Wu Po Jiuxiao

"boom!"

Vigorous, vigorous and violent, powerful sword energy, rolling and flowing, like the roar of all demons, the sound shakes the world.

"Humph……"

Ye Fantian snorted coldly, his face became a little pale, and he looked at Mo Wenqing in front of him with a trace of coldness, secretly vigilant to the extreme of this person's strength.

His body stood there, functioning smoothly, and his body turned into a flawless posture, as if fused into the void, and the energy in his body was slowly accumulating.

Mo Wenqing's swordsmanship is extraordinary, looking at the few sword demons above the void, he was more and more surprised.

The strength of the person in front of him is indeed terrifying. The Dragon Prince's strength is as high as the sky. I didn't expect that the wives he found were so terrifying.

Even knowing that this woman and himself are already in an endless situation, Ye Fantian is still a little jealous of the Dragon Prince.

"Isn't it just more handsome? Isn't it just stronger?"

The Bull Demon King spoke Ye Fantian's heart.

"When the sword energy was shooting out, the sound of the sword demon phantom obviously hindered my judgment, which is somewhat similar to my field of nirvana."

Ye Fantian said lightly.

His field of nirvana can shield a person's five senses, and the roar of the opponent's phantom sword demon is enough to shatter a person's mind. If it weren't for the amazing power of his mysterious soul and the terrifying will of martial arts, ordinary people simply couldn't Reaching this level, he was directly torn apart and killed instantly.

"Rush out, this woman, we are not his opponent now, if we fight her blindly, it will do us no good."

Ye Fantian squinted his eyes, and his divine light opened and closed, like two thunder and lightning blades, flickering continuously.

The Mo Wenqing in front of him, with his swordsmanship, has entered a quite terrifying situation. Looking at the pair of beautiful eyes of the other party, Ye Fantian even felt that the woman in front of him was a lunatic that he had never seen in his life.

Such methods have already exceeded his tolerance, if he continues to fight blindly, the one who will die will definitely be himself.

"Well... listen to you."

The Bull Demon King nodded and said.

"I didn't expect that this Tyrant Starfield would be so terrifying. I really underestimated the strong here."

Ye Fantian sneered in a low voice.

This woman's fighting power is at least at the sixth level of the Mahayana Heaven. The other party doesn't know why, but has never used her real means. Otherwise, Ye Fantian would have died long ago.

"If that's the case, let's do it."

Ye Fantian's mind suddenly moved, and then his eyes instantly shot out two sharp swords.

The Sword of Profound Soul!

"Evil and crooked art, dare to presumptuous in front of me."

Mo Wenqing saw through Ye Fantian's tricks, her body swayed gracefully, the snow-white sword in her hand danced quickly, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she quickly stepped back dozens of steps.

"how is this possible?"

The Bull Demon King's eyes widened, he never expected that things would turn out like this.

Ye Fantian's Xuanhun Sword is quite familiar with it, and he has never missed it, but he doesn't know how Mo Wenqing dodged it.

"Chong!"

The sword moves, the wind dances.

The vibration vibrated at a frequency of tens of thousands of times, and countless space fragments were broken, forming countless fine particles, dyeing the void with black cracks.