Fantasy: The Opening Sign To Heavenly Dao Saint Body

Wow!

Sword Qi cut through the sky.

An instant is coming.

At this moment, Zhao Qiankun felt the threat of Death, and while the storage or flashing, a dark spear appeared in his hand, and the Spirit Power all over his body was surging into the sound of gunshots, and it pierced out.

The gun is like a dragon.

In an instant, the majestic and majestic momentum brought by the spear was as if a thousand mountains were overwhelming.

Headed straight to the Sword Ray.

boom!

In the center of the two, the tip of the gun collided with the blade of the sword, and the two Spirit Power fluctuations broke out and collided in an instant, like two waves that set off a monstrous force. Weng Ming.

On the hills, it was like the loud sound of thunder blasting away, as if gold stones collided with jade and aluminum. At the same time, strong winds swept out wildly, and the bush vegetation closer to it was directly affected by the strong wind. It was uprooted, and fell into the void, the scene was terrifying.

Zhao Wuqian looked up into the sky, at the moment when the two powerful Spirit Powers collided, he couldn't help but his face turned pale with a look of astonishment. He didn't expect a 21-year-old young man to be with the extremely fierce old man in his Sect. The bloody battle of the ancestors has reached this point, reaching the level of a desperate fight.

At this moment, Zhao Wugan began to regret it a bit. He felt extremely dangerous aura from Ye Fei's Sword Ray. This aura was extremely terrifying, as if it had been taught by a god, it was mysterious and profound, powerful and inexplicable.

If there is another chance to make a new decision, he will not risk his death to ask his ancestor to come forward, and swallow this breath if he is killed.

After all, he still underestimated Ye Fei.

Zhao Wuyan's face was as pale as paper. He remembered the scene when he tried his opponent in the auction room that day, and now he remembered that from the soles of his feet to his head, he was chills, and a strong sense of crisis swept him.

As for the five Elders of Sect, they are even more noisy.

"Zhao Wugan, look at the good things you have done. The disaster of the Promise Gate is likely to be caused by you."

"It's horrible! Even if the ancestors came forward, it was still impossible to calm the storm. The strength of this son was far beyond everyone's expectations. Could it be that the sky demon killed my Promise Gate?"

"Death f*ck shit! It's your arrogant line, I don't know how to converge, especially what Zhao Jianchen is. I have already said that this person's moral misconduct will sooner or later cause a catastrophe, now it's okay, really Is fulfilled."

"Hey, it's too late to say anything about this matter. I hope the ancestors can punish this dog and put an end to the wrath of the Promise Gate completely."

"Yes!"

Below, the disciples of the Promise Gate saw youths of their own age, or even younger, fighting desperately against Sect’s ancestors. Their minds were hit by unprecedented shocks, shocks, horrors, low self-esteem... all kinds of complicated and inexplicable for a time Emotions flow in the heart.

Gradually, the disciples completely exploded.

"My God! Is he still a human?"

"I'm afraid that Ye Fei is an old monster. How can a normal person cultivate to the fourth Fifth Stage of the God Realm in just 21 years?

"Monster, this Ye Fei's talent is almost demon. From the beginning of the Sword Conference I thought he was the most Foundation Building Cultivation Base, and now he is fighting with the ancestors of the Fifth Stage of the Fifth Stage. He has completely subverted my cognition."

"As it should be!"

"No matter what, I still hope that the ancestors can kill this Ye Fei. Otherwise, according to the ferocity of this son, the Promise Gate will probably cause a catastrophe, and then none of us will be able to escape."

"Yeah, even our Wuji Sect Tianjiao big brother, who dares to shave his ears and cut his nose and goug his eyes, is indeed a cruel and reckless man. If he wins, the Wuji Sect may be difficult to exist."

"Sisi... this sword is really strong!"

On the other side, Wu Haiming and Nalanao were even more stunned on the spot, unable to speak for a long time. At this moment, there is no words to describe their complex moods, and they are probably just dumbfounded.

They couldn't think of it, that a younger generation had the strength to fight the demon god Zhao Qiankun. This is really terrifying!

It subverted their cognition.

At the same time, the two Spirit Powers that crazily collided and crushed completely came to an end at this moment. Zhao Qiankun’s long spear was hit by an oncoming sledgehammer, making it impossible for him to hold it, like a bolt of lightning. He flew out between his five fingers, smashing it down in a mountain forest, and rolling it over three pieces of soil, rock and dust.

In the next moment, Zhao Qiankun's face also showed an inexplicable look of horror. Although he had been guarded against the strength of this sword, he had never thought it would be so tough.

If Zhao Qiankun knew that this sword came from a master at the sword fairy level, all the suspicions in his heart would be replaced by panic, and all that remained in his heart was the fear of Death.

Flop!

In the next instant, the sword shadow flicked across, covering Zhao Qiankun's chest with a blood curtain. The cold and deep blade of the sword completely pierced the beating heart of the old Qiankun, and then came out.

Ye Fei held a sword blade in his hand, and his eyes were cold and said: "Zhao Qiankun, you have a fierce reputation in Xiangyun City. You have stepped on a sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, but... have you ever thought that you will have this?"

Zhao Qiankun lowered his head with the gray-haired old head, watching the bright red blood spilling out of his chest, his eyes showed unspeakable surprise. He really could not expect that his own end and retribution would fall on a 21-year-old young man. Body.

Immediately, Zhao Qiankun’s eyes showed a fierce madness again, his body rushed forward, his hands like eagle claws firmly grasped Ye Fei’s shoulders, and a burst of wild laughter shook the mountains and woods. : "Hahaha...Unexpectedly, I, Zhao Qiankun, the overbearing life, will end in this way. In that case, the kid, let you go down and be a company with the old man."

In the next instant, the Spirit Power in Zhao Qiankun's Qi Sea surged frantically, like a nuclear bomb that would explode at any time, full of extremely dangerous air.

He wanted to explode Qi Sea, eliminate the peerless enemy in front of him, and eliminate the future troubles of the Promise Gate forever.

In fact, Zhao Qiankun also had no choice. His life would be completely exhausted in an instant. At this critical moment, he couldn't let Ye Fei continue to crise to the existence of Promise Gate.

"It's just a dying struggle!"

After Ye Fei felt Zhao Qiankun’s paw prints on his shoulders and his violent Spirit Power, he guessed the other party’s intentions, but with this little method alone, he wanted to make the last fight. It was too underestimated. He Ye Fei.

Since he rushed to face this old monster, he naturally had quite a hole card.

The self-destruction of the cultivator is indeed dangerous.

But it may not be unbreakable!

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