Urban Madness

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The charge of the Eighth Prince was extremely domineering, like a dragon that had been dormant for many years suddenly jumped up.

The dragon strikes!

Carrying unmatched power, he is extremely arrogant, and there is a harsh sonic boom in the air, even thousands of troops will be defeated.

In his opinion, the reason why Ye Fan was able to beat himself just now was entirely due to the power of that wooden sword. Now that he is competing with pure physical strength, he asks himself that he is no less than anyone.

"I can't help myself!"

Ye Fan let out a sneer and slapped his right hand forward. He seemed to control the most terrifying power in the world between applause.

If the Eighth Prince was a dragon that emerged from Teng Yuan, then Ye Fan's palm was like a sacred mountain from the Nine Heavens Profound Realm, smashing down fiercely and bombarding the dragon head.

"boom!"

A loud noise came.

With the point of contact between the two as the center of the circle, a majestic and endless energy wave burst out, and the strong air wave blew both Ruan Hongli and Xiao Li, and the Princess Nishang could barely stand still if she had her inner strength running.

And the wall of the box on the top floor of Yipin Kitchen quickly cracked, and dense cracks appeared, showing signs of collapse at any time.

With such a big battle, the guests on the lower two floors naturally felt a little bit astonished.

Although martial arts cannot be restrained in the imperial city, few people dare to do it in the first-grade kitchen.

More importantly, they just saw the Eighth Prince ascend to the top with their own eyes. Could it be that the Eighth Prince had a conflict with others?

"Wow!"

In the next moment, a figure was like a kite with a broken line, flying upside down from the top floor, marking thousands of meters in the air and finally falling to the ground, smashing into a big hole.

The guests in the restaurant poked their heads out and looked over there, while whispering:

"Which bad luck was it that was blown away so far!"

"It's probably the arrogant kid before!"

"It's too miserable. I offended the Eighth Prince. How can I have a good life?"

"Maybe I was beaten and disabled directly!"

...

At this moment, the figure in the big pit in the distance struggled to get up.

When everyone saw his appearance, his pupils shrank sharply, his mouth widened, enough to swallow an egg, and his face showed a devilish expression.

"Eight...Eight Prince!"

"How is this possible?!"

There was a huge wave in everyone's hearts, and they were beyond surprise.

You know, this is the imperial city. Even the heads of the twelve ancient families would not dare to make trouble here, let alone beat up the eighth prince.

On the other hand, the eighth prince is by no means weak, he has the realm of the Nine Transformations of God, standing at the top of the pyramid.

Unless it is the true immortal of Cross Tribulation, few people in the same realm can beat him down.

"Who did it?!"

Just when many guests were confused.

Ye Fan left the restaurant in a flash, appeared thousands of meters away, and confronted the Eighth Prince.

Compared with the gray-headed face of the Eighth Prince, Ye Fan's clothes were not stained with dust, the clouds were light and breezy, and he didn't even sweat a single drop.

"Eight princes, the victory or defeat has been divided, you will be boring if you continue to fight, give up!" Ye Fan said lightly, with unparalleled confidence in his tone.

"Boy, what a big tone! Just warming up just now, this king hasn't used his full strength yet, come again!"

The eighth prince showed a hideous look, flicked his legs like lightning, and kicked Ye Fan.

"Turn the river down!"

Between the lightning and the fire, the eighth prince kicked out hundreds of legs, with heavy shadows, like a Tianhe flooding landslides and tsunami, surging, sweeping all directions, covering the world, closing Ye Fan’s sight, dazzling,

This trick is a heavenly combat technique, unmatched in strength.

When he first fisted, the eighth prince was a flying dragon from Tengyuan. Now, he seems to have turned into an evil dragon,

And his legs are very tricky, attacking Ye Fan's eyebrows, eyes, neck, throat, chest, ribs, lower abdomen, knees, heart and other vital parts.

If another cultivator was there, he would be kicked to pieces in an instant, with no bones left.

Seeing such a fierce attack, everyone in the distance exclaimed:

"As expected of the Eighth Prince!"

"Practicing leg combat skills to this level is already superb. If you go to a higher level, you will be in the realm of the legendary'Martial Saint'!"

"Hehe...it seems that the kid is dead, even if he has a spiritual weapon protector, he can't withstand such a terrifying attack!"

The vast majority of onlookers were not optimistic about Ye Fan, thinking that Ye Fan would die under the shadow of the sky.

However, at this critical moment, Ye Fan did not move at all, taking roots under his feet, standing on the spot like a stone statue, not dodge or hide, letting his legs hit the sea.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

A series of intensive collisions sounded like a rain of bullets, shaking the eardrum.

This unilateral bombardment raged for several minutes.

Suddenly, the eighth prince retreated, stopped attacking, and dressed coarsely.

Such a high-intensity combat attack is also a huge drain for him, and his physical strength drops sharply.

But he is very confident in his own strength. As long as a monk who has not survived the tribulation, encountering this level of attack, he will definitely break his body and die.

Thinking of this, the eighth prince had a smile drawn out of his mouth, and he felt proud.

At this moment, Ye Fan's voice rang in his ears: "This...is this your strongest attack?"

"what?"

