Chapter 83 Broken

The situation that Wang Ji easily killed the snake general in seconds really happened in front of Jiao Wangjun. The third prince couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. He knew the strength of the snake general. Although his snake general was nothing under the command of the king, at least he was a general of the heavenly level. The strength was that he also tried his best to recruit.

Not only the third prince, but also the Jiao Wangjun behind them all stopped and looked at the third prince.

"Who the hell are you?" The third prince said with sharp eyes, and a brazen momentum burst out, which suddenly calmed down Jiao Wangjun, who had been a little turbulent in an instant.

"Who am I?"

Wang Ji's eyes were cold, and at this time, he showed an evil smile, which was even more horrible. After killing the snake general, the distortion of the space around Wang Ji became more obvious.

"I'm the one who wants your life..."

"Attack..."

After the third prince said this, the blood horn on his head suddenly broke out. This was a red light far beyond the ninth prince and the snake general, which made Wang Ji's eyelids jump.

And the important thing is that when the Jiao Wangjun behind heard this sentence, the blood horns on his head also burst out and shot at Wang Ji.

"Hey! Blood horn..."

Wang Ji's cold smile disappeared in front of everyone. When he appeared again, he was already in front of the third prince.

"Oh no...my third son!"

Within the Jiaowang tribe, Jiaowang shouted and took out a crystal again.

"My third son is in danger..."

After saying that, the dragon king rushed out of the tribe with an angry face.

Who is it? It is absolutely unforgivable to dare to challenge the majesty of my King Jiao. Even if the Yuanyuan Dragon King comes, my Jiao King may not be bad. Now... someone dares to kill my ninth son and kill my third son."

The dragon king who rushed out of the tribe, like a real dragon, flew to the sky and rushed out in the direction of the crystal prompt at a very fast speed.

However, the crystals have become darker and darker.

Wang Ji's fist hit the third prince's body, but the third prince's dragon horn emitted a fierce red light, and a protective cover appeared in front of Wang Ji.

"Hey!"

The third prince smiled and said, "This shield is the ability given to me by my father, which is enough to block the attack of the peak of the heavenly level. Do you want to break it? Jiao Wangjun, the army attack.

"Yes!"

The momentum of Jiao Wangjun condensed to a point in an instant, and a spear appeared in mid-air.

"Hmm?" Wang Ji looked at the spear in the sky, and a little surprise appeared in his cold eyes: "What is this?"

Wither waiting for him to react, the spear had been stabbed at him, and Wang Ji found that he could not use space to move under this spear.

Looking at the cold wind sword in his hand, there was a little wandering in Wang Ji's eyes. When the spear was formed, he could not take this attack.

However, his attack power was fully reflected in the cold wind sword, and at this time, the cold wind sword was already cracked and tired.

It seemed that he had experienced Wang Ji's mood. The cold wind sword, which had become blood red, made waves of mourning, but at the same time, it seemed to encourage Wang Ji.

"Cold Wind Sword, Cold Wind Sword..."

In the blood-red eyes, there was a little fluctuation. In a piece of murderous intention, a warmth was projected on the cold wind sword.

"Even if I die, I will never hurt you again..."

Wang Ji's blood eyes returned to cold silence again, and then carried the cold wind sword behind him. Wang Ji raised it with one hand and put his fingers together as a finger sword. A blood light flew out of Wang Ji's body and went towards the spear.

"Huh! I don't measure myself."

The third prince said disdainfully that he was one of the people who knew the strength of Jiaowang's army. This spear was extremely powerful at the peak of a thousand people, and it was all the power of his body. The energy bursting out was enough to be comparable to the attack power of the peak of the heavenly level.

According to Wang Ji's previous attack power, although he can shake his shield, he has never reached the peak of heaven. Under the attack of this blow, it is difficult to survive.

"San'er..."

In the faraway place, Jiao Wang is running wildly, although this Saner is not the best of all his sons. But among his sons, the third prince is his favorite. I sent him out this time just to hone him, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Looking at the increasingly dim crystal, the speed of the dragon king has increased by one% again.

The spear stabbed Wang Ji at a very fast speed, and the blood light was in front of the spear, as if it were made of paper, fragile.

Wang Ji closed her eyes, and a huge amount of energy in her body burst out, but the flesh and blood on her arm broke directly, and the crystal bones were exposed.

"Hand, after all, is not a sword..."

