Ye Xiwen entered the venue and saw a young man in his twenties, dressed in an orange robe, with a somewhat arrogant face and looming laws. Ye Xiwen counted them and found that there were nine hundred and ninety-nine.
Judging from his breath, which is still a little unstable, it's obvious that he just stepped in.
This kind of strength is indeed enough to be ranked among the geniuses, but he was not among the geniuses before, which means that he should not have cultivated to the half-step of the legendary Dzogchen realm before, but he has not cultivated to the half-step of the legendary Dzogchen realm and now he can condense nine hundred and ninety-nine
According to Taoism, this is indeed a medium-sized miracle, and it should have something to do with the skills he cultivates.
Ye Xiwen doesn't know what kind of technique this book is called "The Rebirth Sutra of Heavenly Shou Pluto". If Ye Mo is here, he can still ask, but now Ye Mo has fallen into a deep sleep and lost contact.
However, Ye Mozai may not know that there are too many sages in the human race, and the techniques they have created are like the stars in the sky. They are too numerous to count. It is obviously impossible to know them all.
"You are Ye Xiwen!" Sun Zhanpeng saw that Ye Xiwen was not afraid or jealous. On the contrary, he was a little excited. Yes, excited. What Ye Xiwen interpreted from his expression was not that kind of encounter.
The excitement of seeing your opponent, but the excitement of being about to become famous.
"I am!" Ye Xiwen said lightly.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, I'm so excited!" Sun Zhanpeng laughed and said, "You probably don't know your name in our Xuanyuan Palace. As long as I can kill you, I can be killed naturally.
Accept it, become a genius, and fill the gap left by Fan Ming!"
"Don't doubt that I have such strength!" Sun Zhanpeng said nonstop, as if a person who had not received recognition for a long time suddenly got such an opportunity and became excited.
"Idiot!" Ye Xiwen opened his mouth and spat out these two words.
"What did you say?" Sun Zhanpeng suddenly became angry, "How can a person like you understand? How can a person like you understand my thoughts? People like you should die!"
"Jidu Pluto Sword!" Sun Zhanpeng said, and a ghostly and unpredictable aura like a demon was produced on his body. The nine hundred and ninety-nine laws in his body began to boil, flying in the sky, and each law could easily crush him.
An ordinary half-saint, he claims to have the strength to defeat Ye Xiwen. It is not entirely false. His strength is indeed powerful, enough to rank among the geniuses.
Ye Xiwen heard someone say before that Sun Zhanpeng was not so powerful yesterday, but he had just completed a rebirth today and his strength had greatly improved, enough to rank among the geniuses.
Now he was completely angered by Ye Xiwen, and he took action with anger. The power could be imagined. In an instant, the sky was shrouded in endless dark clouds, and the dark wind blew like a strong wind.
Sun Zhanpeng, wielding a long sword, is like a god, a god in charge of death. Death is contained between the blades. The endless souls of the dead are howling on the blade.
Sun Zhanpeng's long sword turned into a huge bloody sword dozens of feet long in the void, and slashed down with boundless Yin Qi.
When the sword was about to hit Ye Xiwen's head immediately, Ye Xiwen moved, stepped down suddenly, and boundless golden light burst out from his body. At the moment when thousands of troops were about to attack, he avoided such a terrifying sword.
"Boom!" The long knife crushed the ground hard, crushing the surface and splitting a huge crack dozens of feet long on the ground. It was bottomless and terrifying.
"Drink"! Ye Xiwen shouted, turning into a golden stream of light, and rushed to Sun Zhanpeng in an instant, "That's it!"
"You are so naive!" Sun Zhanpeng had a ferocious look on his face. On the long knife in Sun Zhanpeng's hand, the endless Yin Qi condensed into a sharp arrow and shot out towards Ye Xiwen instantly.
"Whoosh!" This long arrow filled with yin energy instantly cut through the sky, shot through the space, and almost hit Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen jumped suddenly and avoided the Yin Qi sharp arrow. At this time, Sun Zhanpeng once again wielded the terrifying sword dozens of feet long and slashed at Ye Xiwen, splitting the void and shaking the nine heavens.
The pupils in Ye Xiwen's eyes shrank. This big sword turned out to be a sacred weapon, with infinite power. It seemed to match his martial arts. When a sacred weapon is used, the power is naturally infinite, just like the difference between a semi-saint and a saint.
, the gap between the pseudo-sacred weapon and the holy weapon is also huge. A full-strength strike of the holy weapon, even if it is not activated by a master in the holy realm, still has infinite power.
At this time, the disciples on the sidelines of the battle all recognized this sacred weapon and were shocked. This was the first among many disciples to show that they possessed a sacred weapon. The terrifying power of the sacred weapon was also revealed.
