Wu Po Jiuxiao

At the same time, a feeling of eagerness to try began to grow in his heart.

He, Ye Fantian!Who has ever been afraid of!

Although this guy's aura is unusual, Ye Fantian, on the other hand, is not inferior to him in the slightest.

If the Priest of Fortune in front of me is a gust of wind, then Ye Fantian is Xuanbing, a piece of Xuanbing that has not changed for thousands of years, long hair, robes... everything has not changed at all, but that kind of The astonishing aura turned into a billowing giant wave, which kept rushing towards the opponent without stopping at all.

One is a mysterious priest, and the other is a terrifying genius Wuxiu who has reached the level of a Martial Lord at only 17 years old!

The eyes of the two met fiercely!

boom……

"Seal - open!"

As the hands quickly formed seals, there were bursts of terrible explosions on the body, as if something was being torn apart. The priest's face was distorted, as if he was enduring great pain. Finally, when the last fingerprint was formed, His face also slowly returned to calm, but Ye Fantian showed an unbelievable look on his face.

Under the observation of this eye of judgment, everything is nothingness, and everything is in his insight, but now he feels the accumulation of water, fire, wind, earth, gold and other energies around the opponent's body.

This is also the first time Ye Fantian has noticed that there are still people who can gather so many attributes after himself.

laugh……

"Brontosaurus!"

A roar came from the mouth of the high priest, and following his voice, the beard at the corner of his mouth fluttered continuously, and his long hair fluttered like a madman.

Following the roar, there was a burst of rippling in the void, and the next moment, the entire space seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, and it quickly distorted.

A huge purple-blue long dragon appeared above his head, suspended in the air, as if suppressed by a terrible force, it kept roaring and roaring, the huge body was more than ten meters long, twisted The eyes facing Ye Fantian began to become ferocious.

Snapped……

The thunder burst out, the dragon's claw swung, and the entire space was twisted wantonly as it moved and began to break inch by inch.

While waving the dragon's claws, the face of the fortune priest also turned pale, apparently controlling the appearance of the lightning dragon was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"The level of the low-rank Martial King!"

Ye Fantian said secretly in his heart, but the surprise in his heart still existed, and he summoned such a terrifying guy casually. Once in a battle, it would be quite terrifying, but Ye Fantian also clearly felt the opponent's vitality It seems that part of it has been reduced, and the face has become a bit older. Obviously, the price has something to do with one's own longevity.

hum...

A mysterious spear glowing with purple and white light appeared in Ye Fantian's hands, and the sound of thunder resounded as the spear was swung, like the scepter of the ancient god of thunder.

"go with!"

Ye Fantian whispered in his mouth.