Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 728: Flame Burning Heaven Judgment

"Yes, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the end of the world, Brother Jian, you need to put it down!"

6 Ming patted Jian Feiliu on the shoulder, without saying much.

For this kind of thing, it is difficult for outsiders to help, and you need to deal with it yourself.

Afterwards, each went back to the room.

Now, there are still twenty days before the battle of the Kings of Heaven officially begins.

6 Ming wants to improve his strength as soon as possible in these twenty days.

The six ancient families cultivated god-level techniques, and the Tianjiao among them was absolutely terrifying.

6 Ming himself has also practiced the god-level exercises, and the dragon battle technique, and he knows the terrible aspects of the god-level exercises.

Zhanlong Zhenju, which can cultivate ten times the true essence, has always been the basis for the powerful combat power of the 6 Ming.

Then, the same god-level technique is absolutely terrifying.

The battle of the Kings of Heaven will definitely be extremely tragic.

6 Ming entered the Supreme Temple, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient tree of enlightenment, took out a piece of the earth's upright spar, and began to practice.

Since the last time Jiuyang Supreme appeared and chatted with Liancang for a while, he returned to the Supreme Temple and fell into a deep sleep.

Crack!

Smashed the earth's upright spar, the artistic conception filaments, filled the whole body.

This fast upright spar is a middle-grade earth upright spar.

In a blink of an eye, more than a day passed, 6 Ming raised the earth's artistic conception to the pinnacle of a first-level achievement, and one step short of it would be able to break through.

At this time, 6 Ming felt a bottleneck.

Earth artistic conception, unexpectedly encountered a bottleneck in the first-level achievement. Like other kinds of artistic conceptions, 6 Ming practiced to the first-level limit in one breath before encountering the bottleneck.

The artistic conception of the earth is worthy of a special artistic conception, and it is not comparable to the nine common artistic conceptions.

Since encountering a bottleneck, 6 Ming stopped practicing and planned to take a walk outside.

Opened the door of the room and walked out, only to see a figure disappearing in a flash, heading outside.

"Brother Jian!"

6 Ming gazes.

The figure just now was Jian Feiliu. It is night now, and Jian Feiliu's look seems a little anxious. What's wrong?

Six Ming's expression moved, and he followed.

Jian Feiliu was extremely fast, like a phantom, bypassing several streets and appearing in a secluded alley.

6 Ming engraved an aura of convergence for herself, silently following Jian Feiliu, Jian Feiliu didn't notice it.

"Huh?"

6 Ming appeared on the roof of a house, looked down, and saw a woman in the alley.

It is the younger sister of Jian Feiliu.

"What are you calling me?"

Jian Feiliu looked at the woman in front of him with a cold voice.

"Brother, do you really hate me so?" The woman looked at Jian Feiliu and smiled miserably.

"Hate you? How come? People have their own ambitions. I can't force them. If I hate, I hate myself. I hate myself because of my low birth and low talent. Even if I practice hard, I still can't match that Wang Mang." Jian Feiliu laughed at himself.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

At this moment, the woman suddenly smiled tragically, her body trembled, and tears shed.

"What's the matter?" Jian Feiliu frowned.

"Brother, you want to save me, I want to leave the beast. Since following him, he hasn't treated me as a human being. He abused me every day, brother, I beg you, now, I only I can count on you."

The woman walked up to Jian Feiliu, grabbed Jian Feiliu's arm, and kept crying.

She rolled up her sleeves, and saw that her arm was covered with dense scars, and those scars were all weeds.

"That beast, tortured me every day, hitting me with a whip, leaving scars on my body, and was forbidden to heal my injuries. I really can’t stand it anymore. I want to leave him, brother, I want to leave him At the beginning, I shouldn’t have promised, I shouldn’t have promised."

The woman was crying again and again, tears kept streaming down.

"Beasts, beasts!"

The sword flew into his throat, roaring like a beast.

"Not good!"

On the roof, 6 Ming's eyes suddenly moved.

Not far away, there are a few streamers flying towards here extremely.

"Bitch, dare to try your old lover behind my back, bastard."

A roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The next moment, three figures landed in the alley.

"Wang Mang!"

The woman screamed, her face pale in fright without the slightest trace of blood.

"Jian Feiliu, my woman, you dare to touch, today, you will die!"

In Wang Mang’s eyes, a cold murderous intent flashed through his body, but a raging flame appeared on his body. This flame was purple, and the temperature was astonishing. The walls of the surrounding houses and the floor under his feet were actually directly Gasified.

To make the hard rocks directly vaporize, this kind of temperature is too terrifying.

"Flaming Sky Burning Technique!"

Jian Feiliu's pupils shrank sharply.

The Blazing Flame Burning Sky Art is a unique skill of the town and clan of the kings of the six ancient aristocratic families.

Boom!

Wang Mang stepped out, leaping towards Jian Feiliu, a war halberd condensed from flame appeared in his hand, and it was cut down towards Jian Feiliu.

Keng!

The sword sounded, the pupils of Jian Feiliu turned golden, and a golden war sword appeared in his hand. A golden sword light cut through the night, as if it could split the black night.

However, Wang Mang's halberd could not be split.

Boom!

The terrifying temperature burned everything. On the ground, a deep pit appeared. It was gasified by the flames. A golden and purple mixed energy rose up into the sky and went straight into the clouds.

Step on! tread! ...

Jian Feiliu retreated sharply, and his whole body was shining with golden light, resisting the terrifying temperature.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone is fighting, what a horrible movement!"

Nearby, countless people were startled and flew towards this side. Suddenly, figures appeared in all directions.

"That's the Blazing Flame Burning Heaven Art. It's the king's arrogance."

"Wang Mang, is Wang Mang, Wang Mang ranked 7oo in the Qianjiao list."

"The other person, it seems to be Jian Feiliu, he and Wang Mang met."

Around people, they were shocked when they recognized the two.

"Jian Feiliu, is this strength? It disappoints me too much!"

Wang Mang's whole body was shining with purple flames, like a fire god, with terrifying temperatures, overflowing, and even the air was burning. The place where Wang Mang stood was a vacuum zone.

He stepped out again, the flaming halberd cut through the night sky, slashing towards the sword.

The golden light on Jian Feiliu's body~IndoMTL.com~ is about to condense into substance, turning into a golden battle armor, worn on him, a golden sword light, once again violently slashed out.

This time, the sword flew farther back, and the golden light on his body trembled, as if about to collapse.

Huh! Huh!

The two old men who followed Wang Mang appeared beside the woman, one of them clasped the woman's shoulders.

"Brother!"

The woman yelled.

"Bitch, today, I will let you see with your own eyes how I killed your old lover."

Wang Mang drank coldly, wandered out, and killed Jian Feiliu.

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