They were shocked. For them, pseudo-sacred artifacts were legendary, let alone sacred artifacts.
Even many holy realm masters are still using fake holy weapons!
The sword was fast and urgent, and it fell down in an instant.
"Boom!"
The entire space exploded and shattered.
Countless people were horrified and marveled at the terrifying power of the holy weapon. No wonder Sun Zhanpeng was so arrogant and domineering. It turned out that he had such a trump card. No one was optimistic about Sun Zhanpeng. After all, it didn't matter if Sun Zhanpeng's strength could directly catch up with the genius. This person in front of him
This person has killed two geniuses and easily defeated one genius!
But as Sun Zhanpeng sacrificed the sacred weapon, everything changed. The appearance of the sacred weapon was enough to reverse the situation.
"Ye Xiwen, today is the day you die!" Sun Zhanpeng gasped and sneered.
The power of the holy weapon was very great, but it was also very consuming. Even though he was already at the peak of Semi-Saint, he still couldn't use it for a long time. He was already breathing heavily after just cutting it down with two swords.
Ye Xiwen's figure appeared in the void, with a pair of golden wings spread out behind him, several feet long. He was walking in the void, wearing golden divine clothes, like a god.
His eyes were cold, his fighting spirit was high, and the endless sword intent in his hand condensed into a long sword.
"Ye Xiwen, today I will give you a chance to die in a dignified way!" Sun Zhanpeng laughed loudly, with a wild smile and a bit of joy. A kind of madness that had been suppressed for a long time completely boiled over and went crazy.
For so many years, he has been suppressed below. Why, why can those so-called geniuses be so high up, like gods, looking at the world, just like Ye Xiwen now, which disgusts him and makes him want to destroy.
Today he will use his long sword to cut down these so-called geniuses to prove that he is the strongest, and those geniuses are just rubbish compared to him.
He hates this world, hates this world that doesn't know how to appreciate his talent!
"You've gone crazy!" Ye Xiwen said lightly.
"Yes, I've gone crazy. It's all because of you people. What the hell are you?" Sun Zhanpeng laughed and said.
Ye Xiwen's expression was stern. He knew what Sun Zhanpeng was thinking. How many geniuses were there in the world? Most of them were ordinary people, the generation who grew up in the shadow of geniuses.
Ye Xiwen didn't want to argue with him about whether he was right or wrong. Sun Zhanpeng had already fallen into extreme delusions. Ye Xiwen never thought that Tianjiao was anything, did not think that Tianjiao could not be surpassed, and did not really regard himself as one of those Tianjiao who were like God's darling.
, he has no extraordinary talent, nor does he have superhuman strength. Everything he has comes from his hard work step by step. Without his countless births and deaths, he would not have the current strength.
"I know you can't swing it a few times anymore. I can kill you, but I decided to give you a chance to let you understand the gap in real strength!" Ye Xiwen said coldly, that big sword was very sinister and could absorb
Death energy grows. This kind of magic weapon often has very high requirements for the host, and it will be backfired if you are not careful.
"Hahaha, I hate your self-righteousness the most!" Sun Zhanpeng laughed wildly. In his eyes, Ye Xiwen is now a collection of those geniuses he hates. He even saw a trace of pity in Ye Xiwen's eyes, which made him even crazier.
He doesn't need pity or sympathy.
He will kill anyone who dares to sympathize with him!
"Boom!" Sun Zhanpeng's fierce power was overwhelming, and a kind of death aura faintly rose from his body. Countless dead people roared and gathered behind him, condensing into a pair of frightening blood-colored eyes.
The long knife in his hand pointed at Ye Xiwen, and he stamped his feet suddenly, shattering the void, and rushed straight towards Ye Xiwen. He was obviously alone, but he rushed out with the momentum of thousands of Yin soldiers and cavalry.
"Look carefully, this is the move!"
Ye Xiwen shouted loudly, and the golden divine light on his body exploded, turning Ye Xiwen's whole body into a golden kingdom. He was the god among them, and the long sword in his hand was instantly released.
"Heavenly Burial Sword!"
"Qiang!" The long sword in Ye Xiwen's hand spun crazily in Ye Xiwen's palm. Gradually, a cyclone swept up, becoming more and more violent and gradually covering the sky. Many legendary level players were watching the battle in the subspace.
The disciples couldn't even see the two of them anymore.
This was a peerless killing blow. The long knife and the long sword suddenly collided together.
"Boom!"
The space was like broken glass broken into pieces, the air waves were overwhelming, sweeping in all directions, chaos tilted out, and murderous intent filled the entire space.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and a figure flew out from the endless cyclone.
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