Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng's eyes lit up.

"Zhen Xianzi's sword technique is sharp and sharp. With the sword in her hand, her attack power is quite strong."

In the early Tang Dynasty, Xue Dian said, "her cultivation is not as good as Fan Jian, but her strength is stronger than Fan Jian."

After stabbing the demon puppet with a sword, Zhen Wan shouted to Fan Jian, "elder martial brother, you're hurt. Go and get rid of the poison. Let me deal with the puppet."

"But..." Fan Jian looked pale and opened his mouth to say something.

Zhen Wan looked through his heart and said, "don't worry, since it's your first hand to kill this puppet, its luck beads will belong to you."

Fan Jian nodded with satisfaction, withdrew from the battle circle, touched a large handful of pills and swallowed them.

Ye Feng didn't expect that this person would be so wonderful that he should even take advantage of such a bargain? I couldn't help looking at him and shaking my head.

"Smelly boy, what are you looking at? If you mean it or not, you know to stand and watch a good play?"

Fan Jian, who became angry from shame, vented his anger on Ye Feng's head.

With a faint smile, Ye Feng retorted, "if I kill it, will the luck beads belong to you or me?"

His tone made Fan Jian even more angry. He snorted coldly: "I'm afraid the half empty garbage like you will be swallowed by the earth devil puppet as soon as you go up. How dare you say to kill it?"

Ye Feng's eyes burst with murderous opportunities, and the vitality of Dantian has surged up.

Just now, Fan Jian fought with the devil puppet for a moment, which made Ye Feng completely see through his strength, that is, the general triple combat power in the virtual world.

Maybe it's more powerful than Ningyuan of the immortal sword sect, but it's limited.

Such a person doesn't even have the qualification to become Ye Feng's opponent. Killing him is only one or two moves at most.

At this time, with a roar, the sword in Zhen Wan's hand sent out a bright white light, and the sword cut off the huge head of the demon puppet.

The tall body fell down, and wisps of particularly strong black fog gushed out of the neck cavity of the earth devil puppet, which disappeared in the air. On the ground, only a hexagonal orange air bead was left, emitting a shocking smell.

Fan Jian's greedy eyes flashed. He didn't quarrel with Ye Feng. He grabbed the orange gas bead quickly and quietly collected the storage ring.

Then he laughed and said, "younger martial sister is really powerful. Although I have consumed almost this land demon puppet just now, it has been killed so soon. Younger martial sister's strength has improved again."

It sounds like Zhen Wan can kill the demonic puppet. It's all his credit.

Zhen Wan smiled and said nothing more.

Ye Feng and Xue at the beginning of Tang Dynasty despise this person's behavior even more. It's really strange that this shameless guy is the senior brother of Qingyu mountain.

I hope this person doesn't challenge his bottom line again

The four people continued to move forward, and the black fog above their heads became thicker and thicker, just like a dark cloud. There was going to be a torrential rain in that place.

Ye Feng and others seem to have entered a big mountain, with towering peaks on all sides and only a basin in the middle.

The basin surrounded by mountains seems to be polluted by black magic gas. Although the trees in it are not dead, they become as dark as ink. There are not too many branches, but their trunk is straight and thick and pokes into the black clouds. In the middle of a large forest, a bright yellow building can be seen vaguely, shining with treasure. It seems to be a huge temple common in ancient times.

Fan Jian's face became very excited and excited. He shouted, "that place must be an ancient relic. Hurry up and move faster. Maybe other martial artists have gone in one step ahead of us."

"All the treasures in the ruins are mine. No one can take them away from me..."

"Shameless..."

Although Ye Feng scolded in the bottom of his heart, he didn't slow down. He also wanted to go into the so-called ancient ruins earlier.

However, when they entered the basin, a huge roar like an explosion came out, and a huge monster knocked several big trees in front of the four people.

This huge monster looks like the previous demon puppet, but it is almost four meters tall. It is a little taller than the puppet we met before. There is also a layer of heavy armor on the outside of the body surface, wearing a helmet on the head and covered with black gas. The pure black giant sword in his hand is about ten feet long, and the whole body of the sword emits rolling flames.

Its scarlet eyes glowed with red blood and stared at the four maple leaves.

After a short pause, the blood red light in the giant monster's eyes grew violently, raised his hand and a sword, and countless big trees broke together in front of him. The dark shadow rushed towards the four people in the crash of the fallen tree.

At the same time, the red giant sword in its hand excited a magma like flame and swept over with a sad and fierce vigorous wind.

The sweeping sword was so powerful that Zhen Wan, Tang chuxue and Fan Jian changed their faces.

The fool saw that the grade of the demon puppet in front of him was undoubtedly much stronger than the original one. If the only puppet killed by Zhen Wan was an ordinary puppet, then this one has definitely reached the elite level.

According to the ancient books, the demonic puppets can be divided into ordinary, elite, general, Lord and so on.

The worst ordinary puppet has only one or two levels of attack and defense, and the elite level has three or four levels of strength. However, under the almost endless blessing of magic Qi, this creature is extremely difficult to kill within the scope of the ruins, but it is hundreds of times more difficult than the virtual realm masters of the same level.

When a sword came, Zhen Wan shouted, "elder martial brother, this puppet is powerful. Let's attack back and forth."

Fan Jian sneered, looked at Ye Feng and said, "you can't let this boy watch a good play every time. He must do it. If he doesn't do it, I won't do it."

Zhen Wan's face changed and said, "such a powerful elite puppet, don't you let Ye Feng go to die?"

"I don't care."

Fan Jian was still chattering. The giant sword of the elite demon puppet had surged. Zhen Wan gritted his teeth and jumped on his body. The long crystal sword in his hand stabbed the puppet in a scarlet eye.

Suddenly, it was like a touch of silver brilliance, and an empty spirit sword stabbed out.

Zhen Wan used a very advanced sword technique, which was also used to chop off the head of an ordinary puppet.

However, now, her sword split on the giant sword of the elite puppet, and a violent shock wave burst out. As soon as the figure of the elite demon puppet stagnated, the sweeping giant sword was blocked. However, Zhen Wan was knocked out by great force at the same time, and his face turned white in the air and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The gap in strength is very obvious.

Just one attack, Zhen Wan was slightly injured, and it aroused the ferocity of the elite demonic puppets.