Chapter 1163

The primitive demon Kingdom, the Western battlefield, the demon cloud, the kaluro came into the world, and Wang Wei was astonished.

Over the battlefield, the wind swept the sky, and the dust filled the sky. The third most powerful man of the eight tribes appeared, and everyone's eyes looked in the past.

In the cloudy sky, the dragons roared in response to the coming people.

"Dragon, you're all right."

In the void, Gallo stands in the air, looking at the two winged dragon in the front of the cloud, light way.

"Gallow, congratulations on your freedom."

The dragon people open their mouths and answer the way.

"Congratulations, it's not necessary. The seven Yao demon emperor put me out just to make me work hard. Has the heaven demon royal family fallen to such a level that even a few shrimps and crabs can't cope with it?" He glanced at the army of the Holy Land in the distance and sneered.

"Don't be careless."

In the dark cloud, the Dragon public opened his mouth and said in a heavy voice, "today's Golden Lion clan is advancing by leaps and bounds, and the strong are like clouds. It's not so easy to deal with."

"Is it?"

Gallow light should be a step forward, step by step toward the front.

In the rear, in front of the demon army, XuanZhen looks at the back of challouluo, with a slight look.

Gallow, the variable of the eight tribes, did not expect that the two evil emperors would release him.

On the other side, before the army of holy land, the six holy land palace masters in golden armour looked at the figure coming in front of them, and their eyes flashed with color.

"Kaluro, the third most powerful of the eight tribes, is second only to Tianzhong and Asura, the demon God of war. This battle will not be too simple. Be careful." Shaluo opens his mouth and reminds him.

The five palace masters of Holy Land nodded. They had already learned the strength of Longzhong. Now, a stronger babuzhong came. This war is more and more difficult to fight.

"Who's going to do this?"

Roga, the Lord of the third house, opened his mouth with a heavy look.

"I'll come."

Dilu, the leader of the second palace, walked out. His powerful body contained the power to fight against the sky. He looked ahead and said in a deep voice, "Roga, sharo, you two should observe his moves carefully. It's up to you to defeat him."

Luojia's face coagulated and said, "be careful. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. I'm not afraid of losing once. If I lose, I'll get out immediately."

"Well"

ahead, Dilu answered and continued to walk forward.

Between the two armies, there was a confrontation between the kings, but the strong men who were also in the king's territory had different momentum.

Dilu, the burly Lord of the second palace of the holy land, is extremely domineering. His bronze muscles are full of explosive power. Among the twelve palace lords of the holy land, the most powerful are the physical ones. Even though Roga and Saro are the top two in strength, they are inferior in strength alone.

On the other hand, challouro stands in the void, his breath is introverted, and he doesn't look outstanding. However, everyone present knows that he is really strong.

In front of the army of holy land, Roga and Saro looked at the battle situation in front of them, with dark color in their eyes.

Dilu's strength is not weak, but the opponent is Gallo, this battle, I am afraid it will be difficult to play.

Between the two armies, there was a confrontation between the king and the war was imminent. The atmosphere was oppressive and breathless.

Dilu looked at the front of Gallo, his body taut, alert.

"Don't you dare to do it first? Let's go."

Seeing that the former didn't mean to make a move, he sneered, stepped out and disappeared.

It's hard for the naked eye to recognize the speed as fast as it can reach the limit. It's just in the twinkling of an eye that chalura has reached the head of the second palace of the holy land.

The sharp claw breaks the air, the wind howls, and the fierce sharp awn comes through the air, tearing the front's chest.

When the crisis hit him, Dilu subconsciously stepped back, avoided the claws in front of him, immediately yelled, clenched his fist, and made a strong return.

"Bang"

the amazing punch broke through time and space, and directly hit the body of challouro.

Outside the war situation, the strong men of the demons and the holy land were nervous and concerned about the result.

"Good strength, but too slow!"

In front of the battle, in the fierce air, the two figures appeared. In front of kalouluo's body, his wings closed to block the heavy fist.

Comparable to the wings of Jinshi, they are indestructible. Even though the strength of Dilu's fist is amazing, it's hard to hurt a cent.

The attack was ineffective. Dilu's face was frozen, and he drank deeply. His whole body was full of gold. A steady stream of strength poured out of his body. His right fist was raised and smashed down again.

"I'm not interested in fighting because I have only strength."

The dull color flashed on his face, and his figure flashed by. He came to the back of Dilu in an instant, and his palm flashed out and fell on the heart of the former.

"Er"

with a dull hum, Dilu's figure suddenly flew out more than ten feet, splashed blood and dyed the golden armor red.

"Dilu"

in front of the army of the holy land, the five palace masters of the holy land all changed their looks. No one thought that Dilu had been hurt before they fought with each other."The speed gap is too big, and diru's strength advantage can't be brought into play at all." Roga looked at the situation ahead, with a heavy look.

"Be ready to do it at any time." Saro said, warning.

"Well"

Roga nodded and breathed. There was no suspense about the outcome of the battle. It was not important to win a battle. The important thing was that there was no accident for Dilu.