The Eighth Prince suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Fan, then the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared instantly, replaced by an unconcealable horror.

Looking into the distance, Ye Fan still stood in place, standing proudly, without any signs of injury.

The combat skills he tried his best to display seemed to be completely ineffective to Ye Fan.

How is this possible?

Even the body of a true fairy who has survived the catastrophe can not have such a defense power!

The eighth prince froze in place, his face blank, his mind was blank.

Not only him, but everyone onlookers in the distance was all stupid, and couldn't believe his eyes.

But they couldn't think of it, Ye Fan was wearing a heavenly hegemony body, had experienced the baptism of the light of destiny, and also accepted the tempering of the big sun golden flame.

The pure physical strength reached the strength of ten thousand dragons, and the defensive power reached an incredible realm. It was indestructible and even tougher than the magic weapon.

Under countless horrified gazes, Ye Fan stared at the Eighth Prince and said coldly: "You try your best, but you can't even break my defense! Even if I stand still and let you fight, another hundred years, You can't do any harm to me!"

"you!!!"

Hearing this, the Eighth Prince seemed to be greatly humiliated, his face flushed with anger, and his whole body trembled.

But he had to admit that Ye Fan was not wrong.

Before, he brazenly offered the condition that the two sides must not use spirit weapons and directly fight directly.

But with the strength of Ye Fan's physical body, no matter what methods he uses, there is no hope of victory.

"Hohoho...I am unwilling!!!"

The eyes of the eighth prince were red, the hair rooted up, and his appearance was crazy and hideous.

He is not someone who can't afford to lose!

If the opponent is True Immortal Du Jie, or Prince Qin Xuance, he would not be so angry.

But the opponent is just a five-turned kid who looks like an ant in his eyes.

Who knew that this ant suddenly transformed into a nine-day **** king, enough to suppress his true dragon!

That kind of strong sense of drop is like being driven into the mortal world from the clouds, crushing all his pride.

"You can't stay here!"

The Eighth Prince glared at Ye Fan viciously, and this thought came to mind.

If you don't kill Ye Fan today, his Dao Heart will be flawed. In the future, Ye Fan's cultivation base will only get higher and higher. He wants to defeat it, and it will be as difficult as heaven.

"Boy, you forced me!"

As the Eighth Prince said, he took out a blood-red spirit pill, as big as a bird's egg, with countless complicated pill patterns on the surface, which was unpredictable.

Even at a long distance, you can feel the extremely powerful energy contained in it, the surging pill energy overflows, and there is also a strong dragon power in it.

Upon seeing this, Ye Fan frowned, and could feel that this spirit pill was absolutely no small thing, it seemed to be more powerful than the Universe Pill he had refined.

"No, this is Hualong Pill!"

The Princess Nishang recognized the origin of this pill for the first time, Jiao exclaimed.

As soon as this remark came out, the whole audience exploded.

"What? This is the legendary Dragon Pill?"

"It is said that this is made from a drop of the essence and blood of the Primordial Heavenly Dragon King. It must be consumed by the strongest monk in the flesh, otherwise there is a danger of exploding and death! But after taking it, you can transform into a dragon and get a portion of the Primordial Heavenly Dragon. the power of!"

"A heavenly high-grade spirit pill like this is the most precious among the most treasures, even if the royal family doesn't have many of them! Isn't the Eighth Prince going to use this most treasure here? It's a violent thing!"

...

Hearing the words of everyone around him, Ye Fan's brow furrowed tighter, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

The Primordial Heavenly Dragon King is the leader of the dragon group. Only one will appear in every thousand Heavenly Dragons. It is above the heavenly high-grade spirit beasts. It is a sacred beast, at the same level as the Supreme Immortal Venerable.

Although it was just a drop of its essence and blood, it also contained incomparable divine power, which was definitely not something mortals could resist.

"Brother Eight Emperors, calm down!" Princess Nishang screamed, anxious.

"Jiumei, no matter what you say today, you can't make me change my mind! If you don't kill this son, you can't vent my hatred!"

Under the attention of the public, the eighth prince showed determination and swallowed the dragon pill without hesitation.

"boom!"

Pei Ran Mo's powerful medicinal power injected into his limbs and hundreds of skeletons, as if a star exploded in his body.

"Ah!"

The eighth prince uttered a scream, his facial features were distorted, and he seemed to be suffering from extremely intense pain, desperate for life.

"Galala...Galala...Galala..."

There was a thunderous muscle and bones inside his body, his figure grew a lot taller, and he looked like two meters forty-five meters, and his clothes were completely torn apart, revealing a strong and strong body.

Suddenly, something incredible happened-

On the flesh of the eighth prince, pale golden scales grew, gleaming with dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

Two coral-like long horns grew on his forehead, similar to Long Jiaojiao. Ten fingers were also turned into sharp dragon claws, sharp as swords, which seemed to tear everything and penetrate all magical weapons.

His eyes were red, with a coquettish, cruel and tyrannical light, which made his scalp numb and shuddering.

Although still maintaining the shape of a human, the eight princes at this moment feel like an ancient demon dragon descending into the world, which is enough to cause trouble to the common people, and provoke lives and grief everywhere.