The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 932 Little Ru
But at this time, in the Kunlun Snow Region, behind the nine peaks, a terrifying aura suddenly rose, and the force of oppression swept across the world in an instant, making people's hearts tremble when they heard it.

"Junior, stop." The voice was light and calm, but without emotion.

That kind of indifference made people dare not look directly at him. In the surrounding air, the invisible spiritual pressure emanating from it instantly suppressed the audience, and the spirit lock array in front of him was instantly shattered.

On the outer edge of the Kunlun Mountains, Fu Cangtian and the others were shocked, and their expressions were serious at the same time.

"It's her, she is still alive."

"No, even if the old man desperately wants to get rid of this avatar, he still has to go to Kunlun again." Fu Cangtian reacted very quickly, and he knew that Ye Fei would have no way out in the face of that person.

On the ice cliff, the patriarch of Lingyumen also showed a complicated expression on his face at this moment.

"Forget it, old man Fu, I will accompany you for a walk." The patriarch of Lingyumen sighed at this moment, and he obviously understood that the hidden strong man in Kunlunmen was terrifying.

Not to mention Ye Fei, even if he and Fu Cangtian joined hands, it would be difficult to fight against him.

In terms of seniority alone, Fu Cangtian and others belonged to the same era as Na Wanzhuo, and before they entered the realm of calamity, the one from Kunlun had already become famous for a long time.

Throughout the Chinese martial arts world, it is not an exaggeration to say that the ten thousand stiff master is the strongest person today. The reason why Kunlun is recognized as the leader of the hidden sect is definitely not without reason.

After the two finished speaking, their figures flickered and then disappeared in place.

At this moment on the ice cliff, the body of the white dragon has never moved.

He kept his eyes on the Kunlun Gate in front of him, and most of the time, he focused on Ye Fei. As for the hidden and powerful Kunlun, he didn't take a second look.

"If I remember correctly, his ultimate move should not stop there." Bai Long smiled slightly, looked forward and restrained his whisper.

But at this time, within the Kunlun Gate, Ye Fei's offensive was locked instantly as the ruthless voice suddenly appeared, and the progress of Juling Jinding's pressing down also slowed down.

Not far ahead, Wan Zhuang was able to breathe, and his eyes were full of resentment at the moment.

"Ye Fei, you are dead."

"Don't worry, after you die, I will treat you well to the members of the Ye family." Wan Zhuang's eyes were full of anger at this moment, and the feeling of aggrieved in his heart was hard to describe in words.

Almost died in the body of a Nascent Soul junior, if this matter gets out, it will most likely become a laughing stock.

But now, his master is out of the gate, let alone a Nascent Soul junior, even if this child steps into the catastrophe, he will still die.

As soon as Wan Zhuang said this, in mid-air, Ye Fei's eyes became more murderous.

"Immortal Soldiers, help Ye Mou fight." Ye Fei shouted, and the red fairy bamboo flute appeared in his palm, and a red glow came out of his hand.

The next moment, a huge figure suddenly appeared in midair. This person was shaped like a hill, and his figure was extremely strong. After appearing, the air around him trembled.

Without any hesitation, the figure brought out an afterimage, and appeared in front of Wan Zhuang in an instant, and the speed was comparable to teleportation.

"You, you are..." Wan Zang trembled, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He had clearly seen this face in the portraits of the successive headmasters in the Kunlun Tibetan Pavilion. It should be the ninth headmaster of Kunlun, who was once famous in China, the ancestor of Zhao Shanhe.

"Boom, boom!" The next moment, the immortal soldier suddenly punched out a punch, which was as powerful as a strong man in the tribulation realm.

Wan Zang in front of him, stunned to the extreme, spat out a mouthful of blood again.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fei in the middle of the sky in the distance, the spiritual power in his body was running to the extreme, he broke free from the shackles of the spiritual pressure a little, raised his hand to control the Juling Golden Cauldron, and pressed down again.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, the ancestor of Kunlun, Wan Zhuang, was seriously injured by a punch, and then faced with Juling Jinding, he had almost no strength to resist, and was crushed to death.

A generation of strong men in the Tribulation Realm was lost in this sect, not even leaving a remnant soul.

"Old, the old ancestor's way has been damaged..."

"I, Kunlun, will die!"

"..."

At the foot of the mountain below, while all the Kunlun disciples showed horror on their faces, his eyes inevitably became somewhat hollow.

Kunlun disciples, the things they are most proud of in their hearts are taken away alive in front of their eyes. This feeling is even more unacceptable than death.

For a moment, the entire Kunlun fell into dead silence.

Behind the nine peaks of Kunlun, at this moment, a beautiful woman in a blue and white dress came from the sky.

This goddess has a calm expression, no emotional fluctuations can be seen on her face, her face is relatively pale, her black hair reaches her waist, her eyes are slightly dull, and there is a pale beauty all over her body.

She seemed to not belong to this world.

"I told you to stop, but you killed him." The woman's voice was flat, echoing in the air, and her figure appeared not far in front of Ye Fei at the same time.

But at this moment, the Kunlun disciples below all looked blank. They seemed a little strange to this person who appeared suddenly.

