Wu Po Jiuxiao

Incredible!

Yi Jianxiong looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, and he didn't even care about the palm of the other party's gathering qi. He was just looking at Ye Fantian in front of him.

It seemed that he wanted to see through the person in front of him.

Surrounded by the stellar energy and sword energy around here, a blurry figure slowly emerged, and the figure gradually became clear.

Scarlet eyes, snow hair flying.

Be proud!

Domineering unparalleled!

This is Ye Fantian!

How proudly does the demeanor of the Martial Lord stand upright!

"who are you?"

Looking at this boy who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, Yi Jianxiong couldn't help but shouted loudly.

The icy power of the left hand forcibly devoured the power of a dragon in the Shenglong Shendan, and the effect of the pill spirit began to be gradually swallowed by Ye Fantian as his cultivation base increased.

The cold air in it naturally increased rapidly.

Therefore, a palm made of just a gang of qi cannot be broken by Yi Jianxiong in front of him.

"I have worked hard to comprehend countless times, and evolved the supreme way of swordsmanship, and finally formed my sword of heaven. This contains my painstaking efforts over the past few decades. Why? Why is it so vulnerable?"

Yi Jianxiong roared angrily.

Such a person is like this, Yi Jianxiong never cared about his genius status, he just cared about his own cultivation base, his own achievements, and the results appeared, originally thought that he could definitely fight against a martial king-level powerhouse this time.

But the first opponent he faced was Ye Fantian, which had to be said that the opponent's luck was really back home.

"Your sword intent is very powerful, especially the sword of the sky, which can trigger changes between the heavens and the earth. It is indeed a well-deserved reputation to rule the roost with one sword. But you chose the wrong opponent, and even more so, you chose the wrong position. ...not my lord's opponent!"

"Jun?!"

As soon as the word "Jun" appeared, there was a burst of discussion around again.

"I am the white-haired devil!"

The faint voice spread throughout the Baibing family, and the faces of everyone changed again for a while.

The speculation was confirmed, Ye Fantian's identity was really the white-haired demon king, the powerful monster that once galloped freely.

The youngest young martial artist in history.

Bitterness began to spread in Yi Jianxiong's heart.

I was struggling to pursue the way of swordsmanship, but I met a freak like Ye Fantian in that supreme field.

"You... are the real genius!"

With his eyes slightly closed, Yi Jianxiong said lightly in his mouth:

"Go ahead, I have no regrets!"

"Don't...don't kill my elder brother, I destroyed that Zhuge Mingjing, I am willing to pay back..."

Yi Jianhao roared miserably, and while he was speaking, a blast of Gang Qi hit his dantian heavily.

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