Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

In the site, red flame and blue color force account for half respectively.

Under the crazy collision between the two sides, a large area of dazzling brilliance was splashed.

The sound of banging was heard all the time. Their bodies collided dozens of times in a short time. The dull sound made the onlookers feel their teeth sour.

"It seems... There is a fight."

"Younger martial brother Ye is not as simple as we thought."

"Elder martial sister Ning Zhen, you say... Younger martial brother ye, can he defeat that shit stirring stick?"

“……”

Dozens of factotum disciples were nervous, with a cold sweat in their palms. They stared at the two people flashing in the field for fear that Ye Feng would be defeated by Zhong Ziqi.

"It should be all right... Younger martial brother Ye doesn't seem to be impulsive."

Yuan Ning really said, in fact, she didn't even have any confidence.

"The empty realm is eight fold. It should be to challenge the king realm alone, and bet on the zongmen Taoist talisman... I don't think there is anything more impulsive than him."

Wang Yuwei grunted on the side.

Boom!

As soon as his voice fell, a violent noise shook the dust, and several pieces of rubble fell from the attic. In the intertwined energy, two figures shot out backwards, staggered and retreated for several steps before they stopped.

"Melee is a little capable. No wonder you dare to provoke yourself!"

After shaking away the yuan force around the spirit sword, Zhong Ziqi's chest fluctuated violently. He gasped for several times before he calmed down, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

He didn't take much advantage of the repeated collisions just now, both in flesh and Yuan force.

Ye Feng's fighting power is not what the eight small martial arts in the virtual environment should have.

"Provocation is out of question..."

"In my opinion, you are not qualified for that."

The mang killing Sabre is slightly shocked, and Ye Feng secretly moves the meridians and adjusts the breath.

After he was promoted to the eighth level of the virtual realm, his combat power increased a lot, but he didn't cross the level of the king's realm. He was still unable to fight the real king's realm.

Fortunately, compared with a guy like Ao feibai, Zhong Ziqi has an obvious gap, and this guy seems to be eager for success, his foundation is unstable, and his yuan force is relatively vain.

Not to let Ye Feng use the "three prohibitions of God and law".

When the two fought each other, they quickly passed through several moves. They felt the strange appearance of some external disciples not far away. Zhong Ziqi was very angry in his heart.

If I can't even clean up a worker today, it's a shame to leave it at Grandma's house. In the future... How can I call the wind and rain in the outer yard?

Hiss, hiss

As soon as he read this, his look became extremely Yin and ruthless. Yuan forces in his body rushed out and poured into the spirit sword in batches.

The two inscriptions melted into the sword suddenly burst into an aura of Zhang Xu Gao, making the temperature that had picked up fall down again.

The ferocious lion's head at the tip of the sword almost roared.

"One move defeats you."

"Sword annihilation... Crazy lion!"

Zhong Ziqi stepped on the earth with his feet. With the ground smashed into pieces, his whole body jumped into the air. After holding a sword in both hands, he hit down from mid air and split into Ye Feng's head in the air.

Boom, boom

Three loud noises came one after another. The blue light on the spirit sword suddenly flourished. There were two lights in front of and behind, one shining, and then entering the interior of the lion's head.

In an instant, with a roar, there was an overwhelming roar of lions. All the cold air between heaven and earth was rapidly closing up, enveloping Ye Feng.

The icy cold poured head-on constricted the pupils of Ye Feng, and the green dark fire overflowed along the body surface, completely wrapping the whole right fist.

"Shifang Bagua fist!"

He gave a deafening shout and hit eight fists in the air. Where the fist Gang passed, the green dark fire pulled out a fire practice, and the baking space became illusory.

The eight fists were superimposed to form a strong gas gun. Under the eyes of the people, they collided with the lion's head.

Boom!

When the two phases contacted, the ice crystals all over the sky suddenly burst into pieces. Before they scattered and shot back, they were evaporated into water mist by the high temperature. The inscriptions spirit sword and mang killing knife were then superimposed.

It's a holy weapon of heaven level. It makes people feel sour when it collides.

Their faces were less than a foot apart.

Zhong Ziqi's red eyelids jumped wildly. His carefully prepared blow was smashed by Ye Feng. Such a result surprised him.

Ye Feng's face was also white.

It seems that without exercising the three prohibitions of divine law, it still seems a little reluctant to Shangwang territory.

However, he soon raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. His eyes became very cold at the moment. Under the focus of his eyes, there was a magnificent spiritual force in front of his forehead, which rushed out without warning. After a flash, he went straight into Zhong Ziqi's head.

The mental power that spread like a huge wave surged to the four directions, and even made several interns on the side who were too close to the outside door cry in pain and squat down on the spot.

Compared with them, the close clock period is equivalent to the power of completely withstanding this spiritual shock.

His whole body was as stiff as an electric shock. When he was unprepared, he withstood a huge spiritual impact. Zhong Ziqi's divine sea almost collapsed. There was blood overflowing from his seven orifices. In his mind, there were bells and drums ringing together, and he was trembling and scared. He couldn't control his body at all.

Ye Feng's mouth slightly showed a sneering expression, relaxed his ape arm, raised his fist rapidly, mixed with the sound of the broken wind, and hit Zhong Ziqi on the bridge of his nose.

Click!

Other disciples were numb and subconsciously covered their noses.

Under the concentration of dozens of eyes, Zhong Ziqi seemed to be drained of his blood essence at once. After a sharp scream, he fell back, and then he was paralyzed on the ground.

The open space in front of such a large factotum building was frozen. Everyone didn't say a word. Even the factotum disciples who should have shouted happily were shocked and speechless at this moment.

Zhong Ziqi is a disciple of an outside sect, and Wang Jingyi is very important.

Maybe his foundation is unstable and his cultivation takes some water, but the king's territory... After all, it is the king's territory!

It took less than one incense burning time before and after. The previously arrogant excrement stirring stick was beaten and fainted on the ground by a factotum disciple who had joined the di yuan sect for only a few days?

Such a reversal really makes them unimaginable