All My Disciples Are Kings

 The Eight Peaks Thunder Prison is indeed a bit underwhelming in the Nine Dragons Dynasty.

But this is because Mu Fusheng did not use the ancient divine thunder, but only exerted ordinary thunder power.

 Cang Ming's blood-toothed knife was directly penetrated through one of the peaks.

Everyone couldn't help but frown when they saw that Cang Ming easily broke through Mu Fusheng's attack.

This person's strength doesn't seem to be too strong, so how come he is valued by the Crown Prince and even His Royal Highness?

Even Holy Son Xuanming was a little confused for a moment.

Jiu Bailu would really like this kind of person?

 Or is there something special about him?

 Looking at Jiu Bailu and the prince again, they saw that their expressions had not changed much.

 At the moment.

Cang Ming snorted coldly: "It's not interesting at all. Since you only have this strength, then end it as soon as possible."

 After saying that, he grasped the handle of the Blood Tooth Knife with both hands, bent his knees slightly, and stepped forward with his right foot, stepping heavily on the red carpet.

 The **** aura surged out instantly!

Behind him, a headless **** figure holding a big knife condensed!

 The overwhelming blood energy would probably break through the dome if it were not isolated by the dragon and phoenix harp.

 When the people around him saw this, they all shook their heads slightly.

Cang Ming used this move. If Mu Fusheng only had the strength he showed just now, he probably wouldn't be able to follow through with this move.

 Everyone focused their attention on Mu Fusheng, wanting to see what he would do next.

 Is it to admit defeat directly?

It is better to choose to resist Cang Ming's Blood Shadow Crazy Knife.

Mu Fusheng's face was solemn, he slightly raised his head and looked at the headless **** figure.

Step back slightly and start to make seals with both hands.

The remaining seven thunder peaks actually began to move, and immediately blocked by Mu Fusheng's body under the infusion of endless thunder power.

Cang Ming saw Mu Fusheng's step back and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think these turtle shells can protect you?"

With that said, he picked up the blood-toothed knife with both hands and slashed from top to bottom in the direction of Mu Fusheng!

 At the same time, the headless **** figure behind him also made the same move with a mad knife in his hand.

The mad sword came and pressed against the seven thunder peaks like it turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

Even under the isolation of Longfengqin, some people at a similar distance can smell the wanton smell of blood.

How many people have been killed, and how many people have become the souls of Cang Ming's sword to be able to condense such a large amount of blood energy?

However, no one is thinking too much about this matter now, but everyone is focusing on the seven thunder peaks.

　　When the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword fell on the thunder peak at the front.

As expected by everyone, in just two breaths, Lei Feng made an overwhelming clicking sound, and the Blood-toothed Knife sank into Lei Feng!

As Cang Ming stepped forward, the thunder peak turned directly into powder!

Mu Fusheng, who was behind Leifeng, groaned, put his hands forward, and took a step back as if he was feeling a huge pressure.

 Seeing this scene, Xiao Hei and Fang Qiong behind were speechless.

 You can really pretend...

Had they not known part of Mu Fusheng's strength, they might have been deceived by this superb acting skills.

On the other hand, the prince looked at this scene with a strange expression.

How is this true?

Is it possible that Mu Fusheng really doesn't have much strength, and even last time he just borrowed foreign objects to release the kind of aura that even the Tiancong Sword Ancestor was afraid of?

Jiu Bailu smiled faintly, and there was a golden light shining deep in Mu Fusheng's eyes that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

This golden light seems to be able to see through everything.

Cang Ming's blood shadow mad sword hasn't stopped yet, and the headless blood shadow behind him is holding a big sword and constantly slashing at the thunder peaks!

 In just these ten breaths of time, only two of the six thunder peaks are left!

Mu Fusheng's face began to turn pale visibly to the naked eye. The breath began to become even more confusing.

Cang Ming pressed the blood-toothed knife in front of his hands and sneered: "I'm a little embarrassed. I didn't expect that your strength is so weak. It seems that I am bullying the small."

"How about you just admit defeat? If you just admit defeat, maybe it won't hurt you, and I will just put away the knife."

Mu Fusheng’s lips trembled and he didn’t say anything.

 It’s just that look in Cang Ming’s eyes that doesn’t want to admit defeat.

Hence, Cang Ming sneered: "It's quite courageous."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Ming shouted.

 Another thunder peak cracked in response!

 However, when the last thunder peak came into Cang Ming's eyes, Cang Ming's expression suddenly changed.

 The pupils suddenly contracted, and the eyes widened instantly!

In front of his eyes, this thunder peak was covered with talismans and seals at some point.

On the talisman seal, there is a large amount of thunder power gathered into a thunder net.

The gathered thunder net directly surrounded Cang Ming.

At the same time, there were streaks of lightning blooming inside Leifeng!

 A destructive force of thunder began to gather strength along with the thunderous light emerging from each talisman.

Cang Ming's face was horrified. Under the siege of the thunder net, even if he broke the net, he could not avoid the power generated by the explosion of the thunder peaks and the talismans.

Moreover, the best defensive opportunity will be missed.

Under subconscious judgment, Cang Ming gave a low shout, and a headless **** figure stood in front of Cang Ming, holding a big knife to block it.

Cang Ming also held the blood-toothed knife across his chest.

 Under the horrified eyes of everyone.

 Thunder bursts!

Boom!

Huge and dull roaring sound of thunder resounded throughout the hall, and even people in the entire palace could see the thunder light constantly leaking out of the hall!

 It lasted for twenty breaths before the lightning began to slowly dissipate.

 In the main hall, everyone slowly opened their eyes and stared closely at the center of the red carpet.

 The figures of Cang Ming and Mu Fusheng appeared.

The headless **** shadow has dissipated, and the clothes on Cang Ming's body are torn, revealing the red flesh and blood inside.

 The breath is even more unstable.

Mu Fusheng, on the other hand, was half-kneeling on the ground, panting and half-kneeling, with numerous scars on his body.

Cang Ming said with an ugly face: "Despicable, you actually use foreign objects!"

Mu Fusheng sneered: "I am a talisman seal master. I carved these talisman seals myself. How can I be despicable?"

Cang Ming snorted coldly: "Relying on this trick is just exchanging injuries for injuries. I can still strike with one more blow, so how can you resist my last strike?"

Mu Fusheng took a deep breath, shook his body slightly, as if forcing himself to stand up, and then pointed at Cang Ming's feet with a smile.

Cang Ming looked down and saw that his feet were covered with talismans and seals!

“You are stronger than me, but you seem a little too arrogant.”

Mu Fusheng looked at Cang Ming with a smile and said: "If you think you can resist these talismans, then I will admit defeat." (End of this chapter)