Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

But Zhu Haoran obviously didn't find the situation on Ye Feng's side.

"You're right. He's a dead man now." Ye Feng's voice sounded in Zhu Haoran's ear. At this moment, Zhu Haoran saw Zhang Biao's figure falling to the ground.

"What? What's going on?"

For a time, Zhu Haoran was stunned.

"Go down and ask him yourself." Ye Feng said with a smile.

At the same time, Ye Feng ran towards Zhu Haoran, but he didn't do it directly, but his feet shook falsely, and his action flashed in front of Zhu Haoran.

Zhu Haoran's only way is blocked. If he continues to run forward, he is bound to hit Ye Feng.

If at ordinary times, there is no flaming Lion King chasing him behind, Zhu Haoran is naturally not afraid of Ye Feng's blocking, but at the moment, as long as his figure slows down slightly, the flaming Lion King will attack without hesitation.

The pace of the dragon is exquisite, and Zhu Haoran's speed is only a little faster than the flame lion king. A man and a beast are only a few feet apart. He can even feel the flame like breath coming from behind.

Zhu Haoran glared at Ye Feng, took two steps to the right, changed direction, and planned to avoid Ye Feng.

Just ran a few feet forward, but he was stunned to find that the road in front of him was blocked by the half step congenital boy.

Evil door.

"Fuck you."

Zhu Haoran scolded angrily and hurriedly turned left. Although the delay of each time was up to one or two breath, the flame lion approached to an extremely dangerous point.

Hiss.

The armor transformed from vitality was torn apart by the lion's claws.

Sooner or later, he clenched his teeth fiercely. Zhu Haoran bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood essence. In an instant, he accelerated the speed by 20% and promoted it to the extreme. Only then can he avoid the killing of the flaming Lion King and open a short distance again.

"Fortunately, I'm proud of the northern Han Dynasty. No one can compare me. When I find a chance, I must cut this hateful boy thousands of times."

He was cursing fiercely as he walked with his head down.

"What are you talking about?" but a relaxed voice came from his ear.

Zhu Haoran turned sideways in horror, his eyes pupil suddenly contracted, and his eyes showed a ghost like expression.

Because he saw that not far from the other side, the hateful boy in his mouth with a light smile was particularly clear, running side by side with himself.

How is this possible?

It's the dragon body method of Zhu family's unique skill and the top grade of Xuan level.

Among the young generation of the King City of the northern Han Dynasty, few people can surpass themselves in speed, and the speed bonus just improved with the help of blood essence is still there. How can this boy catch up with his unparalleled speed?

Look at the way he smiles at the corners of his mouth. He's relaxed and comfortable. Does he... Still have spare strength?

Ye Feng answered Zhu Haoran's doubts with actions.

Under the other party's frightening eyes, Ye Feng's steps accelerated abruptly, surpassed Zhu Haoran more than ten feet in an instant, and blocked his escape position again.

Just like the previous times.

In other words, if Zhu Haoran continues to go straight, he is bound to hit Ye Feng.

This boy is really annoying. It's no longer a problem of blocking the road. It's chiguoguo's teasing himself.

Shit.

I wish Haoran evil to the side of courage.

Hit and hit, even if you delay a few interest rates, but this boy must kill him.

He stepped up again abruptly and rushed to Ye Feng regardless of everything. In the process of running, he put an extra long knife in his hand to condense yuan force and split it with one knife.

The strong momentum made the surrounding air roar.

"Want to work hard?"

Ye Feng noticed the power contained in this knife.

This person's strength is not weak, but when he saw the man's action of gathering yuan force, Ye Feng just smiled. When the knife light came down, he moved to the side with light steps and easily avoided the sharp blow.

"Bang!"

The blade of the long knife blasted into the place where Ye Feng had just taken his place and hit a deep and long huge pit.

Seeing Ye Feng's understanding, he dodged. Zhu Haoran couldn't help smiling, "your mother, smelly boy has the ability. Don't hide. I blocked my way again and again, and I thought you weren't afraid of death..."

"Really? I don't know if you're afraid to die!" Ye Feng didn't care when he heard the scolding voice, and pointed at his back.

In the congenital stage, we can't send and receive yuan forces freely. No matter who, once the yuan force is gathered, the movement under his feet will inevitably slow down. Although Ye Feng did not stop Zhu Haoran's road, his goal has been achieved.

What he wants is the time wasted by Zhu Haoran's cohesion.

"Roar..."

A flame swept through the sky and covered the earth, directly wrapping Zhu Haoran's body in.

"Not good! Vitality changes armour!"

Sensing the surging heat, Zhu Haoran was shocked and changed color. A vigorous armor with green light appeared on his body surface, barely isolating the flame spewed out by the flame lion king.

However, the flame has made him in a hurry. At the moment when the vitality armor is condensed into shape, the real killing move of the flame Lion King is approaching.

"Miso..."

A foot long sharp lion claw penetrated the flame, and then easily tore the cyan armor. Unexpectedly, Zhu Haoran's chest was pierced by the Lion King's claw.

"Ah..."

There was a tragic voice in the light of the fire. In an instant, he became a burning fireman. Then he was picked into his mouth by the king of the flaming lion. After a few "Baji Baji", he disappeared.

Ye Feng was stunned. The Lion King moved too fast. Damn it, the storage ring hasn't been stripped from his hand yet.

The ground shook here, while Tang chuxue and Han Lun on the other side were relatively quiet.

The fight of the inscriptionist is so civilized. Both of them use spiritual attack. One yellow light and one color light come and go quietly. There is no smoke of gunpowder, but it is full of crisis.

Han Lun is the first genius in the northern Han Dynasty. His mental strength has reached level 8, and he has to be above the snow in the early Tang Dynasty. However, snow in the early Tang Dynasty has an extremely rare talent of spiritual martial arts. The colorful divine light can easily resolve Han Lun's attack every time.

The two lights are deadlocked. Although Tang chuxue's colorful magic light has the upper hand, it can't win directly in a short time.

However, at this moment, Han Lun's eyes looked frightened.

Because he found that Zhu Haoran and Zhang Biao, who entered here with him, were picked up by the half born boy alone in such a short time.

One man and one beast have come towards them.

In particular, the majesty of the flaming Lion King is overwhelming. Han Lun's breath was short, his mind was stretched to the limit, and his mental power inevitably came to a short pause.