C322 Pseudo-dragon-slaughtering knife (1/2)
”Alright, I'll fight with you!”
Xie Qingzhe's face sank, his eyes stared straight at Zhan Tianming, and his battle intent rose.
Zhan Tianming maintained his indifferent smile.
Seeing the expression on Zhan Tianming's face, Xie Qingzhe did not dare underestimate him. Clenching his fists slightly, the Genuine Essence in his body gently stirred and like a flying dragon, he began to run wildly through his meridians.
The golden Genuine Essence appeared on the surface of his body.
Xie Qingzhe looked like a golden god of war.
At the same time, that golden dragon robe made him appear even more mighty and domineering. His divine might was unrivalled.
Zhan Tianming who had used his Dragon Soul Absolute Air, was unable to see too many Quintessential Essence Fluctuations on his body, but following his left fist, he faintly clenched his fist.
”Roar!”
A red colored Fire Dragon Shadow started to circle around his left arm.
The Dragon'S Roar shook the skies.
Zhan Tianming's hair and clothes fluttered without any wind, making him look extremely handsome.
”Ha!”
Xie Qingzhe shouted.
He raised his right fist and punched out towards the skies.
”Dragon-Battling Fist!”
Suddenly, a golden fist shadow blasted out from his fist that was as hard as iron, expanded in the air even though it had been blown by the wind, and in an instant, it had turned into a fist that was ten meters long, smashing straight towards Zhan Tianming.
”Nine Dragons Fist!”
Zhan Tianming's gaze turned cold as he similarly punched out with his fist.
The dragon shadow accompanied him, roaring like thunder.
Rumble …
Rumble …
The two fist shadows collided with each other, causing a violent wind to blow violently.
and Xie Qingzhe's figures flashed as they moved closer to each other.
Bang Bang Bang...
Bang Bang Bang...
The Fist Strength moved like the wind, and the Genuine Essence intersected.
The two fought in the air at an extremely fast speed, causing the remaining waves of Genuine Essence s to ripple outwards.
A reddish-gold color filled the sky.
”Battle Dragon Palm!”
”Nine Dragons Palm!”
Bang!
”Battle Dragon Kick!”
”Nine dragon kicks!”
Bang!
The two of them were evenly matched in terms of fighting skills, Xie Qingzhe's Genuine Essence s seemed to be a little thicker, but Zhan Tianming's technique was even more profound than his.
Rumble …
Rumble …
Some of the buildings in the palace were torn apart by the aftermath of the Genuine Essence.
Hualala …
Pieces of broken bricks and broken tiles were continuously being shot out.
”Everyone, quickly dodge.”
”Everyone move five kilometers away.”
”Quick, retreat!”
The Janissary Guard below all retreated outwards, forming a new encirclement five kilometers away. They all raised their heads and looked at the sky.
Xie Aoyu and Feng Wushuang also retreated far away.
Not long after, Xie Bingnuo and a few guards with decent strength from the palace rushed over to Xie Aoyu and his group's side.
Xie Bingnuo's beautiful eyes immediately fell on Feng Wushuang who was dressed in red, with a red veil covering his body, he paused for a moment before shifting his gaze from Feng Wushuang's body, and then looked at Xie Aoyu.
”Royal brother, what's going on?”
Xie Aoyu did not reply, he only stared at the sky.
Xie Bingnuo's beautiful eyes also swept over.
”It's him?” And there's even royal father? ”
Xie Bingnuo was startled.
She never would have thought that Zhan Tianming would actually start fighting with her father.
Immediately, her gaze swept towards the guards beside her.
”What are you all waiting for? Go and protect the emperor!”
Before those guards could move, Xie Aoyu had already opened his mouth to stop them: ”There's no need.”
”Royal brother …”
”Royal sister, this is a fair battle. No one needs to interfere.”