The wind sword galloped towards the direction of Burning Sky Island.

In the afternoon.

Suddenly, the clouds ahead were torn apart by a powerful force, and a huge bronze warship broke out of the air

"Oh, the speed of the Golden Crow tribe is not slow!" Changmei Zhenren said with his eyes narrowed and said, "There are deaths every year, and there are a lot of them this year."

Ning Fan's heart tightened and subconsciously clenched his fists.

Although he had already broken through the realm of a saint, he was still very weak in the face of the strong people of the Jinwu clan.

Ye Qiu looked calm, stopped the flying sword, and looked quietly ahead, his eyes as deep as the sea, and there was no slight wave.

"Boom--"

The bronze warship slowly approached, and the hull was dark green all over, with lifelike golden crow wings carved on it.

A golden flag was erected at the bow of the ship, with a three-legged golden crow embroidered on it, waving in the wind.

On the deck of the battleship, three figures stood side by side.

The leader was a young man wearing a golden feathered dress with a handsome face and an innate arrogance between his eyebrows.

A faint golden flame was surrounded by his body, and his every move exuded a powerful pressure.

This person is the ninth prince of Jinwu.

To the left of the Ninth Prince, there is a burly man.

He was naked with his upper body, his muscles were tangled, and his skin was covered with golden patterns, as if magma was flowing in his body, with an extremely violent momentum.

On the right side of the Ninth Prince, there is a young man in white with a sinister face.

He held a folding fan in his hand, which seemed elegant, but his eyes were as cold as a knife, and his whole body exuded a biting chill.

"The three are all at the peak of the peerless saint king, and they are still so young, which is a bit interesting." Changmei Zhenren smiled.

Ning Fan said: "The three of them may be the princes of the Jinwu clan."

"Old guy, give you a chance to show off, go and kill them." Ye Qiu said.

Unexpectedly, Changmei Zhenren lay on his back on Jian's body and said, "I'm not interested."

"Are you not interested, or do you want to work hard?" Ye Qiu asked.

Changmei Zhenren laughed and said, "This is a good opportunity for you to teach your apprentice. How can I interfere with it?"

boom!

The bronze warship arrived in an instant and stopped when Ye Qiu and the others were still dozens of feet away.

The three princes of the Jinwu clan's eyes fell on Ye Qiu and their brows were slightly frowning.

"This sea area is the territory of our Jinwu tribe. Who are you? You dare to fly here with swords?" The Ninth Prince's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.

Ye Qiu asked back: "Are you the princes of the Jinwu clan?"

"Not bad." The ninth prince said proudly, and the golden feathered clothes shone brightly in the sunset: "I am the ninth prince, these two are my seventh brother and my starling brother."

"Oh." Ye Qiu's face appeared with a bright smile, and he looked at the three princes of the Golden Crow clan and asked, "So, are you here to take revenge?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the three princes changed at the same time.

"Do you know what happened?" the eighth prince asked in a deep voice, his voice rolling like muffled thunder.

"Of course I know." Ye Qiu smiled, his tone as if he was talking about an irrelevant thing: "Not only do I know, but also..."

He paused, and a playful curve curled up at the corner of his mouth: "I killed people."

What?

The pupils of the three princes suddenly shrank, unbelievable.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "I have killed all the tenth princes of Jinwu, as well as the ten elders of your Jinwu clan."

"Since you are here to take revenge, then come and kill me!"

In an instant, a terrifying murderous intent exploded instantly.

The temperature of the entire sea area suddenly rose, the sea water boiled and steam spread, and the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles was dyed red, as if the end of the world was coming.

"No matter whether you killed someone or not, it is a death sentence to provoke us." The seventh prince's eyes were cold and the folding fan unfolded.

Nine rounds of sun were painted on the fan, and each round exuded a destructive aura.

"Old Eight and Nine, you are waiting for me here, I'll go and kill him."

The seventh prince stepped out in one step, his figure flashing like a ghost.

As the folding fan swung, nine rounds of scorching sun whistled out, turning into nine golden pillars of fire, each containing terrifying power, and rushed straight to Ye Qiu.

"Master, be careful!" Ning Fan exclaimed.

The high temperature emitted by the nine pillars of fire made him, the powerful saint, feel extremely palpitations, as if he was about to be scorched.

"A little trick to carving insects."

Ye Qiu stood there, not even moving, just waved his hand lightly.

"boom!"

The nine pillars of fire suddenly stopped three meters away from Ye Qiu, as if they were hitting an invisible wall. Then, the pillars of fire collapsed inch by inch, turning into Mars all over the sky and dissipated in the sea breeze.

"What?" The seventh prince's face changed drastically, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

This move is one of his trump cards. He once burned a city with one blow, but unexpectedly, it was resolved so easily by the other party.

However, before the seventh prince could react, Ye Qiu's figure had already appeared in front of him.

“Too weak.”

Ye Qiu raised his hand and slapped it out.

This palm seems casual, but it contains the charm of the simplest way, as if the laws of heaven and earth are condensed in this palm.

"Bang!"

A crisp slap sounded throughout the sea.

The next second, the seventh prince's head exploded, and the headless corpse fell from a high altitude and smashed into the sea, splashing huge waves.

"Brother Seven!"

The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince exclaimed at the same time, their eyes full of horror.

The Seventh Prince is at the peak of the peerless Saint King. Although he is not the most amazing prince of the Jinwu clan, his strength can also be ranked in the top six among the top ten princes, and he was actually slapped to death by the other party?

"Old Jiu, let's go together!"

The eighth prince roared, his muscles swelled up all over his body, and his whole body was like a burning sun, emitting a terrifying murderous intent.

He clenched his fists, and devastating power was condensed on his fists, and the space was twisted and deformed by burning.

"Golden Crow Flame Fist!"

The eighth prince punched out, and the void was broken wherever the fist wind passed.

The power of this punch is enough to break a mountain range!

At the same time, the Ninth Prince also sacrificed a golden spear.

The body of the gun is carved with a golden crow totem, and the tip of the gun condenses a little cold light, pierces through the void, and takes Ye Qiu straight to it.

"Golden Crow Sky-Breaking Spear!"

The gun was like a dragon, with a harsh whistle, as if even time was about to be pierced by this gun!

Faced with the joint attacks of the two princes, Ye Qiu remained calm.

"It's not stupid to know how to join forces." Ye Qiu smiled slightly, pointed his right hand like a sword, and gently stroked it.

"call out!"

A sharp sword energy spread across the sky, like a terrifying geese from the sky, not only shattering the eighth prince's fist, but also slashing the eighth prince's sword in half.

Even the soul was shattered.

Suddenly, the Eighth Prince sprayed blood, his internal organs splattered everywhere, and he died on the spot, and the scene was extremely bloody.

"Brother!"

The ninth prince's eyes were bloody, and the spear was stabbed out crazily. The gun shadow was like rain, blocking Ye Qiu's retreat.

Every shot contains the power of destroying the world, and the ordinary peerless saint king will die.

However, Ye Qiu just blinked his fingers.

"bite!"

The golden spear broke instantly, the ninth prince's tiger's mouth collapsed, and blood flowed.

He retreated in fear, his eyes full of horror.

"Impossible!" The Ninth Prince's voice trembled: "Who are you... who are you?"

Ye Qiu did not answer, took a step forward, raised his hand and pressed it on the head of the Ninth Prince with lightning speed.
Chapter completed!