Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Hmph... looking for death!"

Looking at the six guys coming towards him, Bai Siyu smiled coldly, and a snowflake-shaped imprint appeared in his palm at some point.

"Cruel!"

With a low roar, the imprint suddenly spread, and finally split into countless star-shaped qi, flying up and down like darts. These darts seem to be powerful, but when flying in the air, they drive The vitality groaned.

"die!"

The left hand suddenly sent out a terrifying stellar energy to stop the attack of the six people, and the right hand summoned it, and the stellar energy was about to cut through.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the wind with a radius of several thousand meters seemed to gather in Bai Siyu's countless winds, and the cut space began to explode...

The faces of all the men finally revealed a look of timidity, their bodies were nothing in front of the strong men of the Martial Lord level.

Although there may be a difference in momentum, there is still a world of difference in strength.

Such a gap can't help but make them feel the threat and breath of death in their hearts.

"die!"

A single word, but it contains supreme faith and confidence, Wujun level against a few Wuwang level, that is enough to catch it easily!

"Be merciful!"

Suddenly, two old voices came out...

Ye Fantian frowned slightly, with a serious look on his face:

"Is it finally unbearable?"

above the void...

The space that was originally as calm as water began to have a layer of faint ripples with the appearance of this voice. Bai Siyu's movements stopped there slowly, but he did not let go because of this, but instead let go of the vigorous true energy in his body. It boiled like a blazing flame, and the qi machine had completely locked on the bodies of the six people. As long as there was anything wrong with it, the zhenqi like dynamite would burst out in an instant.

The ripples in the space came quickly, just in the blink of an eye, two figures had already appeared in the void.

Seeing the two old men Ye Fantian and Bai Siyu flying in the void, they frowned slightly.

Behind the two, one has materialized wings, while the other has some faint energy fluctuations.

The former is clearly a physical flying feather similar to Ye Fantian's Purple Phoenix Feather, but the latter is not a flying technique, but a real strongman - Martial Emperor level strongman!

Back with wings, this is a terrifying move that can only be fully bloomed in the hands of a strong Martial Emperor.

Ye Fantian and Bai Siyu's brows became more and more tight.

For a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse, this is completely beyond their imagination and tolerance.

crackling...

A thunderous explosion flashed abruptly on Ye Fantian's body, and the white hair was blown automatically without any wind, and a pair of scarlet stared at them without the slightest timidity.

Even Ye Fantian, who was facing the Martial Emperor-level powerhouse, never cared.

With a one-meter field, he is already qualified enough to challenge the strong ones of the Martial Emperor level.