V8.Chapter 246

"Did I not wake up? The imitation of Mieshiban was split in half by that sword?"

The Supreme Heavenly Lord of the Phoenix Clan was stunned. The Mieshi Banner was an imperial weapon built by the Dragon Emperor himself, one of the top ten magical weapons of the ancient times. Mieshiban's status in the Dragon Clan is by no means comparable to that of ordinary emperor soldiers.

The strong Dragon Clan can cut corners and cut corners when creating imitations of ordinary emperor soldiers, but they must be as serious as possible when creating imitations of the Mieshi Banner, lest there will be any mistakes.

The Mieshi Banner represents the face of the Dragon Emperor, and the imitation of the Mieshi Banner represents the face of the Dragon Clan. If an imitation of the Mieshi Banner is destroyed today, and an imitation of the Mieshi Banner is smashed tomorrow, what will be the face of their Dragon Clan?

"Fortunately, we didn't do anything, otherwise, we would have to be buried with Brother Ao. That kid is too insidious. If I guess correctly, he is just waiting for us to make a move."

The Saint King Realm powerhouse of the Kunpeng clan said angrily, the Tiandu Zhanjian could split even the imitation of the Mieshi Banner in half, if it hit them, they would definitely have no chance of surviving. No matter how strong their physical bodies are, they cannot compare to Mie Shi Ban's imitations.

Other monster clan powerhouses are also a little scared, especially the holy king realm powerhouse of the idol clan, because he really had the idea of ​​going back to fight with the sword demon before. If his cousin hadn't stopped him in time, one can imagine his current fate.

The Saint King Realm powerhouse of the God Elephant Clan looked at the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan with hatred in his eyes, after all, the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan almost killed him.

"puff!"

The Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan felt heart-piercing pain, and thousands of sword qi were biting his internal organs like wild beasts. What spewed out of his mouth was no longer blood, but fragments of viscera.

Fear was written on his face, and he thought that the imitation that activated the Mieshi Banner could reveal the true face of Tiandu Zhanjian. Who knew that Tiandu Zhanjian was not only fine, but also split his World Mie Banner in half.

How could he not be surprised by such a result? How could he not be afraid of such a result?

The imitation of Mieshiban is his last reliance, and if the imitation of Mieshiban is destroyed, he is the fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of the sword demon. If the sword demon wants to kill him, he doesn't need the Tiandu Zhanjian at all.

The Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan didn't say anything about threats, because he knew it was useless. As a true dragon, it may be possible to scare other warriors, but it cannot scare the sword demon. Even if the Sword Demon doesn't kill him, the True Dragon Clan will not let the Sword Demon go, because the Sword Demon just killed a real dragon.

"Don't be afraid, I won't attack you again."

The sword demon's tone was flat, and there was no smell of fireworks. It wasn't that he showed kindness at a critical moment, but that he knew that the sword just now not only destroyed the imitation of the Mieshi Banner, but also wiped out the vitality of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan.

With the help of the power of the Three Jue Dao Swords, the sword just now finally achieved the desired effect of the Sword Demon. He believed that the sword just now was enough to frighten the powerful monsters hiding in the distance. After all, those strong monsters were not very courageous.

"Next, it's your turn. Didn't you dance very happily before?"

Although the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan did not attack the Sword Demon from the beginning to the end, the Sword Demon still had no intention of letting go of the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan. It's not that the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan doesn't want to kill the Sword Demon, it's just that he doesn't have the strength to kill the Sword Demon.

"I'm not a real dragon. If you don't kill him, why come to kill me?" The eighth prince of the Jiaolong clan backed up again and again while speaking, "Are you afraid of revenge from the real dragon clan? Do you think you won't kill him? Can the True Dragon Clan let you go?"

At the juncture of life and death, the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan no longer cares about real dragons or not, and curry favor with the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan, but he can't survive.

"As long as you let me live, I will say that the two of them died at the hands of the Taoist Lord of the Human Race. Anyway, there are as many Taoist Lords of the Human Race, so I will describe the appearance of the Taoist Lord casually. find something similar.”

Under the premise that there is no proof of death, the words of the eighth prince of the Jiaolong clan still carry a lot of weight. The powerhouses of the Kunpeng Clan, Shenxiang Clan, and Phoenix Clan may have different voices, but the lies of the Eight Princes of the Jiaolong Clan are more credible than their truths.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, those strong men of the True Dragon Clan would definitely not believe that the mid-term Saint King of their True Dragon Clan could not defeat the Supreme Heavenly Sovereign of the Human Race. In particular, there is an imitation of the Mieshi Banner in the hands of the mid-term holy king of their true dragon clan.

What's more, the sword demon is still at the top of the Tianzun ranking list, and the strong members of the real dragon clan have more reason to believe that the Kunpeng clan, the god elephant clan and the Phoenix clan are killing people with the help of swords, and they are the peerless geniuses of the real dragon clan to kill people with their swords.

"You! Pfft...you dragons are indeed bastards, bastards, and scum!"

The Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan opened his mouth and cursed, in the past, the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan would fawn on him in every possible way, but unexpectedly, the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan sold him out at a critical moment.

The Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan didn't even look at the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan, but stared at the Sword Demon eagerly. His expression was as flattering as possible, and the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan wished to strangle him to death.

"I kill you!"

What the Supreme Heavenly Lord of the True Dragon Clan hates the most at this moment is not the Sword Demon, but the Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan. He and the Sword Demon are hostile, and it is normal for the Sword Demon to kill him. If his strength is stronger than the Sword Demon, he will not let the Sword Demon go.

It's a pity that just after he made a move, the sword energy in his body gushed out. His body was like a balloon, constantly inflating, and finally exploded into pieces of flesh all over the sky, and all the bright red blood hit the ground, causing potholes to appear on the ground one after another.

"Ruthless, too ruthless, this is real death by exploding!"

Those powerful monster clans in the distance felt their scalps tingling. The supreme emperor of the real dragon clan died worse than the middle-stage holy king in front of him. The way they looked at the sword demon was completely different from before. The sword demon was not only decisive, but also ruthless.

"If this kid grows up, he will definitely be the enemy of our demon clan!"

"Fortunately, he is not a disciple of the Three Emperors Palace and the Four Emperors Palace. The human race likes internal fighting so much. I guess he won't live long."

The internal strife of the human race is more serious than that of the monster race. A monster like Sword Demon is destined not to live long without a strong backer. In the matter of killing the sword demon, it is probably not their Yaozu's turn to take action.

The Eighth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan turned pale with fright, because he was not far from the Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the True Dragon Clan just now, a lot of meat was sprinkled on him. His instinct was to run away, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

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