Just when the two palace masters of holy land were ready to fight at any time, the battle in front of them became more and more fierce. The absolute strength was suppressed, and it was just a few moves, and Dilu was covered with blood.

The shining golden armor is now dyed vermilion. There is a broken gap in one place, and the blood is constantly flowing down, which is dazzling.

A hundred paces away, jialouluo stood still in the empty air. His claws protruded from his hands, and his blood dripped down, which made people scared.

Dilu stabilized his body, forced down the injury in his body, his eyes flashed the color of determination, and his whole body kept rising. Suddenly, his Qi and blood ignited and burned wildly.

In front of him, Gallo was a huge obstacle to the holy land. Before Roga and Saro found a way to deal with him, he could not be defeated like this.

"Huangniujin"

with a deep drink, a huge phantom of a strange beast appeared behind Dilu. In an instant, the sky of the whole war situation was shaking violently, which was hard to bear the terrible Wang Wei.

"Not good"

in the rear, Roga and sharo see the desperate moves of the second palace leader in front of them. Their faces change and their figures rush out towards the battlefield.

Between the two armies, in the war, when he saw his opponent fighting hard, he sneered even more. His wings vibrated, and his body was like lightning.

Fast, fast to the limit of speed, completely people can not see, Dilu heavy blow, a side of the world collapsed.

"Mang Fu, always just mang Fu, make the same mistake, stupid."

Behind Dilu, chaluro appeared, claws penetrating the body, directly penetrating the heart of the former.

"Er"

the hot blood gushed out of Dilu's chest, and his claws penetrated through his body, tearing his heart.

"Dilu"

Roga and Saro, who came from the rear, were shocked, and their faces were shocked.

Dilu stretched out his hand and grasped the master's claw, turned hard and said hoarsely, "I've got you. Now is the real strength of the bull."

With the sound of words falling, Dilu's body fell quickly and smashed to the mountain in the distance.

The next moment, an amazing shock sounded, outside the battlefield, a mountain collapsed, rocks flying, turned into stone rain.

After the earthquake, the dust and sand were flying all over the sky, and a figure with wings on its back was rising slowly. The winner was not in suspense, but no longer had the previous calm.

The blood in the corner of the mouth is as strong as gallow, and it can't be harmed in the last blow of the second palace of the holy land.

"Dilu."

Shalo's figure flashed and swept to the bottom of the mountain. Looking at the figure in the buried Boulder, his fists clattered.

On the void, Roga blocks the way to challouluo, and his anger is hard to hide.

The battle will start in the extreme, the sky, the dragon from the sky, strong atmosphere, people dare not ignore.

"No more fighting, retreat!"

From under the boulder, Saro takes out Dilu's body, and sends a sound to remind him that he immediately sweeps away from the battlefield.

Luojia cold hum, no love, a step, jump away.

In front of the demon army, XuanZhen looks at the retreating two palace masters of the Holy Land and doesn't give orders to pursue them. In today's battle, the two strongest palace masters of the Holy Land don't make a move. Even if they give orders to pursue them, it's hard to expand the results.

A palace leader fell from the Holy Land and lost a lot. Since the beginning of the war, his demons have finally gained the upper hand.

Thinking of this, XuanZhen looks at the challour in the front war, his eyes narrowed slightly. Regardless of the character and reputation of challour, the top three of the eight departments is really powerful and shocking. If he can use it for his own use, it will be a great help to him.

Three imperial city, thirteen Prince's house, front-line war report into the palace, Ning Chen looking at the content of the war report, eyes in the different color flash.

Chaluro, the odd number of the eight tribes?

It seems that what he said to the ninth Prince played a role. The two evil emperors could not ask Ashura to move. They had no choice but to send the more difficult chalura to fight.

Now there are four members of the eight tribes, namely Asura, chalura, gandava and the dragon. I think the remaining four will not wait long.

The forces in the open are always easier to deal with than those in the dark. He must find a way to force out the remaining four of the eight sects, so that he can find a way to deal with them.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen gets up and walks towards the outside of the mansion.

The third prince's mansion, after Xuanqing got rid of the forbidden feet, the deserted Prince's mansion was once again lively.

During the ten odd days, there were many royal relatives and nobles in the prince's mansion. No matter whether they had stood by before the third prince was forbidden or not, they now came to pay homage to the mansion as if nothing had happened.

Xuanqing didn't make it clear. He also pretended that nothing had happened and received the visitors one by one.He is very clear that his fight with the eldest prince and old thirteen will become increasingly fierce. At this time, any force must fight for it.

"Your Highness"

just then, outside the king's hall, the bodyguard came quickly, saluted respectfully and said, "the thirteen princes asked to see you."

"Well?"

Xuanqing hears the speech, frowns lightly, old thirteen? Why did he come.

"Please."

"Yes"

the guard ordered me to get up and leave.

Not long after, outside the palace, a figure with white hair and plain clothes appeared and came step by step.

Inside the palace, Xuanqing got up and looked at the man, his eyes flashing.

Inside the hall, outside the hall, two people's eyes collide, a hard to hide pressure swing away, people dare not close.

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