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Hung Ling bathed in the dense starlight, hanging in the sky at the two Royal Dragon celestial friars. In his eyes, there was no difference in the worship of kaluma and Taiyi. If he wanted to, he could even kill them directly. But this is not the time.

"You are the young patriarch of the star sword clan, the matchless son of the world Hongling?" Jialoumu's face was a little gloomy. Hongling and Baisu blocked them out of thin air. He could not even catch a trace of breath fluctuation. I'm afraid that it's not only him, but also the worship of the Taiyi God state, which is guarded by his side.

"Yes, I am!" Hongling slowly let go of Bai Su and stepped forward in the air, and soon reached a Zhang in front of them. He arranged his clothes and robes and said with a smile, "Your Highness, where are you going? Is there something wrong with the reception of our star sword sect that makes your highness dissatisfied? "

"I dare not!" Jialoumu snorted coldly and forced down his intention to kill him. "Miss Bai is so powerful. I'm afraid that if you stay here, you may not be able to protect the prince."

"My fiancee has a certain temper, and I'm used to it!" Hong Ling turned her head and said with a gentle smile, "since she has offended your royal highness, I don't know if you have anything to say?"

"Hum! Do you want me to kill her, or do you want me to reprimand her? " Jialoumu gnaws his teeth and looks at Hongling. His eyes are full of sarcasm. The young master of Xingchen sword sect is really a counsellor. Did he come out to be soft so soon. It seems that this man is still in awe of the imperial dragon and immortal Dynasty.

"Your Highness misunderstood me! I don't want you to have such unrealistic ideas, but I hope you can apologize! " With a quick move, Hong Ling grabs Zixiao sword in his hand. The sword just fell into his hands, and suddenly burst out a burst of bright purple light, "if your highness doesn't apologize, I will be very troubled!"

"Kill 104 of my Royal Dragon immortals, and then ask the prince to apologize to that bitch?" Jialoumu's face gradually became ferocious, and his tone became gloomy and cold, "little Lord, are you asking too much?"

"That's not what I want to ask Hong Ling shook her head and put her hand on the Zixiao sword. "It's my Zixiao sword. It just gave me a message. I hope your highness can apologize to Bai Su! If your highness does not agree, it will be troublesome! "

When kaloumu saw that he was lying, he could not help but get angry. He has always been the seventh Prince's highness in the imperial dragon and fairy Dynasty. I didn't expect that he met such a blind man today. Does Hong Ling really think that with this sword in hand, will he yield?

"I'd like to see what the trouble in shaozong's mouth looks like!" Jialoumu gritted his teeth and looked at Hongling, who was facing the world in white. A trace of jealousy flashed in his heart. He was also a handsome man himself, but compared with the young patriarch, he felt ashamed of himself.

"In that case, your highness should have a good understanding of it." With a smile, Hong Ling introduced the idea of Zixiao sword into the meridians. He let go of his sword, and his body swayed. The man had disappeared between heaven and earth.

"No, your highness, be careful!"

At this time, he found that he had been enveloped in Hongling's divine consciousness and completely lost his breath. The young patriarch of the star sword sect in white seems to have left the world completely and not exist in the world. But everybody knows, this is impossible!

Bang!

A loud slap in the face suddenly rings in front of the mountain gate. Jialoumu, who was originally suspended by the power of magic weapons, now flies backwards. Above his left cheek, there was still a red palm print. Blood teeth, spit out by him, draw a wonderful arc in the void.

"You Kaloumu roared, his eyes full of killing intention.

Bang!

Another slap in the face, Hong Ling's left hand fan on the right cheek of jialoumu, and once again knocked down a bloody tooth. At this time, he stood in the air, with his head tilted, and he looked at the seventh Prince of Yulong Xianchao with red cheeks on his face.

"How dare you beat me, the son of the Immortal Emperor of Yulong Xianchao, the little patriarch of Xingchen sword clan, how dare you With a roar, the majestic air suddenly exploded in front. However, it was the Taiyi God state that the guard worshipped, and finally released his own cultivation, shooting towards Hongling.

"Ho! You are so loyal Hong Ling raised her head slightly, and her pupils were covered with a light purple light, "but, don't be bloody. Ask your highness, have I beaten him? "

The matchless son didn't care about the breath of God's state that was rolling down towards him. Instead, he locked his pupils. In an instant, a clear sword chant rang out between heaven and earth. Zixiao sword split rapidly at the moment and turned into ten handles, forming a powerful defensive sword array all over his body.

"Lizi still dares to argue, you want to die!" Angry shout, with the strong sword light. However, in an instant, an arc-shaped sword Qi that soared to ten Zhang has been severely cut on the purple sword array, making a subtle ripple.

"I said I didn't hit your royal highness. Do you have to let me prove my innocence?" Hong Ling shook her head and looked at the angry kaloumu in the distance. He grinned, with a gentle smile on his face. "Since this worshiper doesn't believe me, your highness will tell him in person!"Click! Hongling snapped his fingers and shot out ten Zixiao swords. They warbled and besieged the monk before he came back. Without waiting for the man to speak, the matchless son had already appeared in front of the kaluma again.

