The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 963
No matter in terms of strength or speed, Gulisi was far inferior to the Immortal Soldiers. At this moment, he was hammered into a wail, and his figure retreated again and again.

If it wasn't for this person, his physical strength is also extremely astonishing, and he might have been beaten to the ground long ago.

But at this time, following Feng Tianxiang's death, a monstrous fighting spirit rose up on the Beihai battlefield below, Wu Yun'er's battle formation was in motion, and a blood-red gale swept away.

This fighting spirit is unstoppable.

In mid-air, Ye Fei smiled lightly, and a red light flashed when he raised his hand, and the immortal soldier was taken back by him directly.

"You, let's go."

"If you dare to step into Huaxia again, Ye will not show mercy." In mid-air, Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at Gulisi, whose mouth was already overflowing with blood.

The Dharma King's Hall is too mysterious, and Ye Fei vaguely felt that saving this person's life might be of great use in the future.

"Hmph, I, Gulisi, will do what I say, but after I step into the catastrophe, can I ask for a fight." The expression on Gulisi's face showed tenacity, and he stared at Ye Fei and said in a deep voice.

Ye Fei couldn't help chuckling when he heard that.

"Yes, immediately, Ye Mou will find you in person." Ye Fei said in a low voice with the same smile on his face.

As soon as this remark came out, Gulisi in front of him couldn't help but feel awkward.

After a long silence, I suddenly raised my hand and said, "Thank you."

This is undoubtedly a gift from Huaxia Wuxiu, which shows that he already has great respect for Ye Fei.

After all, the envoy of the Dharma King turned around directly, his body turned into a streamer, and quickly disappeared in the Beihai battlefield. As for the life and death of the western martial arts below, this person obviously didn't care.

In the middle of the air, Ye Fei restrained his aura, looked up at the front, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the Beihai battlefield, the hidden dragon is fighting like a wind and clouds. Facing the thousands of western martial artists in front of them, it can be said that they have no fear at all. The blood-red hurricane passes by and no one can live.

Seeing this scene at the Pingcheng border defense line, Lu Liang's eyes suddenly showed excitement.

"Old loach, don't make a move yet."

"Tang Hao, with you as the leader of the martial arts family, I followed the old man to the south side of Ping Island."

Lu Liang glanced at Qinglong in a blink of an eye, and then turned his head to look behind, headed by Tang Hao, several powerful family heads.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, this time the enemy will be driven out of Beihai!" Tang Hao showed a serious expression, and then he gave instructions to the people behind him. This opportunity must not be missed.

"I'll wait, take orders!"

Everyone in the rear spoke in unison at this moment, with fanaticism in their eyes. After waiting for so long, they finally had a chance to fight back. The martial arts in Pingcheng were all excited at this moment.

Not long after, on the Beihai battlefield, the children of the martial arts family gathered together.

Led by the hidden dragon battle formation in front, they rolled towards the south side of Pingdao. The whole journey was overwhelming. Without a strong man beyond the Nascent Soul Realm, no one could block the power of the battle formation.

In the Battle of Beihai, the ultimate victor is undoubtedly the side of the Chinese martial arts world.

After this battle, Beihai will usher in a long-lost peace. The Western martial arts world needs to recuperate, and will never send people to invade again in a short period of time.

"Huh? Old loach."

"The old man's spiritual power has fully recovered, and he can't disperse his spiritual sense. Have you seen that kid Ye Fei?" In the battlefield, Lu Liang stabilized his figure and turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him.

At this time, Qinglong, holding a long sword, knocked back the siege of dozens of people with one sword, which can be said to be like a rainbow.

It was obviously because of Lu Liang's injuries that he hadn't healed yet, so Qinglong followed behind him all the time.

"No, he's not on the field, he seems to have left." Chief Instructor Qinglong frowned slightly, looked around for a while, and then responded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Lu Liang couldn't help shaking his head slightly and said with a smile: "This kid, I haven't celebrated him yet."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Liang's eyes flashed suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and then he didn't say much, turned around and threw himself into the battlefield.

At this time, Ye Fei had already returned to China. After stabilizing the Beihai battlefield, he almost didn't stop for a moment, and rushed to the South China Sea at full speed.

Along the way, through East China, passing northwest.

Along the way, he didn't hold back the aura in the slightest, but all the places he passed, including the hidden Chinese hidden sect powerhouses in the mountains, could feel this majestic aura.

Ye Fei obviously did this on purpose, he didn't have time to stay in Yinlong at the moment, but he had to inform these people.

He is back.

Time passed quietly, and the sun gradually set in the west.

The land of China is vast and rich in resources. The distance between Beihai and Nanhai is really not short. With Ye Fei's strength, it took almost half a day to reach the city on the South China Sea.

At the port of the city, Ye Fei paused, raised his head and looked towards him, his eyes were fixed with a strong killing intent.

"In the sea ahead, thousands of nautical miles away, there are spiritual fluctuations."

"And it's extremely complicated..."

Such complex fluctuations of spiritual power are obviously produced by many martial arts practitioners fighting.

