Wu Po Jiuxiao

Dark Palace!

This place belongs to the sanctuary, and there are so many masters in it. Although it is not a powerful force in this sanctuary, it is not something that Ye Fantian can fight against now.

"The Dark Palace...should have a certain connection with the Dark Martial Arts League. Judging from the attack just now, this guy already knows my existence. Although he has never known my real information, he is extraordinary."

Thinking of these, a killing intent began to linger on Ye Fantian's face.

If this Nangong Meng's mysterious soul was taken away by the other party in front of him, then Nangong Meng is probably not a real person from the Xuantian Continent, but a descendant of a strong man in the Nine Heavens Realm. To choose reincarnation, to temper one's heart and cultivation base.

The body suddenly rioted, and amidst the surging qi around it, it had turned into a golden-winged roc and flew out of the ground.

However, the muscles on his face were constantly twisting, and every time he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but start to riot to the extreme!

Clang clang! !

Unparalleled fighting spirit!

Gang Qi gallops freely!

A large wave of energy rushed into the sky!

The stellar energy that filled the sky completely enveloped this half of the space, and immediately began to erupt with waves of energy aftermath, scraping away everything on the ground to its heart's content.

boom……

Under the thunder-like vibration, Ye Fantian couldn't feel such an amazing effect.

Frowning slightly, Ye Fantian's eyes glowed with a strange light:

"It's really strong, but it trembles a little, as if it has been suppressed a lot."

"call out……"

While waving his fist, Ye Fantian's body directly broke through the void, and a pair of black and white wings behind him spread out quickly.

The symbol of the immortal powerhouse began to linger around, mysterious talismans began to form one after another, and the fifteen lines of divine patterns flickered continuously.

In an instant, the body had disappeared in place.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!!"

The sword energy turned into thousands, and the void was beaten into honeycomb-like postures one by one, and these countless sword energy formed and enveloped the bodies of the group of people.

The face of the person who shot was cold, his eyes were like knives, and his power was incomparable.

There is clearly a strong killing spirit between opening and closing.

Feather fan towel, a feather fan in his hand was constantly flying, arousing the hostility around him, every wave clearly set off streaks of astonishing brilliance on the ground.

However, the mental energy consumed by the thousands of sword qi is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although the opponent's aura is terrifying for a while, there is a faint disorder in the breath.

Opposite him, a group of men in black continued to move forward. There were about fifteen or six people in this group, but each of them had an extraordinary aura.

The frequency of shots is similar, and every shot will break the opponent's sword energy by hundreds. The combined force of a dozen people is enough to completely break the opponent's attack into nothingness.

The unanimity in pace has brought the distance closer to the opponent.

The man in the feather fan towel only looks middle-aged. If Ye Fantian was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him.

This is indeed an old acquaintance, and the other party is none other than the Canglong steward whom he met in Canglan Villa.Dark Palace!

This place belongs to the sanctuary, and there are so many masters in it. Although it is not a powerful force in this sanctuary, it is not something that Ye Fantian can fight against now.

"The Dark Palace...should have a certain connection with the Dark Martial Arts League. Judging from the attack just now, this guy already knows my existence. Although he has never known my real information, he is extraordinary."

Thinking of these, a killing intent began to linger on Ye Fantian's face.

If this Nangong Meng's mysterious soul was taken away by the other party in front of him, then Nangong Meng is probably not a real person from the Xuantian Continent, but a descendant of a strong man in the Nine Heavens Realm. To choose reincarnation, to temper one's heart and cultivation base.

The body suddenly rioted, and amidst the surging qi around it, it had turned into a golden-winged roc and flew out of the ground.

However, the muscles on his face were constantly twisting, and every time he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but start to riot to the extreme!

Clang clang! !

Unparalleled fighting spirit!

Gang Qi gallops freely!

A large wave of energy rushed into the sky!

The stellar energy that filled the sky completely enveloped this half of the space, and immediately began to erupt with waves of energy aftermath, scraping away everything on the ground to its heart's content.

boom……

Under the thunder-like vibration, Ye Fantian couldn't feel such an amazing effect.

Frowning slightly, Ye Fantian's eyes glowed with a strange light:

"It's really strong, but it trembles a little, as if it has been suppressed a lot."

"call out……"

While waving his fist, Ye Fantian's body directly broke through the void, and a pair of black and white wings behind him spread out quickly.

The symbol of the immortal powerhouse began to linger around, mysterious talismans began to form one after another, and the fifteen lines of divine patterns flickered continuously.

In an instant, the body had disappeared in place.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!!"

The sword energy turned into thousands, and the void was beaten into honeycomb-like postures one by one, and these countless sword energy formed and enveloped the bodies of the group of people.

The face of the person who shot was cold, his eyes were like knives, and his power was incomparable.

There is clearly a strong killing spirit between opening and closing.

Feather fan towel, a feather fan in his hand was constantly flying, arousing the hostility around him, every wave clearly set off streaks of astonishing brilliance on the ground.

However, the mental energy consumed by the thousands of sword qi is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although the opponent's aura is terrifying for a while, there is a faint disorder in the breath.

Opposite him, a group of men in black continued to move forward. There were about fifteen or six people in this group, but each of them had an extraordinary aura.

The frequency of shots is similar, and every shot will break the opponent's sword energy by hundreds. The combined force of a dozen people is enough to completely break the opponent's attack into nothingness.

The unanimity in pace has brought the distance closer to the opponent.

The man in the feather fan towel only looks middle-aged. If Ye Fantian was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him.

This is indeed an old acquaintance, and the other party is none other than the Canglong steward whom he met in Canglan Villa.