Bang!

Another slap in the face rang, and kaloumu turned over and flew out, spitting out blood again, and another tooth fell.

"Come, your highness, tell him, have I hit you?"

Hongling's body shape was flying, keeping in line with the flying jialoumu. He looked at the prince's highness with a smile. When he was flying, he pinched his nose and let the bridge of his nose be smashed by dark force. Seeing the tears in his eyes, he raised his hand again.

Bang!

Another slap on the face left a blank in the mind of kaloumu. If the first time and the second time he still feel aggrieved, then the third and fourth time he felt very innocent. This matchless son, he, he even beat himself.

"Your Highness, fight back!" The God state worshiped to see that kaloumu's eyes began to become empty, some angry shout. He tried to wake up the once arrogant royal highness and let him fight Fu Hongling. Unfortunately, all this is in vain. The palm power containing a thread of Zixiao sword is not so easy to resolve.

"Hello! Don't you tell him? I didn't really hit you Hung Ling shook his hand in front of kaloumu, making him shrink his neck.

Boom! Jia fell to the ground. He sat up with a dull face and looked at Hong Ling unconsciously. Soon, when he saw the unparalleled son's boots gently stepping on the ground, step by step, the whole person finally showed the color of fear.

"No, don't come here! If you come here, I'll be angry! " He was crying with hot tears from the corners of his eyes sliding across the red palm print on his face, which made his wound suddenly sharp pain. Jialoumu bared his teeth and took a sharp breath.

"Come on! Let me see if you are angry Hong Ling looked at him teasingly, and his Qi was still surging. "I'd like to see what a terrible look the seventh Prince's highness in the imperial dragon and fairy Dynasty looks like when he is angry!"

Boom! Jialoumu's eyes suddenly locked, and there was no doubt that the spirit of fairyland was revealed. He flashed his body and shot at Hongling. Since we can't escape from this man's hand today, let's fight. The prince of Yulong Xianchao, how can he fear a war!

"What a backbone! In this case, out of respect, I also use the cultivation of ghost fairyland to fight with you! " Hongling quickly restrained the meaning of Zixiao sword in her body, and then stimulated the nine turn Xuangong real Qi in the sea of Qi. At this time, his meridians and acupoints twinkled faintly, making him look like a young god.

"Die for me!" Jialoumu roared and poured out all his strength. In an instant, he flashed and clenched his fist at Hongling.

On his arm, countless scarlet scars were filled with blood, and the smell of stench with a trace of fierce dragon power made Hongling frown. These seven Prince's hands, those mysterious marks, are actually through the secret method, written in dragon blood. On these marks, there is also resentment from the blood of the Dragon nationality!

"Dare to use dragon blood to condense the secret method. It seems that in the imperial dragon fairy Dynasty, there has been no lack of cruelty to the spirit beasts of the dragon clan in these years!"

At this time, the matchless son in white showed evil spirit on his face, and a dark golden halo appeared on his right fist. In an instant, he gave birth to a layer of glittering dragon scales. The two fists were covered with strong dragon spirit and hit each other fiercely. In an instant, there is a bone crack sound.

Click! Jialoumu's arm is strange and crooked, but his bones are broken by life. This is not the end. The dark golden arc emerges from Hongling's Dragon Spirit and immediately climbs onto the broken arm of his Highness the seventh prince. They are like countless swimming sea fish, constantly piercing in the flesh and blood.

"Ah..."

Jialoumu screamed bitterly and seemed to be suffering from great pain! His arm in that golden lightning erosion, rapid collapse and destruction. But in a short breath, he completely lost a right arm. On the other hand, the matchless son has nothing.

"Hum! I thought that the prince of Yulong Xianchao was so powerful that he was just a piece of rubbish that I couldn't even take a punch from! " With a smile, Hong Lingxiang suddenly reached out and looked forward. He quickly seized a bloody chain and dragged it out of the wound of kalumu.

Crash! The cold chains slide through the bones with a sound of seeping. In this sound, there is a sad dragon chant from the mouth of jialoumu. He growled in pain, as if suffering from the pain of the cone. As the chain is constantly pulled out, the end of the chain finally involves a scarred silver dragon.

Ang!

The rampant dragon power blows Hongling's robes and makes him look dignified. As the silver dragon was constantly pulled out of the kaloumu's body, its original small posture was also rapidly expanding. When it was pulled into the sky by Hongling, the dragon's body had been as long as 100 Zhang.

"You, how dare you take my mount by force Kalou Mu vomited blood and looked at Hong Ling with indignation.

"Don't talk nonsense. Which eye of you saw me take your mount?" With a smile, Hong Ling reached out and patted the silver dragon's head, comforting it with its own dragon spirit."I see it in both eyes!" Jialoumu still refused to accept and said with gnashing teeth.

"Oh? Is it? " Hongling's eyes were cold, and she bent her fingers. With a hissing sound, the blood flew up with the arc. Jialoumu's eyes were destroyed by the strength of his fingertips. "Now, can you see it?"

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