Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

above the sky.

The bloody luck knife has become extremely thin.

Slaying the Luck Golden Dragon would consume a huge amount of energy. With Zhang Sanfeng's current cultivation base, he could only wield seven swords at most.

Di Tian raised his head, looked at the bloody Knife of Destiny, and said nothing.

The powerhouses of the heavens and the world looked at the literary world intently, and remained silent.

The entire heavens and worlds seemed to lose their voice at this moment.

In the Taixuantian Great Thousand World, Zhang Sanfeng was dripping with sweat, looking at the howling and struggling Golden Dragon of Luck in the Literary World, with a serious expression on his face, ready to slash for the last time.

If possible, he wanted to behead the dragon!
But the luck of the literary world is comparable to that of Ming Dynasty, and even if he is a ninth-level Destiny Master, he can't do it.

"This knife, cut off the dragon's horn!"

Under the Taoist platform, Qin Wudao saw that Zhang Sanfeng was hesitating, and ordered solemnly.

Dragon Horn!

Represents the identity and status of the Dragon Clan.

Although the luck golden dragon is not a real dragon, the meaning is the same.

"As ordered!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lighted up slightly, his fierce aura flickered, he controlled the bloody luck knife, and slashed towards the dragon horn of the luck golden dragon in the literary world.

This knife will cut off the dignity of the literary world!
"No!"

The senior poets, poets, painters and other high-level literary circles collapsed, kneeling powerlessly on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, and uttering desperate cries.

The Luck Golden Dragon has no dragon horns, so what is it?

I'm afraid it's really a loach!

The text master clenched his fists with a 'click' sound, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to see the next scene.

shame!

What a shame!
The majestic literary world is in charge of the cultural context of the heavens and myriad worlds.

Now, he was wantonly humiliated by the forces of the lower world.

He is ashamed of his ancestors!

"roar~"

With a dragon's wail.

The bloody luck knife cut off the dragon's horn, turned it into light spots all over the sky, and disappeared.

The Luck Golden Dragon curled up in the shattered sea of ​​Luck, its eyes were lifeless, motionless, as if it was dead.

"Brother Wen, condolences!"

Di Tian stepped forward, patted the writer on the shoulder, and left with the senior management of the 'Ten Thousand Races Hall'.

If you don't go now, when will you wait?
He was worried that under the anger of the writer, he would pull him to attack Daqin Immortal Court in a frenzy.

As such.

Does he refuse?
Or agree?
The result is naturally rejected!
Judging from the actual situation, the karma-ridden heavens and myriad races have not yet had the confidence to launch a large-scale campaign against the human race.

"ally?"

"This is an ally?"

Regarding Ditian's departure, the writer did not stop him, and smiled disdainfully.

Afterwards, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the courtyard on the top of Wenshan Mountain. Endless Wenqi erupted from his body. There was no so-called awe-inspiring righteousness, only the power of evil writing.

The senior executives of the literary world looked at each other and followed behind.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, and that is revenge!
If this hatred is not avenged, how can the literary world gain a foothold in the heavens and myriad worlds?

but.

Compared with the grief and indignation of the literary world, a large group of people showed great joy.

They are the vassal forces of the literary world!

Especially in the seventh heaven, among the 500 vassal forces in the literary world, at least [-] forces broke out in civil strife at the same time.

When the literary world is strong, it greatly enhances the power of vassals and civil servants, resulting in a situation where the ministers are strong and the monarch is weak.

Now, the luck of the literary world has been slashed, all the face has been lost, and the situation of all the vassal forces has been reversed in an instant. Those kings who have lost their power for a long time immediately seize the opportunity and launch a counterattack.

One after another, vassal forces broke away from the literary world and declared independence.

The luck of the literary world was affected again and evaporated by [-]%.

After learning that the vassal forces that they once despised were independent, the senior officials in the literary world were angry and angry, but there was nothing they could do.

"Seven knives fall, destroying [-]% of the luck in the literary world!"

"If the spellcaster is stronger, I am afraid that the dragon of luck in the literary world will be beheaded directly!"

"Such supernatural powers are terrifying"

The powerhouses of all heavens and myriad worlds, seeing the tragic situation of the fortune golden dragon in the literary world, all gasped, terrified and fearful.

Luck Golden Dragon!

That is the root of all forces!

If one side has no luck, it will definitely decline, and it will be ruined!
But now, they don't know anything about the caster's information.

This made them even more uneasy.

The unknown is often the scariest thing.

Taixuantian boundless world.

"His Majesty!"

Zhang Sanfeng took back the 'Dragon Slaying Formation', jumped off the high platform, and said extremely weakly.

"Aiqing has worked hard, go down and rest!"

Qin Wudao said calmly, but deep in his heart, he was somewhat shocked.

He didn't expect that the 'Dragon Slaying Formation' was so powerful that it could kill [-]% of the luck in the literary world and severely damage the luck golden dragon.

Not only him, Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Yu Qian, Zhao Yun, Bai Qi and other civil and military ministers are also in shock at this moment, and they have a deeper understanding of Zhang Sanfeng's strength.

Ninth-level Destiny Master!
It's so powerful!
"As ordered!"

Zhang Sanfeng cupped his hands again, ready to go down to rest, at this moment, a celestial light flew over, it was Luo Yan.

He first saluted Qin Wudao, and then helped Zhang Sanfeng to leave.

along the way.

She chattered non-stop.

"Master, you don't know, you were so handsome just now, if you were younger, I don't know how many girls you would attract!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "."

Am I very old now?

"By the way, master, are you performing Taoism? After you recover, can you teach me!"

"this is okay!"

In the distance, Zhang Sanfeng's voice came.

"His Majesty!"

After Zhang Sanfeng left, Zhuge Liang said in a concentrated voice: "The master of the literary world is narrow-minded, and he has suffered a big loss this time, so he will definitely not let it go!"

His worry is not unreasonable.

In order to avenge the Holy Son, he planned for 300 years and dispatched the ancestors and eighteen elders to take action.

This time, he cut the luck of the literary world with a knife, so he didn't know that he would make such a crazy move.

Hearing this, Qin Wudao restrained his smile and said coldly, "Since they dare to come, don't go back!"

In the voice, full of confidence.

The Great Qin Immortal Court today is not the Great Qin Heavenly Court 300 years ago!

Among the twelve golden men, the space golden man and the time golden man cannot penetrate the belly of the Great Qin Immortal Court unless the literary world is fully mobilized.

Even if Daqin can't beat it, let's delay the head office for a while!
In just half an hour, the high-level human race will arrive.

In a word.

Now the Great Qin Immortal Court, stand up!

"Ninth-level Destiny Master!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

In the Hall of Human Ancestor, a voice of comfort came out.

In the empty hall, Ren Zu reclined on a chair, with a slight smile on his old face.

He didn't need to send anyone to investigate, he guessed that the power of knife cutting the luck of the literary world was the Great Qin Immortal Court.

It's just that little guy who has such courage!
"Here's an order to let Emperor Ruthless go to the Great Qin Immortal Court. You don't need to show your face, just protect him secretly!"

After a while, Ren Zu ordered.

As the voice fell, a white light rose into the sky from a mountain peak in the distance and disappeared into the sky.

A faint ruthless way, floating in the void.