Although Ye Xiwen's realm is several steps behind Mr. Feng's, and his true strength is also a step behind, Ye Xiwen's domineering golden body has narrowed these distances to a certain extent. In addition, Ye Xiwen now uses the Tianyuan Mirror.
Integrating into the body, the defense power is greatly increased. The sacred weapon protects the body, which is naturally extraordinary. It can be attacked with free hands. Although it is difficult to hurt the late half saint in the middle stage of the half saint, how can Ye Xiwen take it easy and casually attack it?
The attack is equivalent to the joint attack of dozens of mid-stage semi-holy masters. Even the late-stage semi-holy masters have to avoid its sharp edge. After the Tianyuan Mirror was promoted to a holy weapon, Ye Xiwen's strength increased exponentially, at least those who were only five or six
Warriors in the late half-saint stage of the Hundred Principles have nothing to do with him. Even a Half-Saint like Mr. Feng who has condensed the seven hundred laws is like a lost dog under the joint attack of him and the blood slave.
"Impossible!" Mr. Feng's face was full of horror, and he kept stuffing pills into his mouth, but Ye Xiwen and the blood slave had already joined forces to attack. The blood slave himself was created and controlled by Ye Xiwen, so naturally they had the same mind and cooperated.
tacit agreement..
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Under the joint attack of Ye Xiwen and the Blood Slave, Mr. Feng simply became a sandbag. There was no way to resist, or even to keep up with the speed of the two of them. Their devil wings were extremely fast, and several other late-stage Half-Saints
The old man looked around and saw that Mr. Feng was just a sandbag that was knocked away time and time again by streaks of golden light and bloody light.
"stop!"
The elders looked at this scene with fear, fearing that it would be terrible if Mr. Feng was directly beaten to death.
"Bang!" Mr. Feng was blasted away again, and all his bones had been broken several times. It was so miserable that Mr. Feng's face was extremely ferocious. His handsome face had already been beaten into a pig's head at this time, because of the ferocious
His expression became distorted.
"Just wait, I won't let you go!" Mr. Feng roared, somewhat reluctant, but gritted his teeth, took out a scroll from the space ring, and crushed it into pieces.
Suddenly, in the void, a huge portal seemed to be torn apart from a dark scroll, and mysterious auras wrapped around this huge portal.
Mr. Feng didn't hesitate immediately. He walked straight through the portal, and then the portal disappeared.
Ye Xiwen was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng actually had a teleportation scroll on his body. No wonder he had a reluctant expression. You must know that only a Saint Realm master can tear open space cracks with his own energy for a long time, but a Saint Realm master Mao
Entering hastily will lead to a dead end. Only masters in the Great Sage Realm can set up a teleportation array from one place to another. This is something that only the best in the Great Sage Realm who know the formations very well can do.
And if you go to a far place, it may take dozens or hundreds of people to form a joint formation. Space is an extremely mysterious thing for everyone.
Making a teleportation scroll is something that even the top masters in the Great Sage Realm cannot do. Although I don’t know how he got this kind of teleportation scroll, it’s no wonder that he looked reluctant, until his life was really threatened.
Who would be willing to use such a precious thing.
Ye Xiwen immediately did not hesitate, collected the blood slaves, and walked straight away under the rainbow light. Behind him were the roars of the four late-stage Semi-Saint old men who were about to arrive. Ye Xiwen knew clearly that now, with the help of
With the blood slaves, two of them can bully Mr. Feng, but only one can succeed. If four of them fight, it will definitely be a disaster.
Ye Xiwen was extremely fast and disappeared from their sight in a short while, causing them to jump and curse, but there was nothing they could do.
Listening to the curses of the old guys behind him, Ye Xiwen burst out laughing and felt very happy. He avenged the inexplicable interception in front of him and captured the core of a star. Ye Xiwen was in a great mood.
Follow the defense indicated on the star map and head straight for Fenglong City.
This Wind Dragon City is also famous in the area. It is said that the entire city was built on the body of a huge dead wind dragon. However, this is just a rumor. No one knows whether it is true or not. This Wind Dragon City
The city has been built for more than thousands of years, and even the city owners have changed for several generations. Among them, ordinary people do not know how many times they have changed. They do not know what the situation was like when the city was first built.
Ye Xiwen flew for almost another day before he arrived at the Wind Dragon City. This Wind Dragon City was like a city standing on a small island in the universe. In this silent and dark universe, it looked unusual.
special.
