Martial God Space

"What are you waiting for? Don't hurry up, kill him completely, and grab the old trees!"

"kill him!"

A shouting sound rang in Ye Xiwen’s ear, and the blood slave was bombarded again and again, a little closer to the position of Ye Xi’s text. Although hundreds of masters were also killed by blood slaves, there is still no way to stop those. The more the master's footsteps, the more dead and wounded, the more they are more open to the ancient trees.

On the other hand, Qi Feifan was slowly pushed into the wind by three people. Although his strength is more tyrannical than any of the three people, when faced with the three people, there is still a sense of powerlessness. .

For the Mingxin ancient tree, the three people are extremely urgent. Compared with the hundreds of people, they are in the same place. They are in the ranks of Tianjiao, and naturally want to go further. If there is a clear heart, this can be achieved.

Fortunately, among the three people, Fengzi is a weak link. He has only nine hundred rules. He has always been regarded as a weakness by Qi Feifan. It is a pain to catch the opportunity, which makes him extremely depressed. He Wherever he went, he was high, but the few people here were not more powerful than him, but now he has always been a high self-vision, but he has become a weakness, which makes him accept.

"You let us go, we don't care about you, even after getting the old tree, I will divide you a part of the bud!" Pang Yangbo saw Ye Xiwen become more and more arrogant, and more anxious. Up, he would never have sent a shoot, even if it was just a shoot, it was his, others could not move.

The Fengzi who was on the side was also anxious more and more. Both of them had suffered from Ye Xiwen’s loss. They knew Ye Xiwen’s horror. Now Ye Xiwen’s breath is getting stronger and stronger, and they have no time to continue to delay.

Qi Feifan sneered, did not answer, but the long sword in his hand was even more dancing, not listening to Pang Yangbo's provocation. The longer he insisted on this time, the faster the possibility of Ye Xiwen waking up. At this time, he I can also feel that Ye Xiwen’s breath is expanding, the horrible horror, the kind that only arrives in the holy world a little bit, but it is not the feeling of the holy world.

"Swords moving Kyushu!" Qi Feifan sneered, the sword in his hand instantly fell, splattered the unimaginable golden gods, and went straight to the weak point of the three men.

The wind son returned a few steps, almost smashed into two halves by Jianguang, suddenly his face was very ugly, and he was so proud that he was attacked as a short board, and most importantly, he knew that the other side would attack himself. But there is no way. He is the weakest among the four. If it is not the lining of the two, Qi Feifan is afraid that he can split him directly into two halves without a few swords. He will only die, which makes him abnormal. Depressed, but there is no way.

"Boom!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Pang Yangbo immediately smashed Qi Feifan with a thunder and lightning, hit him a shackle, and his feet were almost directly cut off by giant force.

Except for the obvious difference, the other three are similar. It is really not at all careless. Once there is any general idea, they will be seized.

"Hey!"

The blood slaves were once again blasted, and the blood that turned into a large group flew out instantly. The obstacles in front of Ye Xiwen had disappeared. Everyone was overjoyed. Several masters quickly rushed toward Ye Xiwen and wanted to kill Ye Xiwen completely.

They can all see that the blood slave should be controlled by Ye Xiwen. As long as Ye Xiwen is dead, then the blood slave will naturally not collapse.

"When!" A huge sound of gold and iron symphony, several people's attacks did not attack Ye Xiwen's body, a **** enchantment appeared in front of Ye Xiwen, a quaint mirror dripping in Ye Xiwen's Hovering over the top of the head, Ye Xiwen was given care of it.

Several of the most powerful masters were even shaken by the terrorist forces that bounced back.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the Tianyuan mirror that appeared on the top of Ye Xiwen’s head. It was a dumbfounded feeling. It was a sacrament. How to fight it, they are not there, but they have seen it, but they have seen it. Only after knowing the horror of the sacred device, even if the master of the sacred world does not have the sanctuary of everyone, Ye Xiwen has a sacred instrument, which makes them feel confused.

"Hey!" At this time, Qi Feifan, who had been in front of the three people, could not resist it. He was stunned by Yu Wenhong and his body flew out. The power of the three-person attack was too horrible.

