Martial God Space

Ye Xiwen entered the venue, but he saw a young man in his twenties. He wore an orange robes, and his face was a bit arrogant. The law of his body was looming. Ye Xiwen counted, and there were actually 999. Seeing his breath is still somewhat unstable, apparently just entering the near future.

This kind of strength is indeed enough to be ranked in Tianjiao, but he was not in the ranks of Tianjiao before, indicating that he should have not cultivated to the half-step legendary perfection before, but did not cultivate to half-step legendary perfection but now can condense nine hundred and ninety-nine. The law of the Tao, this is indeed a miracle that is not too big, it should have a certain relationship with the practice of his cultivation.

"Tian Shou Ming Wang Rebirth", this is what kind of practice, Ye Xiwen does not know, if Ye Mo is in, you can ask, but now Ye Mo fell into a deep sleep, lost contact.

However, Ye Mo may not know that there are too many human sages, and the creation of the martial arts is like a star in the sky. There are so many countless ones that you want to know one by one, obviously it is impossible.

"You are Ye Xiwen!" Sun Zhanpeng saw that Ye Xiwen was not afraid of or fearful. On the contrary, he was somewhat excited. Yes, excitement, what Ye Xiwen interpreted from his expression was not the kind of encounter. Excitement to the opponent, but the excitement of being about to become famous.

"I am!" Ye Xiwen said faintly.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, I am so excited!" Sun Zhanpeng said with a big laugh. "You don't know your name in our Xuanyuan Hall. As long as you can kill you, I can be a logical one." Admit, become a arrogant, to fill the gap left by Fan Ming!"

"You don't doubt. I have this strength!" Sun Zhanpeng said endlessly, just like it. A person who has not been sure for a long time, suddenly got such an opportunity and was excited.

"Idiot!" Ye Xiwen opened his mouth and spit out these two words.

"What are you talking about?" Sun Zhanpeng suddenly angered. "How can people like you know how people like you can understand my thoughts? People like you should die!"

"Zhangduo Wang Wangdao!" Sun Zhanpeng said that the body has the atmosphere of ghosts and ghosts. The nine hundred and ninety-nine laws of the whole body began to boil, flying between the sky, every rule can be easily crushed. He died an ordinary half-sacred, and he claimed to have the strength to defeat Ye Xiwen. It is not all fake. A strength is indeed tyrannical, enough to rank in the sky.

Ye Xiwen heard that some people said that Sun Zhanpeng had not been so powerful yesterday. He just completed a rebirth today and his strength has improved. Enough to rank in the sky.

Now he was completely angered by Ye Xiwen, and his anger was shot. The power could be imagined. In an instant, the sky was covered with endless clouds, and the wind blew like a hurricane.

Sun Zhanpeng, who wields a long knife, is like a god, a **** who is in charge of death, and there is death between the blades. The endless soul of the knife is roaring.

Sun Zhanpeng's long knife turned into a huge blood knife dozens of feet in the void, with a boundless yin, and slid down.

When she almost immediately reached the head of Ye Xiwen, Ye Xiwen moved, and suddenly he stepped on his feet, and his body burst into the boundless golden light. At the time of the army, I avoided this horrible knife.

"Bang!" The long knife was crushed onto the ground, crushed the surface, and cracked on the ground. The huge cracks of several tens of feet long, the bottomless, terrible.

"drink"! Ye Xiwen shouted and turned into a golden stream, and he rushed to Sun Zhanpeng in an instant. "It's here!"

"You are too naive!" Sun Zhanpeng's face showed a few sly look, on the long knife of Sun Zhanpeng's hand, the endless yin condensed into a sharp arrow and rushed toward Ye Xiwen.

"Hey!" This long arrow of yin gathering instantly cut through the sky, broke through the space, and almost shot Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen jumped suddenly and avoided this yin and arrow. At this time, Sun Zhanpeng once again waved a dozen tens of meters of terrible big knife toward Ye Xiwen, splitting the void and shaking for nine days.

In the eyes of Ye Xiwen, the pupils are miniature. This big knife is actually a holy device. It is endless power. It seems to be matched with his martial arts. A holy device is shot, and its power is endless. It is like the gap between the holy and the holy places. The gap between the pseudo-saint and the sacristy is also the difference between heaven and earth. The holy device is full of blows. Even if it is not the master of the holy world, there is still infinite power.