Wang Ji sighed, but without any hesitation, the explosion of the increased true power.

"Fortely, there is forging, otherwise even if I do my best, I'm afraid this hand will collapse in an instant..."

At the dangerous moment, Wang Ji's mind regained a trace of clarity, but the idea flashed and disappeared.

"Huh! The cultivation is rampant..."

Wang Ji said in a cold tone, and his blood-red eyes flashed by crazily.

"Break it for me..."

Wang Ji faced the spear. Instead of retreating or giving up, he went away against this terrible attack. Although this attack is likely to be his last attack.

Just as Wang Ji's hand was about to touch the spear, the cold wind sword behind Wang Ji suddenly shot out and directly held it in Wang Ji's hand.

"It's not good!"

Wang Ji is about to withdraw his hand, but the cold wind sword has been against the spear. At this time, you must not let go, otherwise I'm afraid it will be the consequence of a sword destruction.

At this time, Wang Ji had a panic in his cold eyes.

This cold wind sword has been with him for a long time. He has long regarded this sword as his most precious thing. However, the cold wind sword is about to break.

Feeling the pain of the cold wind sword and the increasingly dense cracks on the sword, Wang Ji roared.

"If the cold wind sword dies, I will definitely bury this Yuanyuan star. I, Wang Ji, said to do it. If you violate this oath, the sky will thunder. As if responding to Wang Ji's words, a flash of lightning appeared in the red sky.

"Lightning?"

When the Jiaowang saw the lightning in the distance, he couldn't help stopping in place and looking at it in horribly.

"It turned out to be in the direction of San'er..."

Not only did it not slow down. The blood horns on Jiao Wang's head flashed, and the speed increased by countless times in an instant. If you press the vision alone, you can't capture the existence of this figure.

Boom...

The cold wind sword and the spear bombarded each other, and a huge energy fluctuation appeared in the air, directly sweeping towards Jiao Wang Jun, including Wang Ji, who was among them.

A minute later, thousands of Jiao Wangjun had all fallen, and the third prince had already stared at this scene in the distance.

"Jiang Wangjun, my father's Jiao Wangjun, has died so much?" The third prince couldn't help but feel a heartache. For the third prince, who had long regarded the position of the dragon king as something in his pocket, this hit his heart.

"Impossible..."

But immediately, the attention of the third prince was no longer on Jiao Wangjun. He found that a huge murderous intention came from the center of the explosion, which made him creepy.

The moment he was about to escape, he found that he could no longer move. In his eyes, the world seemed to turn blood red. The original Yuanyuan star was originally red, but he found that in this world, it was full of murderous intent and endless murderous intent, which almost drove him crazy in an instant.

"Inexpectedly, it is even more murderous than the bloody stone on the ground level..."

The third prince muttered that he felt the smell of death. This feeling of death broke out to the peak after seeing Wang Ji's blood-red eyes.

This murderous intention made him breathless. He felt that the murderous intention had eroded into his spirit the next moment. It is inconceivable for an heir of the dragon king who survived the reyuan round star and endless killing.

Because for Yuanyuanxing people, the murderous intention is nothing more than a tonic.

"No... I can't die. I still have a protective shield. My father will definitely come back to save me. As long as I hold on until my father comes, I can survive.

However, at this time, I don't know how far it is from here.

A red light instantly thought of him cutting it. The originally extremely hard shield, but in all this, it was easy to send the third prince to Death.

"Field, field..." Wang Ji shook his head: "If the understanding and formation of this field depend on the fragmentation of the cold wind sword, I would rather not."

Wang Ji looked for the fragments of the cold wind sword from the ground. He wanted to see if the cold wind sword existed even a little.

"As long as... as you keep such a trace of wisdom, even if I give everything I have, I will save you..." Wang Ji muttered. After killing the third prince, his mind has been fully restored.

However, there is nothing else in this land except blood.

Or... and Wang Ji's favorite thing is left here.

"You must find..." Although the uneasiness in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, Wang Ji doesn't care at all, but looks for it one by one.

After several years of getting along with the cold wind sword, Wang Ji is extremely familiar with the breath of the cold wind sword. As long as he is nearby, Wang Ji can know whether there are any fragments.

The prince who slowly picked it up did not know at all that the angry king was coming towards him. In less than half a day's journey, there were also Sikong invincible looking at his position on the map and praying nervously.

"Your sister's thief, God, if Wang Ji can survive, I will recognize this brother."