Fighting the Martial Universe

Chapter 1943

Ji Yuyue said: "Don't you promise to be so happy, some things, really do, I am afraid it is more terrible than death."

Zhang Mofan realized that what Ji Yuyue asked him to do might not be that simple, but he still nodded and said: "As long as I don't do something against humanity, I can promise you."

"it is good!"

Ji Yuyue said: "There is one more thing, I need to remind you, are you really the prince of the Zhang Dynasty?"

"What do you mean by this?"

Zhang Mofan's face changed slightly, and his voice became cold.

"I always thought you were the prince of the Zhang Dynasty, and you also have enough talents and talents. However, I suddenly thought of one thing. You did not inherit the fighting spirit of Zhang Tianxia and Yao Qing."

Ji Yuyue said.

"The fighting spirit has inherited it, or it may not inherit it. Moreover, I have a soldier symbol pattern on my body, which is enough to prove my identity."

Zhang Mofan explained.

Many next generations will inherit the fighting spirit of the previous generation, but it is not absolute.

In his opinion, Ji Yuyue doubted his identity, which made him a little angry, or that he had accepted the fact that he was the son of Zhang Tianxia and Yao Qing in his heart.

Now, Ji Yuyue told him that he may not be the prince of the Zhang Dynasty.

"Are you a prince or not? Maybe you will know if you beheaded this time. If you are really a prince, Zhang Tianxia might not make a move, and it is impossible for Yao Qing not to make a move."

After saying this, Ji Haoyue's figure has slowly disappeared, and Zhang Mofan's thoughts have also been directly pulled back.

However, he was still in deep thought, and he hadn't calmed down for a long time, obviously being affected by Ji Yuyue's words.

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At the same time, barbaric territory.

Eighth Master squatted on the ground, looking at King Xiaoyao who was lying on the ground in a panic, and said: "The strength is really good, but you are still too tender. You are indeed from the old age, but in terms of combat experience, what seven kings are you? I can't even catch up with the horse."

While talking, Ba Ye also patted Xiaoyao Wang's face.

If other people saw this scene, Xiaoyao King, one of the dignified Seven Kings, would actually fall to the ground and be slapped on the face, and would definitely be shocked to speak.

"Slaying Demon Saint, I admit that you are powerful and I am not your opponent, but you want to unify the Seven Kings and dream."

Xiaoyao Wang said angrily: "In the previous battle, if you hadn't been overshadowed by you, it would be extremely difficult for you to defeat me."

"You people of the old age should have been like the ancestors of the Qinglong, shrunken up honestly, actually wanting to unify our seven kings."

"Today, we want to see how you can unite our seven kings."

At this moment, powerful figures swept over from a distance. There were six figures, and they were the other six kings.

King Li Guang, King Chuangtian, King Tota, King of Freedom, King Kong, King of Dark Moon.

The Six Kings appeared, directly surrounding the Eighth Master.

Eighth-ye saw this scene, so he drew his ears and said, "You six are finally here, and I thought you were not there anymore."

He had long guessed that the other six kings were all hidden, and he acted on King Xiaoyao in order to force them to show up.

"Do you know what is the most boring thing in a game of chess?"

Ba Ye asked.

The Dark Moon King was a beauty, dignified but not majestic, and responded, "What is it?"

Ba Ye said: "Just before the start of this round of chess, I know how the enemy will move next, how to move the first step, and how to move the second move."

"Your first step is to send the Xiaoyao King to give this seat a prestige. No matter what kind of response this seat will make, you will not pay attention to this seat, because in your opinion, this seat is a by the age. The eliminated person, right?"

"However, you did not expect that this work would use such a direct means to force you to appear."

"Now, you have no other choice but to join hands and take a shot at this seat."

Listening to the analysis of the Eighth Master, the faces of the Seven Kings also showed anger. Their Seven Kings commanded the entire barbarian territory and had never been so humiliated.

"Slaying Demon Saint, your analysis is right. Do you think you can unify the Seven Kings? We have all seen your battle with Xiaoyao King just now."

King Kong said: "Xiaoyao King is the weakest of the seven of us. You can defeat him, but you cannot defeat us."

The Eighth Master sighed and said, "You seven kings are really idiots, let's show you something."

While talking, the Eighth Master held a jade slip in his hand and smashed it to pieces. A phantom emerged from the inside. He was huge and eight feet tall.

King Kong saw the phantom, with an incredible expression in his eyes, and said, "Ancestor!"

The King Kong King belongs to the King Kong Giant Bear Clan, and the King Kong Giant Bear Clan was one of the 36 tribes back then.

The ancestors of the giant bear tribe did not look at King Kong, but looked at the sky above, as if they were taking an oath: "Everyone who is descended from the giant bear tribe of King Kong will follow the Demon Slayer to the death. , Otherwise I will be a traitor to the King Kong Giant Bear Clan."

The traitor joined the word, his voice was not very loud, but the trembling King Kong King's eardrum was constantly trembling.

"This? It's not true."

King Kong shook his head repeatedly, unwilling to admit it.

"Well, this is not true."

The Eighth Master shook his head, then looked at the other six kings, and said: "Yes, you have them too, do you want to see?"

King Li Guang, King Chuangtian, King Tota, King Free, King Dark Moon, King Xiaoyao six people, each with an ugly face, this Demon Slayer Saint actually mastered the oath of their ancestors.

"If you don't want to admit your blood and want to violate the ancestral oath, you don't have to follow this seat."

Eighth Master said: "However, this seat can tell you that if you want to go further, you must rely on this seat."

"What do you mean by this?"

Wang Li Guang asked.

"This is the only strong man who is closest to the'Heaven'~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if you cultivate for 10,000 or 100,000 years, your cultivation base can only be stuck in the title of the holy, even better than your own. Disadvantage, your strength will never be stronger than Zhang Tianxia and Qin Zheng."

Eighth Master carried his hands behind his back and turned his back to the Seven Kings Dao: "But this seat has really explored the mysteries of the heavens and the earth, knowing everything, why we can't cultivate the fighting spirit, why the martial art is titled the most holy, and we can't go further."

Listening to the Eighth Lord's words, the Seven Kings finally moved in their hearts. All seven of them have cultivated to the title of the Most Holy, and naturally they all want to go further.

However, they have been practicing for more than 20 years, except for their improvement in martial arts, as for the martial arts, they are completely immobile.

Is there a higher level in the title of the sacred?

Why can't the fighting spirit be practiced and can only rely on the fighting spirit technique?

They all want to know all this.

[The excitement continues in the evening, tomorrow's plot is almost beheaded! 】

(End of this chapter)