After just stopping for a while, there were many, many warriors coming in and out, most of them were warriors in the legendary realm, but there was no shortage of semi-holy realms at all, and you could see a few from time to time.
Ye Xiwen could even see disciples from Zhenwu Academy here, even disciples from Xuanyuan Palace and other huge forces in the Zhenwu world.
After entering Fenglong City, Ye Xiwen quickly contacted Hua Menghan, but at this time Hua Menghan was on a ring in the center of the city. Ye Xiwen received the news from Hua Menghan and rushed to the center of the city.
The arena.
This arena is very famous in Fenglong City. People often set up a arena on it to challenge the various experts in the city.
Although Fenglong City is just a city, its members come from masters from the Zhenwu world and even from all over the Chaotic Heaven Realm. Although the place is small, there are always various masters appearing in it.
Therefore, some masters often appear in this arena.
Ye Xiwen rushed all the way to the ring, only to see two figures fighting together on the ring. One of them was a man of about thirty years old, and the other was a child of about eleven or twelve years old, fair and clean.
She is unusually cute, but her face is filled with a violent look.
Hua Menghan was found among the crowd not far away. Ye Xiwen quickly stepped forward to say hello: "Senior sister!"
"Are you here? Are you okay?" Hua Menghan said with some concern.
"Of course it's okay!" Ye Xiwen told Hua Menghan about stealing Mr. Feng's star core.
"Senior sister, once we absorb that core, our cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds. Why are you here!" Ye Xiwen asked with some confusion.
But before Hua Menghan could give an answer, another earth-shaking change took place in the arena.
The man in his thirties was retreating steadily under the attack of the child, with almost no foothold at all.
"Boom!" The man in his thirties was hit directly in the chest with a palm, his ribs were directly broken, and his body flew backwards.
Ye Xiwen couldn't help but take a breath. He could see that the eleven or twelve-year-old child was not of a naturally short race, or that he had practiced some skills that caused him to be like this. He was simply only eleven or twelve years old, but
His strength was unbelievably tyrannical. The middle-aged man was definitely in the middle stage of a semi-saint, but he was not his opponent and was directly knocked off the stage by his palm.
Ye Xiwen couldn't help but be horrified that he was only a teenager and could have such strength.
"This Pang Yangbo is too strong, another semi-saint was defeated by him!"
"Not only is he strong, he is simply a monster. It is said that he is only eleven years old. This talent can put all the so-called geniuses to shame. In front of him, he is nothing!"
"It's really annoying to compare people to each other. How can there be so many geniuses in the world? How should people like us live our lives!"
"Yes, among the disciples of this generation in Xuanyuan Hall, no, if we go back hundreds of years or thousands of years, we may not be able to find anyone who can compare with Pang Yangbo!"
"I can't see it, and it's not as mysterious as what I said. I heard that he received a mysterious inheritance since he was a child. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to do it so quickly. Some people also say that he is the reincarnation of a certain ancient figure, so he is particularly good at practicing.
Fast, in terms of speed, it is unparalleled among the disciples of this generation!"
Ye Xiwen heard everyone's discussion and found out that he was a disciple of Xuanyuan Palace. Xuanyuan Palace really found a treasure this time.
The boy Pang Yangbo showed a look of disdain on his face and shouted: "Are the disciples of Zhenwu Academy only like this? It really disappoints me, they are just some rubbish. As for Ye Xiwen, doesn't he dare to come out?
?I will be in the ring for another three months. If any of you know him, please call me over and see if I don’t beat him to death!"
Ye Xiwen finally understood why Hua Menghan was here, and this guy was actually here for him.
After hearing Pang Yangbo's words, many disciples from the Zhenwu Academy around him looked indignant. In Fenglong City, there were many disciples from the Zhenwu Academy active here. After hearing these words, they were naturally extremely indignant.
.
And many disciples from Xuanyuan Hall around were shouting.
"Let that Ye Xiwen get out!"
"If you have the ability to fight with real swords and guns!"
Ye Xiwen secretly thought that among the disciples of his generation, they had not yet begun to contact each other. At most, it was just a competition among the various forces. His name should not be spread to Xuanyuan Palace, and these disciples of Xuanyuan Palace had no respect for him.
Such hostility should be due to the fact that Fan Ming was killed last time.
The battle between Ye Xiwen and Fan Ming should be regarded as the first collision between the top disciples of Zhenwu Academy and Xuanyuan Palace. However, the result was that Fan Ming was beheaded by Ye Xiwen. Of course, the people of Xuanyuan Palace would not give in.
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