The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Knowing everything in the heart, you have to fight on the sword in the end.

At this moment, Prince Xuantong and Yuan Wuxiang stopped talking too much, and each made their strong moves almost at the same time.

Almost even the time for probing was directly avoided, and the atmosphere in the battle was pushed to the extreme just after the fight.

Murong Bai and Zi Yufen who were watching the battle were all amazed and filled with emotion.

Even because of the turbulent sword wind, he had to retreat dozens of steps to avoid getting involved in the too fierce battle between Prince Xuantong and Yuan Wuxiang.

In a short time, several moves have been made. Among the two, one is the head of the three major swordsmen recognized by the forest prison, and the other is the leader of the Southern Sect who is one of the two talents of Taoism. Neither of them is much better than the other.

Inviting and moving, all the past enmity is put on the sword.

"The gnatfly transforms into an environment!"

Seeing that Yuan Wuxiang succeeded in raising his sword several times, while the appreciation in his eyes became more and more intense, Prince Xuantong mobilized Neiyuan and finally used the unique moves he had learned, intending to decide the winner.

The chirping of gnats and insects followed the sword, and brought a killing light like silk, which was hard to guard against.

Although Yuan Wuxiang saw that Prince Xuantong's move was powerful, he did not transform into the form of Xuantong in his hand to defend, but still held the sword to fight, as if he had made up his mind. In this battle, he Only willing to meet the enemy with the sword!

Of course, although it is said that the Southern and Northern Sects are true, the Southern Sect has always been good at fists and palms, but in terms of swordsmanship, Yuan Wuxiang's ability is not weak at all.

With a flick of his finger, he flicked the Yinpu Taoist sword, and with the sound of clanging, the light in Yuan Wuxiang's eyes suddenly fixed.

"At the beginning of the original Dao, the sword aided the world!"

Immediately absorbing Qi into the sword, accumulating Dao into killing, it is Yuan Wuxiang's ultimate swordsmanship, the sword of Yuan Dao!

With strong moves, no one could get half of the bargain, but the brilliance in Prince Xuantong's eyes became much more radiant because of this.

Although he has already noticed the faint abnormality that Yuan Wuxiang showed during the battle, but at this moment in the battle, he cannot be distracted in any way.

What's more, Yuan Wuxiang's ability to use swordsmanship at this moment is not at all inferior to that of Michizane Kita Yoshihide who had fought against him back then!

At the same time, the heart was awe-inspiring, and Prince Xuantong suddenly felt a sense of joy when he saw Lie Xin, and he did not have any reservations about making a move.

"One Qi Xuantong!"

This sword fight reached its peak, and Yuan Wuxiang, who was surrounded by Prince Xuantong's sword moves, became more and more maddened in his eyes.

"what--"

"In the original way, Jianyuan Myriad Things Sect!"

After a long cry, Yuan Wuxiang urged his own Yuan Gong to the extreme, using the method of combining human swords into one, turned into a flash of sword light, and went straight to meet Prince Xuantong.

The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the maple red like fire.

But after the duel, the two have already decided the outcome.

With the disappearance of the sword energy and the sound of the insects' chirping, compared with Yuan Wuxiang, the scorpion sword in the palm of Xuantong Crown Prince was only a hair's breadth away from Yuan Wuxiang's neck in advance.

Just a little more force, Yuan Wuxiang's head should be beheaded by the sword of Prince Xuantong.

Murong Bai, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't bear to step forward to save people, but in the end he forcibly held back his movements.

He believes in the character of Prince Xuantong, and even more believes that even if the situation is at this point, Yuan Wuxiang is by no means completely powerless to fight back.

It's just that Yuan Wuxiang seemed to have lost his fighting spirit at this time, and he didn't intend to resist any more, so Murong Bai secretly lifted his spirits and was ready to take action at any time, just in case.

But fortunately, just as Murong Bai expected, Prince Xuantong stood holding the sword and looked at Yuan Wuxiang for a while, then suddenly put away the sword in his hand and threw it back on the purple rest Within the sword frame on his back.

Then he raised his eyes to look at Yuan Wuxiang, and said seriously, "There is a cry hidden in your sword."

"Killing you like this won't do me any good."

Yuan Wuxiang frowned slightly, and couldn't help humming softly.

But the tightly clenched hands showed that Yuan Wuxiang's heart was not at peace at the moment.

He was defeated in the end, at the hands of Xuantong, the crown prince of Sen Prison.

No matter how hidden helplessness he has in today's defeat, defeat is defeat, and no one can refute it.

"The enmity between you and me is settled."

Looking at Yuan Wuxiang who was silent, Prince Xuantong suddenly made another statement and made a new agreement, "When you find the right way in your heart, I will fight with you with all my strength."

After finishing speaking, he directly signaled Zi Yufen to see off the guests.

After all, the fight is over now, and this Maple Leaf Forest is his territory.

Chapter 748 Healing Possibility

Chapter 748

After Yuan Wuxiang and Murong Bai left together, Zi Yufen, who had been silent for a long time, finally found it difficult to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

With a little resentment, he yelled at Prince Xuantong, "My prince, he killed your brother, but you bestowed such kindness on the enemy, aren't you afraid that your brother will not be able to rest in peace under the nine springs? "

However, to Zi Yufen's surprise, Prince Xuantong responded to his brother's words with a meaningful sneer, "Brother? Ha!"

Prince Xuantong moved his eyes away from a maple leaf twirled on his fingertips, and turned to look at Zi Yufen with deep eyes.

How can there be any family affection in the prison?

If I hadn't recognized this point long ago, why would I have come to a difficult situation alone, and practiced asceticism in this world with a posture that seemed to be in exile.

However, regarding the filth between himself, his father, and his brothers, he didn't need to tell Zi Yufen in detail.