group of ministers paying homage.

On Daluo Island.

Countless local people first heard three "thunders", and then saw the sky change color and clouds gather. They couldn't help but drop the "Spring God statue" they were carrying and kneel down to worship, thinking that it was the Spring God appearing. Prince Jing, who was about to escape into the mountains, only felt an overwhelming suction coming from behind him.

He struggled as hard as he could, but like a small boat caught in a whirlpool in the deep sea, he was forced backwards madly and passively. The scene in front of him changed, and with a bang, he crashed into a bloody body.

Zhao Duan's laughter came from behind his neck, which was very close:
"Don't look back, my lord. I am the Grand Ancestor."

Prince Jing was stunned for a moment and didn't understand, but realized that he was being hugged by Zhao Duan at this moment.

He tried to break free!
But no matter how he struggled, Zhao Duan's hands never relaxed at all.

"What are you going to do?!" Prince Jing was puzzled. What was the purpose of this kind of confinement and restraint?

Don't want to let yourself escape?

Not only him, but countless people watching at this moment had the same doubts.

I don't understand Zhao Duan's intention.

But the next second, everyone's doubts were resolved.

Zhao Duan, whose breath was beginning to weaken, looked ferocious for the first time. He gathered his Qi and shouted:

"Chen Gui! Fire!"

fire!
On Yutou Mountain, somewhere in the dense forest.

When Tang Ping heard the shout, he felt a numbness in his spine, his eyes widened, and he thought something was wrong. He turned his head and looked at Chen Huoshen, trying to stop him: "No!"

Zhao Duan actually wanted to use himself as a cage to lock up Prince Jing by force and attract the Tianyuan cannon!
perish together?

This word flooded into Tang Ping's mind, but he was a step too late. He watched Chen Huoshen, who was almost insane, with red eyes and laughing wildly, pulling the "trigger"!
The fuse is lit!
Then, the pattern on the barrel of the huge Tianyuan cannon, which was as big as a house, lit up, and a terrifying aura brewed.

At the foot of the mountain, the moment Gongshu Tianyuan heard the word "fire", he understood something and was horrified.

As the maker of the cannon, how could he not know the destructive power of this cannon?

Brother Zhao asked for death... Gongshu Tianyuan looked horrified and turned to look towards Yutou Mountain.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from somewhere on the mountain.

That is a "sun".

Before anyone could come to their senses, a miniature "sun" flew out from Yutou Mountain and swallowed up Zhao Duan and Prince Jing in the blink of an eye.

Then, the world seemed to be quiet.

All sounds disappeared.

The huge roar caused everyone's ears to be temporarily deafened, and everyone only saw a mushroom cloud rising.

Then, two bodies that were not human-shaped flew out from the center of the explosion, one after the other.

The Red Flame Holy Armor on Zhao Duan's body cracked with a "crack" and spider-web-like cracks appeared, and it was completely destroyed.

Prince Jing was even more miserable. Not only was his protective armor shattered, his entire body was almost turned to charcoal, and his flesh and blood were blurred. It was only the incredibly powerful vitality of the Heaven and Man Realm that still supported his survival. Even though he was so miserable, he was still trying hard to repair his body.

The shot, which was comparable to a full-strength attack from a celestial being, finally secured victory when the two were already crippled.

The first ones to be shocked were the onlookers.

Chen Wang and his wife had already fallen to the ground, and they and the other guests were at a loss as to what to do.

The moment the cannon was fired, Duan Shuiliu quickly fled hundreds of feet away, staring at the direction of Yutou Mountain with a confused look on his face: "Cannon? Is this a cannon?"

Senior Brother Qingshan's worldview was impacted.

Chai Keqiao, Xiao Ran, Qi Ye and other warriors were also horrified, but they didn't know what was going on. They were shaken and wondered if the court had ambushed a fifth celestial being?

Princess Lu Yan'er and Ji Yue distanced themselves from each other, both women looking shocked.

Yuxiu and Jinjian are not much better than others.

Gongshu Tianyuan was the only one in the audience who looked at the mushroom cloud and muttered, "This is getting out of hand..."

"Cough...cough..."

Finally, a cough broke the silence.

At the bottom of the almost dried-up lake, the bloody Prince Jing stood up again, stepping into the air one step at a time and rising shakily. However, one of his arms was broken and half of his shoulder was almost blown off. If it weren't for the relics in his body, it would be hard to imagine that he could still move in this state.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Prince Jing smiled miserably, staring at a lump of charcoal and blood-stained clothing that happened to fall on a large wooden board in the distance, and laughed loudly:

"Zhao...Zhao thief...in the end, you were the first one to give up...I won...hahaha..."

He believed that Zhao Duan was killed in the explosion.

Yes, he was almost crushed by the dragon soul, and then he had to withstand a shot from the Tianyuan cannon. He was already in such a miserable state, how could the man named Zhao still be alive?

Prince Jing laughed and laughed until he could no longer laugh...

Because in his field of vision, in that pool of blood-stained clothing and charcoal, something moved, and then...

In full view of everyone, a broken scarecrow actually emerged from the clothes.

It is only the size of a palm, covered with straw of seven colors, and its black gemstone-like eyes emit a strange light.

But at this moment, the scarecrow seemed to have suffered injuries that it should not have suffered. Although it tried its best to stand up and attempted to somersault, it only took one step before it fell into pieces and became motionless.

"Life and Death Puppet!"

The knowledgeable Yuxiu exclaimed.

"Wow!"

At this time, a naked figure suddenly emerged from the lake. Zhao Duan's face was pale and his breath was weak, but he had no injuries on his body. He was floating in the water, holding on to a piece of wood, barely keeping himself from sinking. He smiled weakly:

"Prince Jing, who do you think won?"

Like being struck by lightning!

At this moment, Prince Jing looked at Zhao Duan in silence, and suddenly shouted without hesitation:

"Protect the king! Go!"

He turned around and flew away without any reluctance!

The Qingshan masters who heard his order were still in a daze, and for a moment they didn't know whether they should continue to support Prince Jing.

At the critical moment, only a female sorceress in green flew over decisively and headed straight for Prince Jing.

"Princess!" Prince Jing was deeply moved, feeling mixed emotions. He never expected that at the critical moment, the only person he could rely on was the "fake princess" he had been using!
Lu Yan'er silently crossed the water and came to Prince Jing's side, and heard Prince Jing whisper quickly:
"Take me away! I am exhausted! I can't hold on any longer. The man surnamed Zhao probably doesn't have the strength to catch up with me. Let's go..."

However, Zhao Duan just said calmly: "Do it!"

"puff!"

Lu Yan'er suddenly thrust out a sword, piercing Prince Jing's heart. The tip of the sword entered Prince Jing's back and came out from his heart, with blood gushing out of his blood trough.

The spring breeze blew and the whole place was silent.

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There is no break this time, and the update almost failed due to a stuck point

(End of this chapter)