Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Rong Zhihao...no one can keep you!"

Ye Fantian said lightly in his mouth, but his eyes were already looking in a certain direction while speaking.

Under the influence of the power of the profound soul, the range of tens of thousands of meters is already under his control. This is a kind of absolute control, and the slightest bit of confidence is all the layers of screening in his mind.

tyrannical!

violent!

The figure of Rong Zhihao clearly appeared in Ye Fantian's mind.

At the same time, an old figure appeared beside him. Ye Fantian's face changed slightly due to the mysterious fluctuation and mysterious power, but he had already judged the identity of the person in his heart.

In Rongtian Kingdom, the mysterious guy whose whole body was wrapped.

It's only one-third of the strength of the Martial King class, but it has the same honor and status as the Martial King class powerhouse, even more than that!

"The youngest prince of the Dafeng Dynasty...King Ye! He has been famous for a long time!"

The person who came spoke slowly, but while speaking, he had already untied the bandages on his body, revealing an old face.

This is an old face that looks about 70 or [-] years old. It is full of mysterious patterns, not only that, even the exposed skin of this person's limbs is full of jet-black patterns. These patterns are mysterious and strange, which really makes people feel curious, but Ye Fantian no longer has this kind of thought. Now he just looks at the young man next to him, because He is the target I want to find - Rong Zhihao!

"No need... There is no intersection between you and me. I came here today for nothing but Rong Zhihao!"

While speaking, the pair of blood eyes had firmly locked on to each other.

At the same time, the aura on his body burst out again, wherever he went, it was like a huge absolute control, the thick aura even soared into the sky, turning into a real sharp aura, directly breaking the void, killing tens of thousands of people The clouds in the sky above the height of [-] meters were all smashed up.

Being stared at by Ye Fantian like this, for a moment, Rong Zhihao felt that his breathing began to become difficult, but those faint eyes contained infinite killing intent, cold and bloody.

A cold air suddenly erupted from behind, as if standing in front of him was not a person, but a devil. As the descendants of the emperor's family, their princes and grandsons have always received strict training since they were young , and the princes and grandsons who have practiced martial arts since childhood are not as unbearable as rumors from the outside world, and the barely samurai level can still be achieved.

And Ye Fantian's eyes made him involuntarily feel terrified, as if he was fighting a methamphetamine python when he was practicing.

The other party also locked him in this way, and stared at him in the same way, but he didn't move. Even if you didn't move behind, he knew very well that he couldn't escape. That kind of attitude of immortality is the law of the jungle. This is the law of killing.

But now it appeared on a Martial King level powerhouse who was countless times stronger than the methamphetamine python?