Martial God Space

"Feathering up the fairy!"

Lao Yi screamed and blew out the infinite fairy light, and the infinite fairy light tore the sky, as if to lead to another world, a song sang in the Vatican, countless celestial light condensed a fairy kingdom, to Bombing from the other side of the crack, it seems to be alive and dead.

"Hey!" In the hands of Ye Xiwen, the Jianguang is even bigger and grows up against the wind. He grows out of the size of dozens of feet. When there is lightning, there is no martial arts, and there is no trick, just the simplest.

But it is such a simple embarrassment, but it is to make the entire sky change for the wind, the space is completely split, and it is easy to work.

"Boom!" Ye Xiwen's long sword is very fast, and there is a faint sound of rushing thunder in it. The sword smashes the kingdom of the immortal, and the fairy king is instantly broken.

If the weightlifting is light, the two realms are freely converted in the hands of Ye Xiwen, and the strength of the light for a while will make the fairy country unable to stop, and it will burst in an instant.

"Damn, that immortal, is the eternal fairyland!" Seeing Ye Xiwen's sword opened his own fairy country, Lao Yi was almost mad, and burned in anger, suddenly burst into a burst: "Fairy man cares me!"

It was also a punch, a biochemistry and a peerless true fairy, hair must be white, a white robe, tall and tall, like a true god, a fist to Ye Xiwen.

This is the unsuccessful boxing of the mind. In the mind of Lao Yi, this is a true immortal, and they have been pursuing the goal of hundreds of millions of years.

This punch surpassed the cosmic flood, and the punch made the whole space collapse into a huge crack. In the thunder of the thunder, the direction of Ye Xiwen can be swept over.

Ye Xiwen immediately lifted the sword out of the sky and protected himself. After all, he has not really entered the Great Saint. It is impossible to really care about the attack of the power of the Great Holy Land.

If he enters the Great Sacred, he will not look at such an attack. It is impossible to pose a threat to him.

"Bang!" The black crack hit the sky with the sword light.

A thunderous bang blew directly, and a huge mushroom cloud swept up directly in the collision area. The boundless power, like the waves, swept out in a circle, such as the stars exploding in an instant. Shining in general.

Evenly divided, the black crack can't move forward, and then it's a burst of screaming: "Tell a longevity!"

Another trick was the bombardment of the old man who had a child's face, and it was a fist that broke through the heavens and the earth, and the life blasted out the essence of the longevity, and a punch fell.

Lao Yi is angry, real anger, desperate, and a fist is superimposed, just like the wave. A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

This trick is to send the longevity is a coherent two strokes with the previous immortal caressing top. It is a trick that is superimposed into one trick. The continuous use of two strokes will be magnified numerous times, and the horror is extremely extreme.

Ye Xiwen has just blocked this wave of attacks. Suddenly I felt a more horrible force swept over, and I was more reinforced than I had just now. A huge fist, like the one coming from the sky, shattered the sword light of Ye Xiwen’s bodyguard. Countless swords shattered on the fist. But it was impossible to stop the fist, but instead was instantly smashed into pieces by the punch.

"Boom!" The fist suddenly slammed into the three-inch position in front of Ye Xiwen, but was blocked by a **** enchantment. The boundless punch banged on the enchantment, and the boundless power spread out in a circle. .

It was Tianyuan Mirror that was launched in an instant and automatically guarded the Lord.

There was a huge deep pit in the enchantment. The cracks, like spider webs, cracked in all directions.

Ye Xiwen's body flew directly out of the air. After turning dozens of heads and removing the giant force in the sky, he broke a rock and stopped his figure.

"The only way? If this is the case, you should die!" Lao Yi’s eyes were full of tyrannical expressions, and he was very happy. He completely released the most powerful strength in the early days of the Great Holy Land. I didn't play so smoothly, because other opponents, not too strong or too weak, did not let him play a game.

Although this fist did not kill Ye Xiwen, but it was much stronger than before. Looking at Ye Xiwen who was smashed out, his heart was so great that he didn’t step into the Great Saint and didn’t step into the Great Holy See, and he was so genuine. Dasheng has a world of difference.

Thinking of this, he has dissipated most of the sullen mood that he had not been able to take Ye Xiwen for a long time.

