The emperor's son was born, and the top ten female emperors came to propose marriage

Three trump cards, all in one space.

The record of the seven crowns is definitely not as good as the nine crowns.

There is nothing wrong with the Nine-Crown Champion refreshing his battle strength.

Through the dazzling light, all the great emperors saw Zhuo Bufan, the nine-crown king with sword eyebrows and stars.

"what…!"

"This Nine Crowns is too hard!"

"In order to be the first in combat power, it seems that one of my hands was broken."

The careful Tang Yan saw Zhuo Bufan's limp left arm and said.

Obviously hurt.

"Young people today are really dedicated!"

"This is just the first stage!"

"There's no need for that!"

The old Buddha of Wanfo Sect also noticed something was wrong, and said in a cold tone.

Qi Daolin took a closer look, and his face turned pale.

Indeed, Zhuo Bufan in that picture seemed to have dislocated his left arm.

There was still a little blood, dripping down the fingertips.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Is it necessary to fight so hard for a combat power first?"

Qi Daolin's old face trembled, and he thought to himself.

Suddenly, they saw a young man through the bronze monument.

The boy's body was full of energy and blood!

The boy flickered and disappeared in an instant.

Appeared again, and had already come in front of Zhuo Bufan, the Nine-Crown King.

The young man waved his fist, relying on his physical body, punched down in the air.

The fist was entwined with runes, like a flood, squeezing and deforming the air.

Zhuo Bufan's face darkened.

This time, he must not be careless.

He hastily raised his right hand, and terrifying spiritual mist gushed out one after another.

The spirit mist condensed into a wall, blocking the fist.

"Bang...!"

With a muffled sound, the spiritual mist dissipated, and the Nine-Crown King took another three steps back.

as of now.

Zhuo Bufan, who has always been steady, turned pale.

The other party's Saint Realm cultivation base, the power of one punch is enough to shake everything.

Among the quasi-emperors, no one could break through the thick wall he condensed with spiritual energy.

But now, he only took one punch.

With one punch, he took three steps back, which was really scary.

"What a terrifying power!"

"What kind of physique is this, Zhuo Bufan's spirit wall can't stop it."

Outside, Tang Yan saw this scene, opened his mouth wide, and muttered.

"No...impossible!"

Qi Daolin's lips trembled, his old face was a little uneasy.

He had a premonition that this year's Tianjiao list, Xiandian seems to be unable to get it.

This emperor is not only arrogant in person, but also in strength.

"Amitabha, this person has a predestined relationship with my Buddhism."

The old Buddha of Wanfo Sect squinted his eyes, said a Buddha's name, and said.

The Wanfo sect has gone the old way.

If you think it's good, you want to scale it up.

However, Qin Feng only showed the tip of the iceberg.

The real strength is reserved for beheading the son of luck.

There is no need to waste too many hole cards on this kind of mortal.

That's right, what a few crowns.

In Qin Feng's eyes, they are all mortals, just a little better than mortals.

Unless it is the Ten Crown King himself, he will take it seriously.

"Just relying on you, you still want to stop me, courting death."

Qin Feng didn't care about the combat power list.

Let's beat the two of them up first.

"One-finger detachment."

Qin Feng raised his index finger and pressed down on Zhuo Bufan.

Suddenly, a holy light appeared instantly.

The dazzling light made Zhuo Bufan's face sink again.

Under this finger, he smelled a hint of crisis.

"Baoshu, the mad dragon goes out to sea!"

Zhuo Bufan waved his right hand, mobilized the runes all over his body, turned them into treasures and secret techniques, and confronted Qin Feng's detachment with one finger.

In an instant, a flood dragon came out shiningly, bringing a gust of wind and showers.

It looks loud.

But Qin Feng looked disdainful, and continued to push his finger to escape, pressing down wildly.

Not everyone can possess ten fierce treasures, or ancient Dafa.

Like Zhuo Bufan's treasure technique, it's just a pure blood flood dragon technique.

Compared with Qin Feng, the difference is not a little bit.

"Shhhhh...!"

Wherever the holy light passed, it transcended everything, and Jiaolong was shivering under the pressure.

In the next second, Jiaolong was directly obliterated by the ancient Dafa.

"boom…!"

A loud bang.

Zhuo Bufan was shrouded in countless holy lights, unable to move.

Under the holy light, he seemed to see an angel and heaven.

The whole person was in a trance, with a frozen expression.

The physical body is being baptized by the holy light, and the soul has lost its function.

"hateful…!"

"What law is this?"

Eight-time champion Yang Anzhi cursed loudly, and rushed to help.

If he didn't make a move, Zhuo Bufan, the nine-time champion, would be gone.

"Precious technique, meteor fire shower!"

Yang Anzhi waved his hands, and countless flames fell from the sky, as dense as raindrops.

It enveloped Qin Feng and Zhuo Bufan in it.

Although it is possible to hurt Zhuo Bufan, but he can't care so much at this time.

As long as it can be saved.

The flames all over the sky made the surroundings rise steadily and suddenly.

Qin Feng still looked calm, motionless.

"Do you want to play group attack treasure technique with me?"

"Thunder Emperor's Precious Art, Thunder Sea"

Qin Feng grinned, slowly raised his left hand, and countless runes danced along with it.

In an instant, dark clouds covered Yang Anzhi's head, and thunder and lightning struck him.

"Boom...!"

Dozens of thunderbolts passed through the void.

It landed with lightning speed.

The speed of the thunder and lightning was so fast that Yang Anzhi was caught off guard.

"boom…!"

"boom…!"

"Crack...!"

With a loud bang, the whole space shook.

Where Yang Anzhi was, there was only a puddle of blood and two storage rings.

The majestic eight crowns!
Under the thunder and lightning technique, it was completely shattered.

"It's a pity that I couldn't devour his aura."

Qin Feng glanced at it, slightly disappointed.

In Qin Feng's hands, Emperor Zhun was as fragile as paper, vulnerable to a single blow.

Because of this slight distraction, the Nine Crown King Zhuo Bufan had a chance to breathe.

He hastily carved his name on the jade pendant and injected a stream of blood essence.

Then, he took a deep breath and rushed into the space door of the next link.

That's right, the one closest to him is the gate of space in the next link.

He didn't even want to enter the next space.

It's about saving your life.

"what…!"

"It's pretty slippery!"

Qin Feng looked at Zhuo Bufan who was running away, and slapped him with his backhand.

"Bang" sound.

A palm hit his back.

With ten thousand hectares of strength, he was sent to the next stage.

The Nine Crowns are not dead.

However, this palm was enough to hurt him.

Without 80 years, or many unworldly medicines, don't even think about restoring peak strength.

"Damn it, you slipped too fast!"

Qin Feng looked at the door of space and cursed loudly.

After finishing speaking, Qin Feng punched the door of space.

"Bang...!"

Under the huge force, the door of space swayed ripples one by one.

It almost fell apart.

"Don't let me meet you, meet you once, hit you once."

"Still trying to stop me."

"I have to say, Xiandian really knows how to play."

Qin Feng's last sentence was said while looking at the sky.

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