At this time, the disciples of the appearance warfare also recognized that this is a sacrament, and suddenly they were shocked. This is among the many disciples. The first one shows the horrible power of the sacristy. They are shocked. For them, the pseudo-saints are all legendary things, not to mention the holy devices.

Even many of the sacred masters still use the false sacred device!

The big knife was fast and anxious, and it fell instantly.

"Boom!"

The whole space exploded and collapsed.

Countless people are horrified and stunned by the terrible power of the sacristy. It is no wonder that Sun Zhanpeng is so arrogant. It turned out that there is such a card. No one is optimistic about Sun Zhanpeng. After all, Sun Zhanpeng’s strength is even like the pursuit of Tianjiao. However, people once killed two days of arrogance and easily defeated a figure of Tianjiao!

But with Sun Zhanpeng offering the sacristy, everything is different, and the appearance of the holy device is enough to reverse the situation.

"Ye Xiwen, today is your death!" Sun Zhanpeng gasped and sneered.

The power of the sacristy is great, but it is also very expensive. Even if he is already a semi-Sacred peak, there is still no way to use it for a long time. It is just a two-knife, he has already begun to gasp.

Ye Xiwen's figure appeared in the void, behind a pair of golden wings spread out, a few feet long, he walked in the void, wearing a golden **** coat, like a god.

His eyes were cold and he looked at the high war, and the endless swords in his hands condensed into a long sword.

"Ye Xiwen, today I will give you a chance to let you have a decent death!" Sun Zhanpeng laughed, smiled and mad, a little bit of pleasure, a long-suppressed madness was completely boiling, crazy.

For many years, he has been pressed underneath. Why, on the basis of what the so-called Tianjiao can be high, just like the gods, watching the world, like Ye Xiwen now, let him hate and let him want to destroy.

Today, he will use his long knife to degrade these so-called arrogance, to prove that he is the strongest, and those arrogances are better than him.

He hates the world and hates this world that doesn't appreciate his talent!

"You are crazy!" Ye Xiwen said faintly.

"Yes, I am already crazy. This is what you guys are pushing, the arrogance of the fart, what are you!" Sun Zhanpeng said with a big laugh.

Ye Xiwen has a cold look. He knows Sun Zhanpeng's thoughts. There are many people in the world, and more are ordinary people, a generation that grew up in the shadow of Tianjiao.

Ye Xiwen didn't want to argue with him whether it was right or wrong. Sun Zhanpeng has fallen into extreme reverie. Ye Xiwen never thinks that Tianjiao has anything. He doesn't think Tianjiao can't surpass it, and he doesn't really think of himself as the darling of heaven. He has no extraordinary talents and no superhuman roots. All his work comes from his step-by-step struggle. He has not been born and died countless times, nor has he now.

"I know that you can't wave a few times, I can kill you, but I decided to give you a chance to let you understand the difference in real strength!" Ye Xiwen said coldly, that the big knife is very evil, to absorb Growing up, this kind of device often has high requirements for the host, and will be countered if it is not careful.

"Hahaha, I hate you for being self-righteous!" Sun Zhanpeng laughed wildly. In his eyes, Ye Xiwen is now a collection of Tianjiao he hates. He even saw the mercy in Ye Xiwen’s eyes, which made him even more mad. He does not need pity or sympathy.

Who dares to sympathize with him, who will kill him!

"Boom!" Sun Zhanpeng fiercely stunned the sky, his body faintly rose up a kind of dead air, countless dead people are roaring, condensed behind him, condensed into a pair of chilling **** eyes.

The long knife in his hand pointed to Ye Xiwen, and his foot suddenly slammed into the void, and rushed toward Ye Xiwen. It was obviously a person, but it rushed out of the momentum of thousands of sinister soldiers.

"Look at it, just this trick!"

Ye Xiwen shouted loudly, and the golden gods on his body exploded, rendering Ye Xiwen's body into a golden country. He was the **** in it, and the sword in his hand instantly shot.

"Cry the sword!"

"Hey!" The long sword in Ye Xiwen’s hand swayed wildly above Ye Xiwen’s palm, and gradually a whirlwind swept up, and more and more violently gradually obscured the sky, many legendary levels of watching in the subspace. The disciples could not even see the figures of the two.

This is a peerless killing, and the long knife and the long sword suddenly hit together.

"Boom!"

The space is like a broken glass broken into pieces, the waves are soaring, the waves are sweeping, the chaos is tilted out, and the killing is filled with the whole space.

"Boom!" A loud bang, an endless cyclone, a figure flew out.

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