Laiyi stepped out, shortening the world, shrinking the ground into a general, appeared in Ye Xiwen's punch, once again made a punch, rushed toward Ye Xiwen.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With a loud scream, Lao Yi’s every fist was turned into a fairy tales on Ye Xiwen’s body. The enchantment on his body was also in the midst of this raindrop attack. It was also crumbling and turtles everywhere. Cracked cracks, as if the next second will be broken, but it is not broken, bit by bit in such an attack.

Under the attack of Lao Yi, Ye Xiwen seems to be retreating in general and constantly retreating.

Seeing that Lao Yi has completely gained the upper hand, many disciples of the feathering teachings suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a smug look, as if they were now defeating Ye Xiwen’s fight.

"Ha ha ha, I said, this is the strongest under the great saint, but it is rubbish, it is simply a clown who is not self-sufficient!"

"Women's brothers took the shot, where there is still a failure, this person even dared to provoke our feathering teaching, really looking for a dead end!"

The disciples of the Feathering Church have uttered rumors, as if to vent their feelings of sorrow, just now they will still worry that the brothers will be defeated in the hands of Ye Xiwen.

Now I think that they all feel that there is a sense of shame. What kind of genius is the genius of the brothers, how could it be defeated in the hands of such a clown, this is impossible.

I completely forgot the strong performance of Ye Xiwen, and brought them terrible shocks. Almost at that moment, they all had the feeling of defeating their brothers.

Now looking at it, the Laoshen’s feathering fist has been trained to the point of ecstasy. One punches open the ground, one punch destroys the world, and both birth and death are reflected in his boxing.

Although they are all feathers, but each person’s practice is different. Not everyone is the same. Although they are also the best among the core disciples, they have the opportunity to be able to teach the gods. This sacred martial art is among the few tens of millions of disciples in the teaching of feathers.

However, in the cultivation of Yuhua Shenquan, they could not be compared with Laoyi who had already entered the Great Holy Spirit. As early as he entered the Great Holy Spirit, his feathering fists also had rapid progress.

Just looking at the feathers of the ducks that Lao Yi blasted, for them, there is a great understanding, it is already a point of skill.

It is only to see that it is of great help to their cultivation of the feathers.

The warriors around the real martial arts circles are completely different views. For those of the disciples of the feathers, the self-satisfied and smug-minded thoughts of a sacred priest are not able to directly kill a half-step sacred warrior directly at the meeting. It’s a big problem. Only they don’t think it, they’re still smug, and they can’t afford it.

Of course, they do not look down on Lao Yi, a great saint, nor are they qualified to despise. Although Lao Yi has never won Ye Xiwen, everyone knows that it is not that Lao Yi is not strong enough, but that Ye Xiwen is terrible.

If they change them, they can't stand any punch in the rain-like fist.

"This Ye Xiwen is really strong and outrageous. Did he really not enter the Great Holy Trinity? He can fight against the Great Saint in a half-step, and this battle really has to be remembered!"

"He really hasn't entered the Great Saint. There is no such thing as the boundless power of the Great Holy Spirit. It is terrible to go straight into the soul, but what is the difference between it and the Great Holy Spirit, even if he is using other things? But it is also enough to name the world, to fight the Great Saint in half a step, it is a miracle!"

"But this battle should also end, and Ye Xiwen does not know what method to use to counter, but it is impossible to continue. This is the stronger the battle, the more powerful, Ye Xiwen can only continue to defend, but only a thousand As a thief in the day, how can there be a thousand days to prevent thieves, and the prevention will be lost. In this way, he can't support it!"

Although many people were shocked by Ye Xiwen's performance, before this, they could not imagine that half a step can be used to counter the great saint, but no one would go to see Ye Xiwen. After all, it can only fight against the great saint. Countering it, it is impossible to really defeat Lao Yi. I will know the scene. Although Ye Xiwen is still defending, but the so-called prevention will not be lost, it is impossible to keep it. The sacred world cannot be truly big. The holy confrontation, the short-term counterbalance has been great, not to mention that such long-lasting confrontation is simply impossible.

It’s like a man and a cockroach are more ridiculous than a long-lasting war.

However, they soon began to falsify, because under their gaze, Ye Xiwen did not lose quickly. On the contrary, he continued to persist.

A thousand strokes, two thousand strokes, three thousand strokes!

I don't know how long it took, even Lao Yi began to realize that it was wrong. His feathering fist has been displayed for many times. The momentum of the Vietnam War has gradually declined, but the opposite Ye Xiwen still does not. The slightest change.

In the meantime, Ye Xiwen’s body was swept up by the weather.

"It's my turn!"

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