How capable he has, because of this, he regrets his loneliness and wants to take the lead.

If we pull two people from the same Men, are the kung fu easily captured in ancient times? Why is this dilemma?

"boom!"

There was another loud noise. The middle-aged man could no longer stand. In front of Ye Fengsheng, who was dry-mouthed and murderous, he had no chance to fight back. He could only retreat in a hurry to avoid the sharp swords that were cut off immediately.

He has not wasted his time these years. Now he has this powerful force. Otherwise, he will turn into countless pieces of meat under Ye Fengsheng's sword.

Generally speaking, Kunlun monks are naturally a little higher than Ye Fengsheng. After all, the process of cultivation still attaches great importance to the accumulation of foundation and years. It is just because Ye Fengsheng's ancient skills are purer than those of the monks outside. Even at the same level, the Kunlun monk's realm is still a little higher than that of him. As long as he has not yet entered the Yuan Dynasty, he can be invincible and even master the qualification to take the initiative!

The dark sword body quickly unfolded around the water and golden light. As Ye Fengsheng's wrist turned, the air was torn apart again and again. The sword flower that split the earth quickly forced the Kunlun alchemist on the opposite side into a desperate situation.

In his eyes, there is a fierce point. He is a great monk who has practiced for many years. Even if the other party practices ancient family skills, he has not defeated him!

It was this idea that prompted him to condense his aura. After shaking his sleeve violently, he waved two auras to practice.

"Hmph~!"

It was precisely because of this hesitation in counterattack that Ye Fengsheng's sword edge cut off the training of these two spiritualities, and his strong skills fell on the shoulders of Kunlun monks.

With a sound of "Qila", two groups of passionate blood surged out of the shoulders of Kunlun monks with bad hearts. Due to the pain, the corners of his eyes twitched for a while. He quickly retreated, and the spirit in his body surged rapidly, prompting the granulation on the wound to regenerate rapidly.

"You are not Pei's person."

After slashing with one knife, Ye Fengsheng stopped, and the black sword in his hand disappeared in a flash. He bullied himself and raised his hand to hit some middle-aged men on the cheeks. These people were slow to react: "Who are you?" How did I know that I was a member of the ancient clan?"

The Kunlun monk who couldn't even hit his fist was creaking under Ye Fengsheng's fist.

This is obviously the younger generation, and they cannot even have their own grandchildren. How could they have such a profound realm?

"boom!"

Facing the air, Ye Fengsheng walked out of his big chamber, and in the cracks and the smoke-filled ground, he said coldly: "Tell me who you are!"

"I am a Kunlun monk, Yonghe!"

A mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth. The middle-aged man could not bear this physical strength.

The formula for clearing the heart runs very quickly in the body. Let the fish pass and escape faster. Ye Fengsheng always follows closely. Under the dark night sky, the chasing and escaping figure gradually approaches.

Due to Yutong and his long-term Taoist practice, the aura of his body was extremely surging. The aura suppression produced by Ye Fengsheng's practice of ancient skills only occurs when fighting each other. In the same situation, Yutong and him tried their best to fight against the undead and fled, which means Ye Fengsheng is willing to catch up with him, but cannot catch up with him for a while.

The whole body was filled with spirit. Yutong and Yaya ran away. He didn't know why Ye Fengsheng could see through his disguise behind him, but he knew that if he couldn't get rid of it, he would die here tonight.

"I see when you can escape!"

The black light in his hand flashed, and a sharp sword light mixed with watercolor and golden appeared in the sky. In the dark sky, a beam of dark light was lifted out, and it chased the fish in front of it straight.

The sword is not that powerful, it doesn't even bring much power, but it leaves its mark in the night sky.

I felt sharp fish bones and pupils behind me. I said in my heart, "No." I wanted to dodge, but I didn't want Ye Fengsheng to hold his left hand. The red dagger cut through the night sky and drew a bright red meteor mark. At the same time, Fishpas and his right arm fell from the sky, and blood gushed out.

Yutong and his body kept trembling. He gritted his teeth. Under the stimulation of the pain, his speed not only did not decrease, but instead accelerated.

Ye Feng lowered his head, looked at his drooping right arm, and a sneer was hanging on the corner of his mouth. When his spirit was surging, he quickly approached Yutong.

"Since you are here, what are you going to do?" Do you think you can escape?"

The distance between the two is about 10 meters. Yutong and his figure are a meal. The soul in his body is running wildly. The blood on the broken arm is unheard of. The momentum of his entire body suddenly rises to the peak. A face that was beaten and kicked by Ye Fengsheng is a little embarrassed. Now it is covered by holy light.

Ye Fengsheng stopped at the same time, his eyes becoming more cautious.

Since China joined the WTO, too many unexpected means have emerged. Whether it is a messy assassination or the wrong thing that idiots take the initiative to cause blood to others and hurt themselves in love at first sight, sometimes you Fengsheng can't find out who killed them. He is obviously the person who is calculated, but the result is that the criminal first destroys himself. Is there anything to say?

Of course, it is strange to say that we must guard against things we should guard against. Otherwise, Yutong will be hurt by this conspiracy. In the eyes of the Kunlun people, it is himself who suffers the losses!

When Yutong and the surging spirit in his body turned into a thunderbolt and entered Ye Fengsheng's ears, there was a hint of joking emotion on Ye Fengsheng's face. His hands were hanging between the sky and the earth, quietly waiting for Yutong and his surging spirit in his body to turn into countless flesh and blood bodies, and could see the huge thunderbolt like a giant python. Until these thunder sounds illuminated half of the sky, just like the whiteness of the day, I waved my hand.

When the momentum reached its peak, Yutong looked at him. Yutong waved his remaining arms in the air and said in a cold voice: "The sky thunder is foolproof!"

"boast!"

As soon as the words were finished, a golden hand stretched out from behind, the shape of the hand was a bit like glass. It easily destroyed those who were about to set out, as if they were going to destroy the world. It hit Utaha's back heavily, blew up his entire body and spirit, spitting out a lot of blood and countless internal organs.

"Is there anything wrong with thunder?"

If you haven't heard of it, Ye Fengsheng looked at Yutong. Yutong turned into a meteor and fell down, and glanced lightly. "I can still go in and out freely, even if there is no problem with thunder and fire. What's wrong with you when you hit thunder?"

As soon as the words came, his figure disappeared in the middle of the sky, and appeared before the dead Yutong and the earth.

This time, he was sure that Yutong was seriously injured. This empty palm was enough to break the bones of any monk living in Jie Danjing. Therefore, he did not shake the power in his hand in the end, but let it break itself, avoiding the explosion that destroyed the world. Otherwise, Yutong would not even be left behind. How could he survive like this?

The fingertips were surrounded by halos, and finally catalyzed into a colorless flame that leaped in the palm of his palm. Ye Fengsheng threw the gun into Yudaohe's body, picked up the old man holding the gun and flew back to the hotel.

After resting for a while, Ye Fengsheng passed by Tian Yu's team.

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Chapter completed!