Wu Po Jiuxiao

Patriarch Laoyue—Falling!

In the space, only Situ Wudi's furious roar was rippling crazily, and the layers of ripples turned into ripples in space and began to spread out.

Amidst the fierce aura, the pair of blue eyes turned into a beast-like posture and looked towards Ye Fantian!

But everything around here began to become silent.

It was just a time to meet each other, but there was a strong man at the level of Wujun who began to fall, and was even killed for no apparent reason!

In an instant of killing, Ye Fantian had already killed a strong man of the Martial Lord level!

The bodies of the disciples of Batianzong couldn't help but began to shiver, even though they knew that the so-called Situ Wudi was a more powerful martial artist, and even the master of Lao Yue Patriarch , but after looking at Ye Fantian who showed indifference, they had a rather mysterious feeling - could Situ Wudi resist that terrifying boy?

Everyone was stunned by the young man above the sky, unable to imagine that the astonishing killing move came from the other party.

What is the powerhouse of the Martial Lord?That is God, the existence of God!

But now he was killed by someone, what a horror.

laugh……

With a slight swing of the spear in his hand, the body of Laozu Laoyue had already been thrown on the steps to the sky. It looked calm and calm, as if he was throwing away a piece of garbage indifferently.

Pong...

Amid the impact on the ground, Situ Shaoyu's expression on the stairs had become difficult to keep quiet.

But a strong man at the level of Wujun.

But he was killed by Ye Fantian in an instant, thinking that he dared to threaten such a terrifying person, what was he looking for death for?

Looking at the bloody corpse on the ground, everyone gasped, but Bai Aoqing and Tian Zhiyu showed ecstasy on their faces, all these changes were too amazing.

It was an astonishing speed that the young man who was only at the samurai level when we met for the first time had grown to his current level in just two years.

And beside them stood a strong man at the level of Martial Lords, two strong men at the level of Martial Lords, this time they won for sure!

Gently flicking the blood on the Liuxue gun, Ye Fantian calmly stared at Situ Wudi who had started to look grim, and said lightly:

"Situ Wudi, it's your turn."

what? !

He actually wanted to keep killing Situ Wudi?

If these words were uttered from other people's mouths, everyone would definitely despise them as overwhelmed, but when they were uttered from Ye Fantian's mouth, it was clearly with a very strong self-confidence, that kind of dreamlike His words made people timid, crazy, and even more unbelievable.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A deep and crazily cold laugh came from Situ Wudi's mouth.

A pair of emerald green eyes had already narrowed their eyes slowly at this time, and the cold light shot, and the space began to slowly flow into ripples.