However, at this time, no one paid attention to Qi Feifan's affairs. Even the three people of Pang Yangbo were also striding toward Ye Xiwen, and they went straight to kill, especially the Fengzi. This time, they showed an amazing body and even surpassed it. The two, in an instant, approached Yang Xiwen, a windy seal appeared in the hands, to interrupt Ye Xiwen's breakthrough, take the opportunity to kill Ye Xiwen, in order to eliminate the hatred of the heart, how many years, he has never been so embarrassed, the only thing to let him The wretched man is the one in front of him, killing him, his heart knot does not exist.

"The whole wind and the seal of the dynasty have fallen, and the smashing smashed into the mirror of Tianyuan, and there has been a violent wave of waves, like huge stones rushing into the water.

At this time, the wind son has already killed Ye Xiwen, he does not care what the holy device is not holy, he only wants Ye Xiwen to die.

"Boom!" Ye Xiwen burst into an unbeatable momentum. The golden sea of ​​divine nature suddenly rolled up the boundless waves, sweeping over the past.

The wind son, Daxie, did not think that when Ye Xiwen was in retreat, there were so many means. When he killed him twice before, he actually had such a means.

But only for a while.

In the golden wave of the gods, Feng Gongzi shunned and supported, but he saw the sky in the sky. A large hand instantly tore the golden sea curtain and took it toward the wind son.

"Hey!" The wind son was shot by the students, and a huge force almost cut his head.

Everyone was terrified, and it was stunned. What kind of power is this, the strength of the wind son is obvious to all, the strength is strong, and it is only a little less than Pang Yangbo, basically it can be regarded as the top combat power, but it is Was gently swayed by the big hand, and it was so powerful that it was so powerful.

In the golden curtain that was torn apart, a figure swept out of the rainbow, and everyone looked at it. Isn't this the Ye Xiwen who was still in the retreat?

At this time, everyone looked at it, Ye Xiwen's gods were restrained, as if they were ordinary people, the atmosphere was round and there was a feeling of returning to the truth.

Ye Xiwen looked at the crowd with a cold look, killing all the people, everyone was horrifying his change, but only he knew that he finally broke through the limits of a thousand laws, before the earth-shattering movement, but the real breakthrough is The spring rain is fine and silent, and there is no sound at all. It seems that it is not a hard battle. It just breaks through the rules. However, he can still feel it, although it is just a rule, but his power. Compared with the previous nine hundred and ninety-nine, it is ten times stronger. Just one more rule, all the circles in his body are perfect, and the real flow is abnormally smooth. If it is the former Now he can punch one by one.

Almost there has been a fundamental change. Until now, he has only vaguely felt the existence of the threshold of the Holy Land. The average person may feel the existence of the Holy Land when he gathers the five hundred laws. The more the body can The person who accommodates the law, the later it feels, and Ye Xiwen is finally able to touch it now.

His realm is still a long way from the sacred place, but his power can almost touch the existence of the layer of the bo film, but it is like the iron wall. Just now Ye Xiwen tried to break through, but it could not be broken. .

Ye Xiwen did not let go of the windboy who had already flown out, stepping out of the way, it was difficult to see the figure quickly, as if it was shrinking into the inch, and instantly appeared in front of the wind son.

"No, you can't kill me!" Feng Gongzi shivered and shouted in fear. This time he was really scared. Before he hated Ye Xiwen, he knew that Ye Xiwen was very powerful, but he was not afraid of Ye Xiwen because Ye Xiwen is only joining forces with the blood slaves, which can kill him, but if there is only one Ye Xiwen, he is not afraid at eleven o'clock.

But it wasn't until the previous blow that he found himself wrong. Ye Xiwen was not strong. It was clearly outrageous. Just a normal slap, he even smashed his bones. Half of the body was completely unaware, and Ye Xiwen, who had just broken through, was simply a peerless god.

However, this time is already late, Ye Xiwen did not have any hands, a slap from the sky, turned into a golden giant hand instantly pressed down.

"boom!"

The wind son was directly pressed to the ground by Ye Xiwen, and the bones and internal organs of the body were crushed.

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