Chapter 1111

Ding Yi's face turned green.

His Qianjin sword formation is unbreakable and solid. His defensive strength is absolutely no worse than the prince's Jiulong body protection skill.

But Qianjin sword array won't rebound.

The crown prince's Jiulong body protection skill can actually rebound all the damage. The scene is full of people and screams.

No, Jiulong body protection doesn't have the power. It's not Jiulong body protection.

Ding Yi also knows the Jiulong body protection technique, but he disdains to learn it, because he feels that it is useless in the present era and can't defend it. If he goes back to the earth era, it's no problem to guard against ordinary bullets.

And the prince's performance has completely exceeded the power of Jiulong body protection.

At this time, the Jiulong bodyguard in front of the Prince changed again, and a series of fine awns flashed by. There was a transparent bell shaped barrier in front of him that could be seen by the naked eye.

It seems that there is a big transparent bell covering the crown prince in the middle, and there are nine dragons on the outside of the bell, and they keep circling.

"Kowloon body guard"

If Ding Yi has the true memory of henggu college, he will know that this is a more advanced Jiulong body guard than Jiulong body guard.

The Jiulong body shield is no longer a magic power, but a kind of fairy art. Like the body fixing art of the Black Dragon King, it is a kind of fairy art. It belongs to the magic power of the fairyland, not the magic power of the human world.

This little fairy art is awarded by the celestial court. Only Zhenjun can practice it in henggu college.

But many of them can't practice.

Only the prince in front of him could successfully practice this fairy art.

This is the magic, representing the power of the fairyland, which can't be broken by mortals.

"Don't do it, everyone." Ding Yi sees the situation and has to fight him alone.

"Ning Yi, do you see that my Jiulong body guard is a kind of fairy art handed down from the fairyland heaven, which can't be broken by mortals. What's better than your sword array? Ha ha ha

"Tell them not to waste their strength, no matter how many people, no matter how much strength, as long as it is the power of mortals, it is impossible to break the barrier of the fairyland. This is the difference between the fairyland and the mortal."

"You gave me everything in thunderstorm days?" Ding Yi asked in a deep voice. He finally guessed that only the prince could take out those things in thunderstorm days.

"That's right. Jiang Shen practiced and made that talisman record and Amitabha Buddha in the fairyland. He has the power of fairyland in it. Thunderstorm Day, a waste, can't kill you with such things. Of course, when I gave it to him, I knew he couldn't kill you. The reason why I gave it to him was to see what cards you still have."

The crown prince finally said his intention. He let Thunderstorm Day be a gun to see how many cards Ding Yi had.

"The magic weapon of hell, the ghost mirror, the barbarian totem, the mysterious sword array, the strange spear, the puppet, and your peerless magic skill should be all your cards." The prince saw them all.

"You were there when I played him?" Ding Yi was moved. It was really dangerous. At that time, he also suffered a lot.

"I'm not at the scene, but I have an idea on thunderstorm. This idiot doesn't know I'm looking at him." The prince shook his head.

"The ghost mirror is one of the most precious things in hell. Unfortunately, it can only shoot one light at a time, and it has the greatest effect on demons. It is invincible in hell, and it is useless to return to the world." The prince said a little bit: "I can also crack your totem - it's not worth mentioning. Sword formation and spear are not very useful to me. Your peerless magic skill can only kill people if you can touch them. Do you think you can touch me? That puppet is a little bit powerful, but unfortunately, the puppet set by Jiang Shen can't kill people in the holy Treasury. I can see all your cards clearly. What else do you want to fight with me? "

Prince, this is really powerful. Let Thunderstorm Day be a gun, and see Ding Yi's cards clearly.

Even Ding Yi's ghost mirror and corrosive talons are in his eyes.

Ding Yi, however, doesn't even know what the crown prince has. He even doesn't know whether this is the real crown prince.

What to fight with him? Ding Yi was also shocked.

The prince is so powerful that he won the first prize without fighting. They haven't played each other yet, and Ding Yi's morale has been dampened by his words.

Even Ding Yi doubts himself. How can he fight with the prince?

