3702: C3702 On the Eve of Battle

C3702 On the Eve of Battle

Even if Little Lion was to put aside his relationship with the crown prince, the nine great emperors and devils would not be able to see him die, so as long as they could restrain Little Lion and not injure him, it would be fine.

It was just that the brotherly relationship between Little Lion and had completely exceeded Jianxue's expectations.

"It seems like we can only take action, I will be in charge of killing Long Yan later. Ning Yan and Sword Saint Mu Nan Feng, you two come and hold the Demon Crown Prince back, don't hurt him, just do it, the three of us do it, and the more people there are, the better it will be so that no one can mock us."

He had made some arrangements, while the other Sword Sovereigns and the rest were not allowed to take action, in case any accidents were to occur.

Jian Tian looked like he was really going to deal with Long Yan, his eyes were filled with killing intent, but he would not kill Long Yan, he only needed to cripple him.

As such, the killing intent around him, started to burst out from Jian Tian's body, his deep gaze staring straight at Long Yan.

"Little brat Long Yan, you're too arrogant. If I were to insist on keeping the dragon spirit here today, what would you do with me?" As Jian Tian spoke, the Sword Qi surged, using his killing intent and Qi, it landed on Long Yan's body.

Long Yan's eyes also gradually turned blood-red, and the fearsome killing intent she emitted was something that Jian Tianyi had never seen before. With such a bloodthirsty aura, Long Yan said coldly: "Then you will regret offending me, Jian Tianyi. No matter what the result is, you will see a tragic sight of your sword sect, I want your sword sect's blood to flow like a river, I want you to kneel in front of me, crying in a rhythmic manner so that you will deeply realize just how foolish your actions are."

As Long Yan finished speaking, he dotingly glanced at his beloved woman. He was filled with a monstrous fighting spirit; this kind of surging fighting spirit was the one time in the past few years that he was the most furious.

The massacre had completely spread throughout his body. This time, it was not only for his lover, but also for himself, because Long Yan had his own dignity.

He needed to fight. He yearned to become strong, to reach the peak of his ruthlessness. During the past nine years, he had performed the most magnificent feat he had ever done, and that was to defeat the Heavens of the Sword.

The more he killed, the clearer he felt the path of slaughter. This also meant that he was one step closer to becoming a dragon when he broke through to that realm.

Dragon Transformation was what Long Yan was looking forward to the most. At this moment, Long Yan knew that this critical point was extremely close to him, and he no longer had any other choice.

Once one comprehended the Dao of Slaughter, one would activate the Dao Seal, allowing one's primordial spirit to become one's own, while he himself reached the first stage of the Netherworld Martial God Tribulation.

The slaughter was right in front of his eyes, he was already extremely impatient, because he could not continue any further, because that despicable fellow, Jian Tianyi, if he did not use some forlorn methods to wake him up, he would not let Xiao Ling go. If Emperor Haotian was not present today, that guy would probably have already killed him long ago.

Without strength, it wasn't even dog fart. Back then, the moment Long Yan inherited the dragon soul, the moment his father came into contact with it, Long Shuo had once taught him this simple principle.

To protect his woman and his own dignity, he had to fight against the Heavenly Swordplay. He had to become stronger, grow infinitely.

Long Yan roared: Come, only through battle, is the only solution. You can take care of me yourself, or you can also take care of the seven Sword Sovereigns and the eight Sword Emperors at the same time.

As long as he did not die, there was hope, and Long Yan would not cower.

Jian Tian had never seen such a strong and courageous young man. His disciple, Wang Long, was already outstanding enough, and now he understood why he died in Long Yan's hands. This young man did indeed have something that he was afraid of.

It was just that he could not give up on the Heavenly Calamity Emperor's mission. Otherwise, he would be very happy to accept Long Yan.

When Long Yan said he wanted their sword faction to experience a river of blood, for him to kneel on the ground and repent, to the point of even crying in a very rhythmic manner, the heavens of the Sword Heaven felt shock in their hearts. Obviously they had no chance of winning, why did he say such arrogant words that made them unable to help themselves from laughing out loud?

The entire Sword Discourse Arena, was laughing arrogantly in all directions, with tens of thousands of sword concept activated. His fingers condensed with sword Qi and with a brush, he pointed at Long Yan.

He shouted angrily: "Very good, you have fallen for love, for love, for love, for love, for love, for love, you actually dare to challenge my patience again and again, good, today I will do as you say, I will pay the price, you won't understand, a gap between a Nirvana stage warrior and me, who is at the peak of the fourth stage, you are brave, brave and good at fighting, you even like to challenge the limits of others, I can only do this, if you really have the strength, defeat me first, or else don't take me away, as long as you have enough strength!"

He paused for a moment, and continued to speak in a cold voice: "If you are not careful and get killed by my accident, then treat it as taking revenge for my disciple Wang Long, and your dragon soul just happens to be used as a sacrifice for the purple-gold Divine Dragon Soul that you killed. Before you die, what else do you have to say? If you don't say anything, you won't have the chance. "

Long Yan did not think too much into it. He extended his middle finger and immediately scolded: "Fuck!"

Facing such a threat, Long Yan immediately scolded angrily, in everyone's eyes, Long Yan was courting death, not to mention him, even if a few more came, they would not be able to be Jian Cangtian's opponent.

This time, Long Yan did not dodge those surging sword auras. They were used on his body and he still felt that he could endure them.

Long Yan's dignity simply did not allow others to mock him like this anymore. From the time when everyone called him trash, he had changed everything.

For the sake of dignity, he didn't even care about his life. Now that he had lost the dragon spirit, he had lost his dignity. The other half that had caused him to lose his life, if he couldn't even protect his own woman, what was there to talk about dignity?

The promise he made all those years ago to never leave each other and never leave each other, Long Yan would never change one moment. The only thing he was worried about was, if he was truly killed, the thing he regretted the most was Li Mengyao.0

Long Yan wanted to give the stone statue of Li Mengyao to Senior Yuan Tian. He thought about it and decided to forget about it.

He was playing with fire, using his own life to provoke the experts of the Sword Sovereigns.

But did he still have any choice? No more, only fighting, if he didn't go all out, he would have no chance at all. Even at this moment, in the sky, the look Emperor Haotian gave him was filled with trust.

When Long Yan was truly facing a life and death battle, he did not fear, nor did he retreat. He could only resolutely fight them, even though he would be killed.

Looking at Little Lion who was standing beside him, Long Yan was moved. No matter what, no matter how difficult it was, Little Lion would always be by his side.

It was also for the sake of not only his own dignity, but Little Lion as well, because he was the brother who would step into the peak expert of Holy Dynasty Continent in the future.

At this time, Long Yan had come from the inside of his body and the aura of the Ancient Desolation Divine Dragon had already spread outwards.

"Come on, fight, beat me to death. If you don't beat me to death, I won't give up for a moment, and I won't retreat."

When Long Yan spoke, two divine dragons seemed to swim within his eyes. It seemed as if they had angered the dignity of an Ancestral Dragon and were about to charge out.

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