Many people were curious, and most of them felt that Wuxiang Killing the Sky could win. Prince Jin Crow was indeed at a disadvantage, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

"Do you still need to ask this? Prince Jin Crow is a friend of Emperor Lu Tian. You must know that luck is sometimes a kind of strength!"

The man replied, argued with reason and said this.

For a moment, many monks were stunned. Some monks wanted to say something, but in the end they kept silent because what this person said... really makes sense.

That's it, time passed by little by little.

The time for a cup of tea has long passed.

Ten thousand miles away, the two fought and pushed westward for five thousand miles. At this moment, the two were covered in blood. The Prince of Jinwu was the most serious injury, and Wuxiang Shitian was not much better.

To be honest, Prince Jinwu did underestimate Wuxiang Shitian's strength. He suffered a great loss, not because of his contempt, but because he did not expect the other party to be so powerful.

The body is terrifying, comparable to a real dragon. One punch and one palm can shatter a star.

Prince Jin Crow was covered with blood, and his bones were broken three or four times. If he hadn't been a divine beast, he had the bloodline of the Golden Crow and healed himself quickly, he would have been defeated long ago.

However, there were several terrifying scratches on Wuxiang Shitian's chest, which were visible to the bones, bloody, and the flesh turned outward, making people frown.

“It’s time to end!”

At this point, Wuxiang Shitian took a deep breath, and his voice resounded for thousands of miles, causing countless monks to frown. I wonder what his words meant.

The next moment, Wuxiang Shitian slowly stretched out his hand, and each had a silver dragon bracelet in his wrists.

Buzzing!

The runes of the Great Dao permeated from the bracelet, and then the runes were imprinted on his body.

In an instant, Wuxiang Shitian's strength increased wildly. His body was like a pour of divine iron, surrounding the divine light. With every move, the space was shaken, and Wuxiang Shitian's strength was greatly improved.

"roar!"

A terrifying dragon roar sounded, and a silver dragon phantom lingered on him. Although he was also in the early stage of the Immortal Saint, his strength increased greatly at this moment, and he had to increase a small realm and reach the middle stage of the Immortal Saint.

When they reach the genius level, their combat power will be far better than the current realm, so he is not suppressing the realm. Arriving at the middle stage of the Immortal Saint is equivalent to a surge of nearly a hundred times its strength in an instant.

Buzzing!

Billions of stars shook, and at this moment, ten thousand miles away, the sun and the moon were gone, and the sky was full of light, as if it was destroyed.

"Horror! In the rumors, the great geniuses of the gods will suppress their own realm and pursue the ultimate battle. They never thought that this was true. He used his supreme holy weapon to seal the realm and suppressed them in the early stage of the Immortal Saint Realm. When he really fought, he lifted the ban and was worthy of being a geniuses of the gods."

"The Prince of Jinwu is sure to lose."

"I hope it's not too much. If I kill Prince Jin Crow, it will cause great trouble."

"There is almost no chance of winning."

"Lost!"

People talked and watched the battle in the distance. Now Wuxiang Killing the Sky lifted the ban, showing his true strength, destroying the world, and making people feel desperate. Countless monks subconsciously believed that Prince Jinwu would definitely lose.

"Now, do you still dare to say that Prince Jin Crow will win?"

Some monks of the gods sneered and looked at the monk who thought Prince Jinwu would win just now, and said sarcastically.

"I still believe that Prince Jinwu will win!"

The latter was extremely serious and said this, but he got all kinds of ridicule.

"Da Luo Long Fist."

Boom!

Ten thousand miles away, Wuxiang Killing the Sky and Killing the Sky, the Great Luo Dragon Fist, and in an instant, the dragon roar shook the world, resounding even more than the thunder of heaven. A thousand-foot dragon shadow killed Prince Jinwu at a very fast speed.

Bang!

There was almost no suspense. Prince Jin Crow was blown away by a punch, his body was cracked, his soul almost shattered, and his golden blood was spilled into the sky, which was a terrible sight.

"Brother Jinwu!"

"Fellow Daoist Jinwu!"

After seeing this scene, everyone in Zuixianfang couldn't help but change their faces. They stood up one after another, worried about Prince Jinwu.

"Senior Brother Changsheng, judging by this posture, Wuxiang Shitian probably had murderous intentions. You should help me quickly."

Taishang Xuanji spoke and begged Lu Changsheng for help.

"Yes, Senior Brother Changsheng, Brother Jinwu is in danger."

The Peacock King also spoke. He wanted his father to take action, but he knew that his father would never take action. It was not that he would not help, but that his father also said before he came that the Immortal King would not move, and he would not move. Once he took action, the next big battle would be the battle of the Immortal King.

"No hurry, Brother Jinwu will win."

However, Lu Changsheng was not in a hurry, but just spoke indifferently.

After saying this, in Zuixianfang, the Supreme Mystery, Ye Rujin and the Peacock King were stunned.

Stop talking about them, many monks of the gods also heard what Lu Changsheng said.

After all, the Golden Crow Prince left without the Golden Crow God Bell suppression, so the voice would naturally be heard by other monks.

Which monks in the ancient city are not strong? As long as they are willing, all the sounds in the city can be heard, and some truly powerful monks can also intercept the other party's spiritual sense to transmit voice.

Naturally, what Lu Changsheng said was basically heard by all the monks.

"It's ridiculous! I've been like this, but I dare to say that I can win? What's the point of winning?"

"It's indeed ridiculous. This golden crow breaks through the early stage of the Immortal Saint, and it is impossible to break through the realm in a short period of time. Lord Wuxiang, his true strength is the middle stage of the Immortal Saint, and he is a peerless genius himself. A small realm gap is a hundred times gap. How can the Golden Crow clan win?"

"Lu Changsheng, you are indeed very strong, but for the real genius of my god clan, it is still not enough. The most important thing is that you are blindly confident, which is simply sad and lamentable!"

"Yes, although you are very strong, it's a pity that you are too confident. I really don't know who gave you the confidence."

"The skill practiced by Master Wuxiang is the Daluo True Dragon Tribulation. Although it is not the legendary ancient true dragon method, it is the supreme magical power closest to the ancient true dragon method. The Golden Crow clan is overestimating its own abilities."

"I'm really going to laugh so hard, I'm going to be the Emperor Lu Tian? You're so good at this name... you're so blind and confident."

The monks of the gods spoke one after another. They almost realized that as long as they did not insult Lu Changsheng and the people behind him, it would be fine to talk a few words.

It was just that some monks of the gods were about to humiliate Lu Changsheng, but immediately realized Lu Changsheng's strangeness and changed their words, fearing that they would be struck by lightning.

However, Lu Changsheng in Zuixianfang looked at the battle thousands of miles away with a very calm look.

He withdrew his gaze and glanced at the monks of the gods in other restaurants. His face was calm, but he still spoke slowly.

"Have you heard of... words and deeds follow?"

Lu Changsheng's voice sounded, and all the monks were stunned.

They want to say something, but they don’t know why, they just can’t say it!

Boom!

At this time, thousands of miles away, Prince Jinwu no longer looked like a human. His bones were broken and his soul became much darker.

Almost dying.

It is really unimaginable how Prince Jin Crow could win this fierce battle.

At this moment, Wuxiang Shitian seemed to turn into a silver dragon, and his murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

In his eyes, Prince Jinwu was already a dead person.

"die!"

Wuxiang Killing the Sky came out and turned into a real dragon, trying to completely kill Prince Jin Crow.

But at this moment.

The voice of Prince Jinwu slowly rang.
Chapter completed!