Don't be fooled by him. I don't know if I can beat him. Ding Yi knows that morale can't be reduced at this time.

"Come on then." Ding Yi's mind moved. Bang, bang, bang, eighteen savages jumped out one by one.

The puppet Masaru Aoki also appeared.

Seeing Ding Yi's preparation, the prince said with a smile, "one minute is up. Don't you want to join me? Well, I'll kill one first. "

Speaking of killing words, the prince finally slowly stood up.

When he stood up, the Kowloon body shield was still on him, like a transparent clock. It looked very funny, but no one laughed at the scene.

"Up." At Ding Yi's command, eighteen barbarians and Aoki Zhenjun surged up.

"Death" Prince simply ignored him and reached out to a woman in the air.

Even Ding Yi didn't feel that he had a hand.

"Bang" the woman's body suddenly exploded. It was incredible.

And the woman stood with the king's soldiers, who were with the king's soldiers.

The prince was in the air. She died of a mysterious explosion. Everyone saw her dead.

Wang Bing's face was even more earth like, hissing: "Xiangyu --- I've fought with you."

He immediately waved, offered a sword light, and rushed to the prince like crazy.

"No." Ding Yi holds him.

The front eighteen barbarians and puppets have attacked, bang, bang, bang, they keep bombarding the prince's Jiulong body shield, and then they keep being counterattacked back.

It seems that the prince is all right and solid, but Ding Yi knows that the prince's fairy art will not last long.

He must not be immortal. There is not much immortal spirit to support him.

"Don't worry, let my barbarians and puppets consume him first. His Jiulong body shield won't last long." Ding Yi calls around.

"My Kowloon body shield can last three hours. I kill one person every minute. Do you think I can last to the end?" The prince laughed: "the game goes on, does anyone want to join our henggu college?"

The prince grinned, and the crowd around him looked at each other. Everyone was frightened.

The crown prince is too invincible. He can't break the Kowloon body shield with one move. Then he will die if he flies a little. Everyone is afraid of death and doesn't want to be the next one.

"Calm down. Don't be used by him. Calm down." Ding Yi hailed around.

The crowd was frightened and fled to Ding Yi.

At this time, Ding Yi was the only one at the top, and others were hiding behind him. Even Wang Bing, who had just said he would fight with the prince, was afraid.

When his woman died just now, he was impulsive. Now think about it, he dares to go up there to seek death.

"Up, up, up." Ding Yi took out his spear and tried his best to command the barbarians and puppets.

They attack continuously, and are constantly rebounded by the Kowloon body shield. From time to time, barbarians and barbarians collide with each other.

Their attacks were fierce and continuous, and they were not afraid of injury or death.

But the crown prince's nine dragons body shield is more fierce, and it's just as solid as gold.

Everyone looked at the barbarians nervously, thinking that Ding Yi could break the barrier as soon as possible.

"Another minute is coming. No one wants to join our henggu college? It seems that you don't want to live forever. You all want to die for your country. Ha ha ha. "

The prince looked at the crowd again, and then he was in the air: "dead.".

Bang, there's no sign of the crowd, there's another explosion.

A young man with five spirits died on the spot.

"Xiaoye, Xiaoye --- Wuwu --" someone burst into tears.

The crowd is more panic, people are in danger, no one knows who will die next.

Something's wrong, something's wrong. There must be something wrong there. Ding Yi didn't see the prince's hand clearly. He always felt that something was wrong there.

The prince is neither a God nor a real immortal. How can he kill a person as soon as he reaches out his hand? There must be something wrong.

Ding Yi didn't believe that he was so powerful. If he had been so powerful, he would have killed Ding Yi.

"I can't stand it." Just then, there was a cry in the crowd, and then jumped across the street with a whoosh.

"Prince Zhenjun, I surrender, I surrender, I would like to join henggu college."

"Tian Beiwang, you traitor, we are the people of the earth, and we are determined not to disagree with the ancients."

"Tian Beiwang, your grandfather died in the hands of henggu people. You are still promising."

"Count the canons, hope the ancestors, sell the ancestors for glory."

The crowd immediately yelled.