A man is a knife, a knife is also a human. The man and a sword are combined, and a death-breaking sword is a sword! The first young master has poured all his power, whether it is magic power, divine thoughts, or spirit, on this sword! The robe on his body was cut open by an invisible sword energy, and was blown by the wind, and it floated like a pair of wings.

The bookshelf in the imperial study also appeared inexplicably at an inexplicable time; ubiquitous knife marks appeared on the ground, on stone pillars, and even on the dragon chaise.

The power of this sword was so powerful that the first young master had not moved, but his sword intent had already disrupted his body's space.

He stood in front of the Eighth Prince, at first standing on a cliff like an ordinary person, facing the vast sea, feeling small; but now, this man suddenly changed and turned into a giant spirit god. Facing the Abyss Sea, he was not afraid! A rare feeling of solemnity appeared on the Eighth Prince's face, not only because of the mystery of the first young master's sword unity, but also because of this sword, he vaguely realized a trace of extreme danger.

However, this danger like a hairspring is not enough to change the Eighth Prince's mood.

He is still a sea like abyss, and the waves raised are enough to swallow the giant god! "Go a move."

The Eighth Prince did not move at all, but his hands that were originally behind him were placed in front of him. Just because of this move, the Eighth Prince did not dare to neglect him.

"Here you come!"

There was no other thing in the first prince's eyes. There was only one person in his eyes, and that was the Eighth Prince.

And his hands, his sword, all his spiritual thoughts, all his energy and spirit were all integrated together.

This sword is a death-death! This sword is light, silent, and breathless, as if everything in the world stopped at this moment, and everything in the world gathered on this sword.

He just slashed straight down like this, without even a sound of wind, and the blade was not even light.

This seemingly calm sword contains unmatched power. However, before this sword hits the enemy, everything is converging, converging and converging! It is precisely because of this sword that breaks out again when confronting the enemy, and blooms with a brilliance that makes the world look different! The wind is silent, and the sword is silent.

There was only the sound of the brocade tearing and tearing... The tip of the knife quietly tore the four layers of brocade shredded, and finally stopped on the Eighth Prince's chest. Even the blade had fallen into the Eighth Prince's skin, and a wisp of blood slowly emerged from the Eighth Prince's chest.

Seeing this scene, neither Jinyiwei nor Cheng's eunuch could help but take a breath.

The two were not amazed by the first son's attack, but were shocked by the Eighth Prince's bloodshed.

Just because the Eighth Prince fought with countless masters, there were many priests from the Moro Kingdom in the Western Regions, masters from the sixth level of thunder tribulation, national masters from the Chen Liao Kingdom, and peerless powerful men from the seventh level of thunder tribulation.

But the Eighth Prince never failed, let alone any wounds left on him. Even when facing a powerful enemy, the Eighth Prince never retreated unscathed.

But this time, facing the first young man, this young man with great strength, the Eighth Prince was actually injured by him and shed blood! Although it was just a wisp, it was enough to shock the two of them.

But this sword could not make any progress any more, just because two fingers were clamped on the blade of the magic sword.

It was these two fingers that eliminated all the power and truly resolved this desperate sword! The first young master spit out a mouthful of blood, because this desperate sword also had to pay a huge price for him.

He poured all his power, energy and spirit into it. If he could not kill his opponent, he would inevitably be backfired.

At present, his offensive was resolved by the Eighth Prince, and his power was backfiring. Even he was going to vomit blood at this time, and he was extremely weak! "I didn't expect that there are still young people in this world who can hurt me, you are the first one."

The Eighth Prince let go of his fingers, and the magic knife fell to the ground with a tingling sound. All the power and everything in the first young master were left on the Eighth Prince's chest, leaving a scratch wound as thick as a little finger.

A wisp of blood flowed out of the wound, as if mocking the first young master for overestimating his abilities.

Faced with the praise of the Eighth Prince, the first young master barely stood up, but there was no expression of happiness on his face.

His gray face was extremely pale, as thin as a palm of white paper, but there was still an immortal light blooming deep in his eyes.

This is a fighting will, a desire for the strong and a desire for power.

Even if both spirit and body are destroyed, this wisp of flame that pursues the limit and power will never be extinguished! "I ask you one last time if you are willing to surrender."

Emperor Dawu took a deep breath and his voice came over.

"I will never!"

The first young master lowered his eyes, and the blood from his mouth was already pouring out like money. He gasped and answered in a straight voice, word by word.

"It seems that you are indeed a fierce beast."

Emperor Dawu sighed and shook his head, "I have given you three opportunities, but you have refused, you can't use it for me."

A cold word flew out of Emperor Dawu's mouth: "Kill!"

This word seemed to drive all the masters present, whether it was the seriously injured Eunuch Cheng, the Jinyiwei, or the Eighth Prince who defeated the first son in an invincible manner, they all took action at this moment.

Since it cannot be used for me, it doesn't make sense to keep it anymore! The light in the first young master's eyes became more and more intense. He wanted to reach out to grab the magic knife, but at this moment, his breath had not completely turned back, and he didn't even have the strength to reach out.

But his fighting spirit did not weaken at all. Even if he was about to enter death, he never bowed his head.

Because he is him, he is the first young master! "Stop."

At this moment, the first young master heard a familiar voice.

Just as the sound was heard, a force fell from the sky, and the attacks of the Eighth Prince, Cheng and the Jinyiwei were directly digested invisibly! The three of them were forced to retreat ten steps, and even the Eighth Prince showed a look of shock on their faces, not to mention the other two.

It’s just because in this world, people who can force the Eighth Prince back ten steps can’t count ten people with one move! Who is the person coming?

Everyone looked closely, but saw an extra figure in the aura that was gradually dissipating.

"Can you still hold on?"

The man looked at the first young master with a strange look on his face.

He saved the first young master at the critical moment, and he saw him kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, but he did not help him.

Whether this person and the first son are friends or others, no one knows what the relationship between this person and the first son is.

"I didn't expect it was you..." The first young master clenched his fists. His breath had recovered and his face looked much better, but when he looked at the people around him, his face was still somewhat ugly.

It’s just because the first young master owes no matter who he owes, he never wants to owe him a favor.

But helplessly, he understood more than anyone else that this person could save him in this world.

Standing in the field and looking at everyone was another young man.

But unlike the domineering and arrogant young man of the first son, the young man in front of him gives people a feeling of harmony in the world and harmony in nature.

In him, you can't see any ferocity or murderous aura. His eyes seem to be the calmest lake in the world. You can't imagine seeing any thoughts in his eyes.

This person is nothing but Lin Xuan! At the critical moment, Lin Xuan arrived and saw the first young master in danger, he immediately used his means to force the three masters from the Great Inner to retreat.

"Who is trespassing the forbidden area of ​​the palace and seeking death!"

Eunuch Cheng and Jinyiwei were shocked by Lin Xuan. While rubbing his heart, he shouted sternly.

The Emperor Dawu, the Nine Five Priests, also looked at Lin Xuan unexpectedly, because he knew very well that there were no more than ten people in this world who could force the Eighth Prince to retreat ten steps.

But the young man in front of him is definitely not among the number of people, because all of these people are famous and long-standing masters.

"I am hereby ordered by Emperor Dawu to come to the palace to meet the emperor."
Chapter completed!