Great Dao Ji

Prince Feng stood in the middle of the strong wind, his expression desolate. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, there was no trace of warmth anymore.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. Thousands of thunder snakes were flying in the sky. One man and one dragon were fighting fiercely in the black clouds. The momentum was unparalleled. The sky was filled with ripples for thousands of feet. The void was messed up by the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Fighting thousands of feet high in the sky, the interaction of energy and energy has shaken the entire royal city.

Before this, he had never seen the power of the Dragon King Armor, and he actually did not believe too much in Taizu Taizong's plan.

But now that he saw the real dragon flying in the sky, even Taoist Wang Quan who had defeated Pang Wanyang was blocked, the weight of the Dragon King Armor in his heart continued to rise.

King Quan Taoist can resist the Dragon King Armor who has not yet recognized his master, but what if he recognizes his master?

I'm afraid he is no match for me either.

Once the Dragon King Kai regards himself as the master, no matter what if he loses everything, he can still create an immortal dynasty with his hands!

Even if other war masters are born later, with the Dragon King Armor, he can lie dormant in the wild and protect himself without any problem.

And the heavenly and divine weapons rise and fall, and when the master of the weapons is gone, the other heavenly and divine weapons disappear. Between heaven and earth, who can stop me who owns the Dragon King's armor, or the Feng family? The descendant?

With this thought, he completely made up his mind.

"Yutian!"

King Feng landed on the viewing platform and ordered amid the howling wind:

"Follow me out of the royal city and do something your master has never done!"

Yutian, who was looking up to the sky to watch the battle, was heartbroken when he heard this, and turned to look at King Feng, whose clothes were flying in the wind:

"Your Majesty?"

"Obey the order!"

Prince Feng snorted coldly and walked away in the air.

The ghost grandma has been hiding in the underground palace for two hundred years, but she has not done anything except suppressing the Dragon King Armor.

In the past two hundred years, with the help of countless resources from the imperial court, a group of real masters have been cultivated. Cao Tiangang is the best among them. Although the others are not as good as him, there are many who have the spirit!

The thirty thousand eunuchs in the royal city are by no means inferior to any major sect in the world!

"Master, Your Majesty"

Yutian stood there blankly, looking at King Feng who was walking away, hesitant on his face, but he heard dragon roars exploding in the sky.

He gritted his teeth and turned around to give the order.

King Feng stepped into the air and left, but his actions were always watched.

As soon as he made a move, Han Changgong had already stopped in front of him.

"Your Majesty"

Han Changgong's expression trembled, and his whole body's arrogance rose.

The invisible true energy and divine will stirred the sky around him as his arms spread out. Under the intertwining of the true energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a wall of energy was formed that was like a substance.

Standing in front of King Feng:

"Those are your soldiers and civilians"

Until this moment, he still couldn't believe it. He had been assisting him for decades, watched him step by step from a poor prince to the throne, worked hard for decades, and pushed the country's power to the top of the Seven Kingdoms in one fell swoop.

Back to what it is now.

Can a divine weapon make him give up fifty million soldiers and civilians and Dafeng that they have guarded for decades?

"Hanchang Palace!"

King Feng's expression was indifferent, without any trace of warmth. As he stepped into the air, his divine will stirred in the sky.

His energy is like a dragon and his intention is domineering.

His martial arts were originally the martial arts of heaven and man stolen from the Dragon King's armor by successive kings of Dafeng over the past two hundred years.

Although he has not reached Wuji, he is definitely not comparable to ordinary divine veins!

The divine will soared into the sky, and it seemed to dye half of the dark sky red. The turbulent air waves were surging like magma under the influence of this red stream of light!

At the same time as the words echoed, an iron fist under the plain yellow clothes had already broken through the heavy airflow, and its domineering fist struck a hundred feet away. Amidst the turbulence of wind and thunder, it hit Hanchang Palace hard:

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!!!"

This punch almost burns will and determination!

It is the ferocity that destroys everything, completely severing the relationship between monarch and minister!

It's a completely ruthless punch!

Boom!

Thunder out of thin air!

Like a meteor falling into the sea, the ripples rose sharply, and a huge shock wave spread out in all directions, accompanied by the shattering and rolling Gangfeng Qi.

Bang!

After one punch, King Feng stepped out and punched again.

The fist moved like a dragon, cutting through the sky, carrying the surging and burning true energy. With a determined mind and spirit, he punched Han Changgong, who was bleeding from his seven orifices but was standing in front of him!

"God's will is unpredictable. I see everything, but I can't see myself. I have exhausted all the mechanisms, but it turns out that I am the cause of all this."

Han Changgong felt unspeakably sad.

Seeing the Tyrannical Dragon Fist coming across the sky, his divine will rose up and he was about to use his life-fighting method, the burning energy method.

Even if you completely dissipate into heaven and earth, I can't let you leave the royal city!

"Your Majesty!"

At this moment, another loud shout came from the sky.

Liu Changchang came through the air and blasted hundreds of feet with his true energy, knocking Hanchang Palace several dozen feet away and flying far into the night sky.

Boom!

The power of Ba Lie's fist poured into the earth, drawing a deep ravine several miles long in the large square of the royal city. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and earth and rocks flew everywhere.

"Your Majesty!"

Liu Changchang knelt on one knee in mid-air, looking like he was crying or smiling:

"I would like to ask you, what exactly do you want to do?"

What happened tonight happened too fast, and he didn't understand it for a while, but he had been in charge of the six doors for many years, and his mind was sharp, and he gradually surmised something.

Something he couldn't believe and couldn't accept.

"Didn't you already guess it?"

King Feng's long hair flew back, his clothes fluttered, and his fists rose up like a wolf smoke:

"Tell me your choice!"

