737 Unexpected Victory
The three of them suddenly felt their inner energy freeze, and their movements became sluggish. Surrounded by this pure white world, all was silent except for the sound of snowflakes falling.
It's as if you've come to the most beautiful scenery in the world, where you can slow down your mind and body, put down your swords, and quietly appreciate the peace of the world!
'Rest in peace!' A gust of wind seemed to come from the snow!
At this moment, the Fourth Prince moved and transformed into a blur, instantly appearing behind the Seventh Prince. His fist seemed to contain the power of a hundred-foot-tall iceberg, and the cold air seemed to freeze the Seventh Prince into an ice block, leaving him at the mercy of the Fourth Prince!
The Seventh Prince's aura surged with a breakthrough, instantly turning the surroundings as hot as molten lava. He roared, "I've been waiting for you! Seven Confucian Swords, unite as one! Slay the Demon!"
The Seventh Prince seemed to be bathed in an endless furnace, the furnace glowing with rosy light, instantly melting the surrounding frigid ice, as if he had been prepared all along!
A full-force strike, the Confucian Seven Swords, and the mastery of the seven combined into a new secret technique—Demon Slayer—may not be the strongest, but it is the most suitable for me.
Suddenly, he made his move, his sword energy crisscrossing like seven giant dragons tumbling in the air. The dragons' scales were like blades, their claws like golden hooks, and their teeth like daggers. They charged forward at lightning speed, aiming straight for the Seventh Prince's head.
The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince seemed to have been prepared. Their clear eyes showed no trace of confusion. Their swords clashed, producing dazzling sparks, like the sparks of blacksmithing. Their true energy instantly transformed into a dense rain of pear blossom needles.
Like dazzling fireworks, sword energy crisscrossed like rain, and blade light flashed like light. It was so fast that there was no thought involved; it was just a fleeting reaction of inspiration!
In the icy and snowy landscape, a blizzard raged, swords flashed and dragons roared, and fists flew like icebergs!
The figure moved through the wind and snow, its voice booming deafeningly, shattering the wind and snow with sword and blade energy!
The Fourth Prince's aura erupted like a volcano; his body was as red as iron, and his true energy surged and overflowed. The true energy around him roared like thunder, shaking people's souls.
The devoured bloodline, the power that time hadn't had time to fully digest, and the immense power hidden within the bloodline seemed to awaken completely at this moment, instantly exploding and running rampant within the body.
The fourth prince's expression suddenly became blank, as if he were restrained by this force, his consciousness was extinguished, and he was cut off from the outside world.
The opportunity arrived in an instant, but the Seventh Prince, Eighth Prince, and Ninth Prince showed no mercy, their swords flashing like lightning as they pierced towards the Fourth Prince's head.
Can a person live without a head?
The Seventh Prince circled behind him, his longsword aimed straight for the Fourth Prince's neck. But the chest was protected by inner armor, making it difficult to pierce with a single strike!
"The inner armor of the dragon was prepared in advance," said the Seventh Prince, Eighth Prince, Ninth Prince, and others in secret passages!
This matter was, of course, something the Fourth Prince had told his fifth and sixth brothers while drunk!
If it's unintentional, a person with intentions will have their head taken by sword at this very moment!
Can someone live without a head?
The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince had sharp eyes, seemingly showing no mercy. Showing mercy now would be sending them to their deaths!
The sharp swords and divine weapons pierced their necks at the same time, splattering hot blood and soaking the faces of the three men!
But the intense pain brought the fourth prince back to his senses!
The air seemed to freeze. The Fourth Prince's eyes were filled with madness and bloodlust, like a raging beast!
'You deserve to die!' The hoarse roar, like burning eyes, consumed everything!
Angry, angry!
Desiring to destroy everything in front of him, the Fourth Prince suddenly underwent a strange change. Strange dragon scales suddenly appeared on his claws, shimmering with a cold light.
The sharp claws, like claws, instantly pierced through the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince!
Claws pierced through their chests, the fine gold inner armor on their chests was as thin as paper, seemingly unable to stop them in the slightest. In an instant, their bodies were torn apart, and blood spurted out!
Amidst the billowing blood mist, the Seventh Prince hurriedly released his grip and retreated, while the Fourth Prince held one in each hand, like skewering pieces of grilled pork belly.
Swords pierced through, and the head seemed to be teetering on the brink of collapse!
The fourth prince immediately felt his life force rapidly fading away; his face turned ashen, and he was on the verge of death.
As if life were about to end, Jian Dan roared inwardly, 'I am the Martial Emperor! I refuse to accept this! I will unify the royal city, and the Mandate of Heaven! The Mandate of Heaven for this royal city should be mine!'
A strange force suddenly stretched the blood vessels in the bodies of the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince, and like a siphon, it rapidly flowed into the blood vessel of the Fourth Prince.
It was as if the bloodline that had been flowing away was about to be reunited at this moment.
Nine times nine equals one, and nine is the ultimate number!
The power of bloodline carries a strange force, seemingly capable of reversing life and death, reigniting the Fourth Prince's dying flame of life.
The fourth prince seemed to see a glimmer of hope for survival; a hint of madness and resentment flashed in his eyes, as if he were waging a desperate battle against death.
The head, pierced by swords and knives, with only a little flesh remaining, was actually being stitched up!
A bizarre and terrifying scene!
For a moment, a strange stalemate formed between the three. Although the Fourth Prince was not dead, he was also on the verge of death, his life teetering between the two.
Perhaps the moment the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince turn to ashes will be the final judgment on the Fourth Prince's life!
Seeing the Fourth Prince still standing there struggling, the Seventh Prince felt a ripple in his heart.
He stared intently at the Fourth Prince, his expression complex, unsure of what to do. He thought to himself, 'If he doesn't die, I will!'
I have a strong premonition that if the Fourth Prince doesn't die, I will definitely not be able to escape this calamity!
There was a faint, intangible aura, as if an invisible force was slowly enveloping us—the aura of death, so terrifying!
Having made up his mind, the Seventh Prince no longer hesitated. He conjured a longsword in his hand, his eyes instantly turning cold and resolute.
With a swift movement, he transformed into a blur, instantly closing in on the Fourth Prince. Using his hand as a sword, he unleashed a deafening strike, gathering all his inner energy and power, aiming straight for the Fourth Prince's head.
The sword strike was swift and unstoppable, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, instantly piercing through the Fourth Prince's fragile aura shield. "Ugh!" A piercing scream escaped his lips, muffled and incoherent.
The Fourth Prince's head could not withstand the immense force!
It exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and blood flew in all directions.
In an instant, the air became still, and the surroundings were like the depths of an ancient ice age, devoid of human presence, only emptiness!
The seventh prince was immediately alarmed and couldn't help but look at the eldest prince, who was leaning on him. The eldest prince had a slight smile on his lips, as if he was relieved.
He cupped his hands slightly and said softly, "I hope Seventh Brother will grant me a swift death. The future of the dynasty depends entirely on you, Seventh Brother!"
The Seventh Prince was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected the First Prince to say such a thing at this moment. A complex emotion welled up within him, as if he were the ultimate victor in this struggle.
How pathetic and laughable!
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