A gleam flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, he turned his head and glanced around, there was no one around, the port here has been blocked, no doubt to prevent ordinary people from being involved.

"I'm late." Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and his figure disappeared in place.

According to the analysis of the fluctuations in spiritual power, the battle in the sea ahead may have already begun.

Since the Dharma King Hall sent envoys to participate, it is obvious that it will not only target Beihai, and the South China Sea is very likely to be guarded by an envoy from the Dharma King Hall. As for who Ye Fei is still uncertain.

But no matter who it is, its strength is basically close to Jiejing, and the strongest member of the Ye family is Lan Fei.

After experiencing the Tiangong treasure house, perhaps because of the source of longevity, Lan Fei's strength skyrocketed in a short period of time, but even so, it was only in the late Yuanying period.

The entire Ye family, including Ye Fei, didn't even have a martial artist who was in the supernatural realm.

In the South China Sea, near the border of China, there is an extremely wide-spread archipelago.

This archipelago is bounded by the border of Huaxia, and an invisible barrier rises above the sea, which is divided into east and west. There are many people in the martial arts on the inner island.
The barrier is obviously a defensive formation, and it is mixed with ancient runes, and its defensive power is extremely good.

Here, ignoring is the battlefield in the South China Sea. Except for the members of the Huaxia Yinmen, the Huaxia Martial Dao world can arrange this kind of formation that covers a huge area and has an amazing defense. Except for Ye Fei, only the Ye family's Lan Fei.

In the South Sea Islands, outside the barrier, a person suddenly appeared in midair at this moment.

This person is wearing a loose golden mantra robe, with an extremely well-proportioned figure, long hair draped over his shoulders, and a clear face with water chestnuts. There is a faint trace of blood flashing in those deep pupils.

"Today, the deity needs a hundred people."

"Junior Huaxia, are you ready?" The man sneered, his aura froze, and the terrifying oppressive force instantly enveloped the defensive barrier in front of him.

"Crack, click..."

There were bursts of cracking sounds, and then resounded in midair.

Although this barrier is not bad, it is obviously unable to stop the western powerhouse.

Inside the barrier, on the nearest small island, a series of majestic powers shot up into the sky at this moment. From the perception of the breath, there are quite a few Nascent Soul powerhouses.

At the edge of the beach, the leader is a woman,

Wearing a light blue tight dress, she has an alluring appearance, long hair reaching her waist, and a faint light flickers in her charming eyes, exuding an indescribable aura.

She is none other than Ye Jialan Fei.

"Sister Hong, today, Fei'er will fight."

"If you lose to this person, I hope you can immediately take the Ye family back to Huaxia and hide in the Ye family manor, and wait for him to come back." Lan Fei said in a low voice as her momentum continued to rise.

Beside her, the woman in the red robe who said that was undoubtedly Yanjing's Vermilion.

And in the rear, there are Fang Hao from the Tongji Association, and some strong men from the Ye family, among whom there are many people from Yemen, and Wang Mang, whom Ye Fei knows well, is also among the crowd on the island.

On the South China Sea Islands, almost all of them are strong members of the Ye family, Lan Fei, Anna, and others. Needless to say, the backbone of the force is the people of Yemen. Although their strength is relatively low, there are quite a few of them.

"No, I'll go if I want to go, otherwise I won't be ashamed to see Ye Fei when he comes back." Zhu Hong took a step forward at this time, and rejected the words of the person in front of her.

She couldn't be sure how strong the people outside the barrier were.

But once someone rushes out of the barrier and goes to fight, they will be directly suppressed by the opponent with secret techniques and refined into puppets. In just three days, nearly 100 Yemen disciples have been captured by the mysterious man .

And Zhu Hong discovered that this person didn't seem to be unable to break through the formation.

Every time he comes, he will take away a lot of Huaxia Wuxiu, and every time the number is enough, this person will leave directly, which is a bit hard for Zhu Hong to understand.

At the edge of the beach, the people behind also stepped forward at the same time.

"The subordinates are willing to go to fight."

"Disciple, willing to die for Yemen..."

Fang Hao and others, the remaining disciples of Yemen, came to the mountain one after another at this moment, all of them showed resilience on their faces.

Even if a hundred people were sacrificed, they would never want to see Lan Fei go to fight in person. As said, if something happened to the person in front of them, they would have no face to face Ye Fei.

Seeing this scene, Lan Fei's eyes flashed, a serious look appeared on her face, and an irresistible meaning flashed in her eyes.

"That's enough, that person, you are not opponents, many people will undoubtedly be sending you to death." Lan Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and her spiritual sense could sense the outside world of the barrier.

On the islands to the west, there are hundreds of good auras, and as time goes by, the number of people on the Ye family's side is gradually decreasing, while the number of people on the other side is increasing.

If things go on like this, it is difficult for everyone here to survive.

And this, perhaps, is exactly what the western powerhouse wants to see in the upper air. This person did not assemble a large group to invade China, but entrenched here, just waiting for someone to die.

(End of this chapter)