“Oh! It’s interesting, it actually hides some of their strengths.” Jinfeng’s sons distinguish their strengths based on what they have seen and heard. For example, Yin Mozong and Clear Water Lingzong teamed up to kill the holy snake elder. This scene He was seen by the holy snake who passed the letter and told him that as for Ye Chen, he was only equivalent to an ordinary Spiritual Sea Realm expert, and he was not very outstanding. no.
Looking from side to side, Saint Son Jinfeng said, “The two who killed Elder Holy Snake will be handed over to you. It should be no problem!”
“Don’t worry, Holy Son, I, Sang Qing, will make them come and go.”
The left-handed sacrificial elder had a sneer on his face. The Holy Son of Jinfeng was the Holy Son of the Bōlan Holy Clan. His talent and Wuxian were no match for him. His potential was huge, and he could not compare with him. Therefore, in terms of strength, although he Not as inferior as Jinfeng Saint Son, but in terms of identity, it is a lot worse. Within the clan, Saint Son and Saint Daughter are generally only under the patriarch and have a noble status.
“My Boyan will definitely kill them too.” The sacrificial elder in his right hand stared at the Clear Water Spirit Sect.
Golden Wind Saint nodded halfway, “Very good, let’s do it!”
Hearing that, the sacrificial elder named Sang Qing rushed towards the Yin Demon Sect. With a move of his mind, a pair of invisible and tangible mind armor condensed on his body. He held a silver shield in his left hand and a three-pointed pole in his right. The two-edged spear, although the underground humans do not practice True Essence, but because of the fact that they also practice body training exercises, one has a strong body and runs as fast as thunder, like an ancient mammoth rushing towards each other at full speed.
“I don’t know whether to live or die!” Yin Mozong’s right hand tightened, and a four-foot-long machete appeared in his hand. The back of the machete was thick and thin, and the blade was long and narrow. With the right hand of Yīn Mozong, a cold light flashed. After passing away, the air was immediately cut open, as smooth as nothing.
Ding!
The two met for the first time and were evenly matched.
“Your opponent is me.” Seeing Sang Qing and Yin Mozong move their hands, Boyan is unwilling to be left behind, his hands are like pulling out a net, dancing phantoms. Lingzong, layer after layer, is strict.
Clear Water Lingzong’s eyes narrowed, and the big jade spiral, driven by the will of martial arts, unfolded, guarding himself in the center, and letting the net of thoughts wrap him.
As for what other people have been fighting for a long time, it’s just that in comparison, underground humans have an absolute advantage. In long-distance attacks, the thoughts of underground humans are very important, and the thrown spears can easily penetrate the star realm. The strength of the human body, the physical strength of the underground human beings in close range combat is not comparable to the powerhouse of the star realm, like a humanoid monster, powerful, but the people from the outside world are not useless, in terms of combat skills, Underground humans can’t catch up with horses, and the two are not on the same level at all.
Murong Qingcheng’s opponents are three underground human beings. These three people are different from other underground human beings. They are not in a hurry to take Murong Qingcheng’s life. They seem to have some plan. Will increase all aspects of quality, but in the face of invisible and qualitative thoughts, there is no quick solution for a while.
“It is your honor to be able to die in my hands.” Saint Son Jinfeng walked towards Ye Chen step by step with a very relaxed expression. In his opinion, dealing with Ye Chen in person is already overkill. Anyway, it’s idle and boring, so why not have some fun.
Ye Chen can’t understand the other party’s words, but it doesn’t mean that he can’t see the other party’s underestimate. The breath permeated all around.
Golden Wind Saint Son smiled coldly, and suddenly raised his hand.
Pfft!
The invisible blade of thought rubbed Ye Chen’s neck, creating a nearly 100-meter-long crack on the mountain. As for why it didn’t hit, it wasn’t because of the mercy of the Golden Wind Saint, it was because Ye Chen was the first one at a critical moment. Partial, dangerous and dangerous to avoid the attack.
“Not bad.”
The Umbrella Wind pursed his lips.
“You also take my sword.”
Ye Chen didn’t care whether the other party understood his own words or not, the sword of destruction instantly unsheathed and swiped from bottom to top, the sword light flourished.
Lou Long!
Golden Wind Holy Son underestimated Ye Chen, he didn’t expect Ye Chen’s sword to be so fast, so unexpected, he had no time to dodge, he had to arrange an indestructible barrier in front of him, and it quickly thickened widen.
The invisible sword light condensed by the sword of destruction and the thought barrier impacted together. The ground began to collapse and crack, and the surrounding broken trees shattered into pieces and turned into fly ash. After taking a dozen steps back, the Sword Intent Impact was resolved.
With a wave of his palm, Saint Son Jinfeng glanced at his left shoulder, where a piece of golden fur was shaved off, and the fine hair fluttered in front of him, his face very ugly.
“Very good, you finally got me interested, I don’t know what to do next, how can you stop it?” The Golden Wind Holy Son’s expression was a little dignified, Ye Chen was not as easy to solve as he imagined, of course, He hasn’t regarded Ye Chen as a rival, just a little more serious.
“Golden Storm!”
The Holy Son of the Golden Wind opened his mouth to drink, and the air in front of him was immediately expelled, and the blades of the mind shot out randomly like a violent storm.
Ding ding!
The metal explosion sounded, and Ye Chen struck the blade of the lacquer with one sword after another. Because the speed of the sword was too fast, it gave people the feeling that there were three or four swords. In fact, ~IndoMTL.com~ He made at least seventeen swords, each of which would sever a straight line of thought blades.
“Fuck nose, give me death!”
The soil under his feet collapsed, and the Golden Wind Holy Son took a step forward. With this step, more thought blades formed, and centered on one point, spinning wildly, creating a composition composed of thought blades The front end of the tornado is conical, and the high-speed impact hits Ye Chen.
“Tian Leiqi!”
Holding the Destruction Sword in both hands, Ye Chen used the Destruction Sword Intent to push out the best and sharpest Tianleiqi, and swung out the sword, as if the sky and the earth were torn apart, and the horizontal tornado composed of the blade of Intent was split from it. Divided into two, the attack of the Golden Wind Saint was a complete failure.
“Impossible, how could his sword intent be so strong?” Saint Son Jinfeng finally changed his mind. In the Holy Clan of Bōlan, he had already mastered martial arts a year ago. The will is equivalent to the great power of the spirit sea in the outside world, and after the will is used and turned into a mind, the attack is multiplied several times. It is definitely not inferior to the master-level martial arts will. , The opponent’s sword intent is a grandmaster-level sword intent. It is unbelievable that he has a grandmaster-level sword intent in his twenties. At least in the history of the underground world, such people rarely appear. @.