In mid-air, Ye Fei's eyes were fixed. His body was a little stiff, but his spiritual power was not restricted. The coercion he felt at this moment was completely released unconsciously by the person in front of him.

It can be seen that the strength of this woman is by no means comparable to that of Wan Jiang.

"Who are you?" Ye Fei asked in a low voice with calm eyes.

This sense of oppression, to him, was even vaguely stronger than that of Sequoia, the founder of the blood race he met before, who had six robberies.

This kind of strength is not due to the strength of the realm, but the person in front is by no means an incarnation, an existence within the remnant spirit.

She is really a powerful person in the tribulation realm with such extremely strong strength, and she is afraid that she has survived at least the fifth level of catastrophe.

"I am his master. If you kill him, I should kill you." The woman whispered. She couldn't feel any killing intent on her body, but the meaning in the words was already very obvious.

After the words fell, the woman took a step forward.

In the mid-air ahead, Ye Fei's eyes suddenly flashed a bright light, and the expression on his face showed a slightly dignified color.

"If you want to kill Ye, you can just do it."

"Immortal Soldiers, Gathering Spirits and Golden Cauldrons."

Ye Fei focused his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body surged, and the immortal soldier Zhao Shanhe blocked in front of him, and his golden cauldron of gathering spirits fell into Ye Fei's palm at the same time.

Raising your hand to form a formula, the ancient rune imprint condensed, and then merged into the Golden Cauldron of Gathering Spirits.

In an instant, there was the sound of thunder, and within the golden cauldron, black flashes surged, and a sense of destruction swept across the world in an instant. The power was so strong that it did not show any weakness compared to the people in front.

Ye Fei doesn't know how strong this power is, but it is undoubtedly the strongest blow that he can unleash today.

"This woman is very strong, don't be negligent." Ye Fei showed a decisive look on his face. He could feel that if the people in front wanted to kill him, they only needed to raise their hands. Will explain here.

At this moment, Ye Fei deeply realized that his strength was still not enough.

In the world of martial arts, there are probably not a few hidden experts in the realm of catastrophe, only in the hidden door of Huaxia, and in the world of martial arts in the west, there are probably many experts in the realm of robbery in the mysterious Palace of the King of Law.

Not far ahead, the woman paused, her gaze focused on the Juling Golden Cauldron.

After being silent for a moment, she turned her eyes and looked at the immortal soldier standing in front of Ye Fei at this moment. After seeing the immortal soldier's face clearly, the woman's slightly dull eyes became vaguely clearer.

"Senior Brother Zhao..."

"You, do you still remember Xiaoru?" the person in front murmured softly.

I don't know whether it's because of the fear of the black thunder disaster, or because of the fairy soldier Zhao Shanhe, the aura of this woman with extremely terrifying strength is slowly withdrawing, and she doesn't seem to be planning to make a move.

Ye Fei was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help showing doubts on his face.

For a while, he didn't dare to make a rash move. Once Lei Jie couldn't shake the person in front of him, facing such a strong person, it was by no means that external force could make up for the gap in hard power.

"You go." After a while, the woman in front suddenly said softly.

Her eyes had been focused on Ye Fei's immortal soldiers, and there seemed to be a faint sigh coming out.

Hearing this, Ye Fei couldn't help showing complex expressions on his face. He took a deep look at the person in front of him, and then raised his hands and cupped his fists towards him.

"This junior has no intention of offending you about today's matter, please leave."

After all, the aura on Ye Fei's body restrained, and he raised his hand to put away the Juling Golden Cauldron and the Immortal Soldiers, and a stream of light appeared on his body, and quickly disappeared into the air.

Since Wan Zong was dead, Lin should be fine. He didn't have to. He insisted on fighting the mysterious woman. It would be wise to leave this place at this moment.

The Kunlun Gate has been passed down for thousands of years, who knows if there will be a strong man in the tribulation realm in a while.

Although the current Ye Fei's own combat power is not weak and strong in the first stage of robbery, he is somewhat afraid of those hidden masters.

"I must, step into the realm of the gods as soon as possible." Ye Fei showed a determined look, and couldn't help but secretly said in his heart.

With the continuous appearance of powerful men from the Tribulation Realm, he felt a great pressure invisibly.

Since stepping into the world of martial arts, Ye Fei has made countless enemies along the way, and the Western Fawang Palace is even more eye-catching on him. Without enough strength, it can be said that it is difficult to gain a foothold.

In the night, Ye Fei had already rushed out of the Kunlun Mountain Guard Formation.

With the retreat of Meng Yuan and the death of Wan Zhuang, the matter of Kunlun is now considered to be over. Just now, when he searched secretly with his spiritual sense, he didn't find Bai Yu's figure, so it can be seen that they have left Kunlun.

"Lin just needs to go back to the dark island in the North Sea. I believe it won't take long for her injuries to recover."

"And the Western Martial Arts World..." Inside the Kunlun Mountains, Ye Fei stepped forward and kept thinking.

The current situation in the martial arts world is really chaotic, and his strength is limited, so many things are at a loss at the moment.

(End of this chapter)