"Your Majesty, I will always be your hawk, dog, and claw. If you want me to die, I will die."

Liu Yanchang knelt in the air, and the sharp sword energy around him rose and fell with the fluctuations of his mood, clanging.

He has never been a good person.

He has killed fellow apprentices, heroes, and civilians.

He has seized the position of his master, and framed his colleagues for the position.

He was called the dog of King Feng, and was hated by countless people, who called him a villain who was unworthy of the title of God of Capture.

"But"

He slowly raised his head, and tears seemed to flow down his wooden face:

"Dogs eat shit, but they don't eat the flesh and blood of their own kind"

Boom!

The voice was still floating, and the fierce fists wrapped in the surging wind and waves had already drowned it.

Then, the calm and cold voice of King Feng floated in the air:

"What's the point of keeping a disobedient dog?!"

Boom!

The true qi was broken, and the sound of bones and muscles exploding was accompanied by a mouthful of blood spilling in the air.

Liu Yanchang flew backwards for hundreds of feet, his court clothes and crown were shattered, and the black-soled cloud boots on his feet also shattered into pieces.

In the strong wind, his face was covered with his own blood.

"Brother Liu!"

In the night, Han Changgong's face changed.

He never thought that the one who would save him would be Liu Yanchang, the catcher who was called an eagle dog and the most obedient running dog by the people.

"Your Majesty, today..."

With a shrill and miserable laugh, Liu Yanchang, with his hair flying, stepped forward and drew his sword.

The goose feather sword hummed like a thunder dragon with its head held high, and swayed thousands of sword lights all over the sky, and the scattered light was like a galaxy, shining with the red flame:

"Minister, I want to be a traitor!"

Boom!

Boom!

In the sky, thunderclouds rolled, and the man and the dragon collided hundreds and thousands of times.

An Qisheng walked between the thunderclouds, moving a few miles with his body, fighting with the red-gold dragon.

The material of the Dragon King Armor was so hard that he had never seen it in his two lives. In the thousands of collisions with his full strength, there was not even a trace of wear. This strength was much stronger than any magic weapon he had ever seen.

Because of this, he didn't even use the King's Power Spear during this long battle.

The power of the Heavenly Man's Magical Weapon made him a little amazed.

Ripples appeared in his eyes, as if catching some invisible aura.

His spirit was extremely powerful, and even in this strong collision, he could feel what was happening below.

Han Changgong, Liu Yanchang, and the tens of thousands of eunuchs who came from all directions and went outside the royal city.

Boom!

After a collision, he pulled back thousands of feet, and the friction between the strong qi and the air flow produced a substantial flame, like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

He bathed in the flickering lightning snakes, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air:

"It's time to end it"

The divine weapons of heaven and man cannot be destroyed, but a weapon can never be invincible, especially since the Dragon King Armor has not yet recovered to its peak, and there is no weapon master to control it.

Ang~

As the sound waves vibrated, the red-gold dragon seemed to have sensed something and rushed out of the thundercloud. The dragon claws crossed the thunder and lightning snakes and grabbed An Qisheng.

Whoosh~

In the airflow that was more ferocious than a sword, An Qisheng stood still, his eyes half open and half closed, and his mind reached the limit.

Look at the red-gold dragon swooping down in the night under the thunderclouds of light and darkness!

The divine weapon of heaven and man is neither air nor spirit, it seems to be real, it is a magical weapon between reality and illusion, because it is indestructible, and has no flesh and blood, and almost no flaws.

However, almost is just almost, there is nothing perfect in this world.

Even heaven and man have flaws, let alone the divine weapon of heaven and man?

Crack!

Amidst the turbulent air flow, a thunder flashed across, briefly illuminating the night.

At this moment, An Qisheng's eyes suddenly brightened.

In the dragon head that was like a mountain, he saw a painful and twisted face flashing in the dragon's eyes!

Boom!

At this moment, An Qisheng completely exploded.

It was like a big sun suddenly shining, and the instantaneous light illuminated the gray night, as if it was going to penetrate the thundercloud.

Under the light that flashed and disappeared.

An Qisheng stepped in the air, raised his arm and slapped his palm. In the blink of an eye, 54,000 kinds of fist and palm changes were derived, and finally turned into a style of "Nantianmen"!

The towering divine gate reappeared, spreading the immortal light and Taoist essence, moving like a mountain, and crashing into the red-gold dragon.

It was this move again

There seemed to be a flash of mockery in the dragon's eyes.

But the next moment, this mockery turned into shock!

As the fists and palms changed, the style of "South Heaven Gate" suddenly opened!

Buzz~

The black and white colors intertwined in the sky suddenly turned into flowing light and flowed back.

In a trance, it seemed that an ancient god pulled out the pillar of heaven and whipped it down from the sky!

It was, the divine whip!

And his left arm, while bouncing, also started the South Heaven Gate, but turned into the "Immortal Slaying Platform".

Or, it is the "Dragon Slaying Platform"!

At the same time,

He stepped on his feet, and the violent and unparalleled strength instantly penetrated hundreds of feet in the sky, like a real tornado, falling down with a bang!

In the burning airflow of the blazing flames, he stepped on King Feng who had just sent out a dragon punch, knocking Liu Yanchang flying and spitting blood!

"Huh?!"

King Feng's heart was beating wildly just after he punched Liu Yanchang away, and he was filled with an unprecedented crisis.

He looked up at the sky and saw that Wang Quan Daoist, while fighting with Dragon King Armor,

stepped on him!

Like stepping on an ant!

Here is the third chapter. Good night, everyone. This chapter has a few hundred more words, so it is a bit slow.