Chapter 411: The Demonic Provocation

Although Ye Xiwen's realm is several steps worse than that of Young Master Feng, and his real strength is also a step worse, Ye Xiwen's golden body has narrowed the distance to some extent, and now Ye Xiwen is using the Tianyuan mirror After being integrated into the body, the defense immediately increased greatly, and the holy artifact protection was naturally extraordinary. He could let go of his hand to attack. Although it was difficult to hurt the late semi-sacred in the middle stage of the semi-sacred, Ye Xiwen was so easy to use. The attack is equivalent to dozens of mid-sacred mid-stage masters joining forces to attack. Even the semi-sacred late-stage masters have to avoid their edge. After Tianyuan Mirror was promoted to the holy artifact, Ye Xiwen's strength increased exponentially, at least those who only had five or six The semi-sacred warriors in the late stage of the Law of Hundred Paths have nothing to do with him. Even if Young Master Feng, who has condensed the Law of Seven Hundred Paths, is attacked by him and the blood slaves together, he is like a lost dog.

"Impossible!" Young Master Feng was horrified, and kept putting medicinal pills into his mouth, but Ye Xiwen and Xue Nu had already joined forces to attack. Xue Nu was created and controlled by Ye Xiwen, so naturally they had the same mind and cooperated with each other. tacit agreement.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Under the joint attack of Ye Xiwen and the blood slaves, Young Master Feng has become a sandbag. There is no way to resist, or even to keep up with the speed of the two people. The old man who looked at him saw that Young Master Feng was simply a sandbag being hit by golden light and blood again and again.

"stop!"

Those elders looked at this scene, and they were frightened, for fear that if Young Master Feng was directly killed, it would be bad.

"Bang!" Young Master Feng was blasted away again, and his bones had been broken several times. It was horrible to watch, and Young Master Feng's face was extremely hideous. The handsome face had already been beaten into a pig's head at this time, distorted by the hideous expression.

"You wait, I will never let you go!" Young Master Feng roared, a little reluctant, but he gritted his teeth again, took out a scroll directly from the space ring, and crushed it directly.

In an instant, in the void, it was as if a dark picture scroll was torn out of a huge portal, and a mysterious aura was wrapped around this huge portal.

Young Master Feng did not hesitate immediately. He went straight through the portal, and then the portal disappeared straight away.

Ye Xiwen was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Young Master Feng actually has a teleportation scroll on his body. No wonder he has a reluctant expression. You must know that only the masters of the holy realm can use their own energy to tear open the cracks in the space for a long time, but after the masters of the holy realm rush in, there is only a dead end, and only the masters of the great holy realm can set up. A teleportation array from one place to another,

This is something that only a leader in the Great Sacred Realm who has a good understanding of the formation can do. And if the place is far away, it may take dozens or hundreds of people to form an array together. The space together is a mysterious thing for everyone.

Making a teleportation scroll is something that even the top experts in the Great Holy Land can't do. Although I don't know how he got this teleportation scroll, it's no wonder that he looks so reluctant that his life is truly threatened. when. Who would be willing to use such a precious thing.

Ye Xiwen did not hesitate immediately, accepted the blood slave, and walked straight on the rainbow light. Behind him were the roars of the four late-stage Half-Saints who were about to arrive. Ye Xiwen knew it very well. With the blood slaves, two bullies Feng Gongzi one is still successful, if they are against four, it will definitely be more fortunate.

Ye Xiwen was extremely fast and disappeared from their sight in a short while, causing them to jump and curse, but there was no way to do it.

Hearing the scolding of the old guys behind him, Ye Xiwen laughed, and he was in a good mood. He avenged the arrow that was killed inexplicably in front of him, and also captured the core of a star. Ye Xiwen was in a good mood.

According to the defense indicated on the star map, go straight to Fenglong City.

This Wind Dragon City is also well-known in the vicinity. It is said that the entire city was built on the corpse of a dead giant wind dragon, but 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 owner has changed for several generations. Among them, ordinary people do not know how many times they have changed.

Ye Xiwen flew for another day before reaching this Wind Dragon City. This Wind Dragon City is like a city standing on a small island in the universe. In this quiet and dark universe, it looks unusual. special.

Just stopping for a while, there are many, many warriors coming in and out, most of them are warriors in the legendary realm, but there is no shortage of semi-holy realms at all, and you can see a few from time to time.

Even Ye Xiwen could see the disciples of Zhenwu Academy here, even the disciples of 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, and Ye Xiwen hurriedly received the news of Hua Menghan. Go to the ring in the center of the city.

This arena is very famous in Fenglong City, and people often place the arena on it to challenge all the masters in the city.

Although Wind Dragon City is only a city, its members come from the real martial arts world, and even masters from all over the chaotic world. Although the place is small, there are always various masters haunting it.

Therefore, some masters often appear in this arena.

Ye Xiwen rushed all the way to the ring, but saw two figures fighting each other on the ring, one of them was a man of about 30 years old, and the other was a boy of about 11 or 12 years old. He was unusually cute, but his face was full of tyrannical expressions.

Seeing Hua Menghan's trace in the crowd not far away, Ye Xiwen hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, "Senior sister!"

"Are you here? Are you alright!" Hua Menghan said with some concern.

"Of course it's fine!" Ye Xiwen told Hua Menghan about stealing Young Master Feng's star core.

"Senior sister, when we absorb that core, I'm afraid there will be another rapid improvement in our cultivation. By the way, why are you here!" Ye Xiwen asked with some doubts.

However, before Hua Menghan could answer, at this time another earth-shaking change took place in the arena.

Under the attack of the child, the man in his thirties was losing ground, and he had almost no place to stand.

"Boom!" The man in his thirties was slapped directly on the chest, his ribs were directly blown off, and his body flew out.

Ye Xiwen couldn't help but gasped. He could see that the eleven- or twelve-year-old child was not of a naturally short race, or that he had practiced some kind of exercise to make this happen. He was only eleven or twelve years old, but The strength is unbelievable, the middle-aged man is definitely the strength of the middle-stage half-sage, but it is not his opponent who was directly knocked off the stage by his palm.

Ye Xiwen couldn't help but be horrified that he was only in his teens, but he could have such strength.

"This Pang Yangbo is too strong, and another half-holy was defeated by him!"

"It's more than strong, it's simply a monster. It is said that he is only eleven years old. This talent can be ashamed of all the so-called geniuses. In front of him, there is no bullshit!"

"It's really maddening to compare people, how can there be so many geniuses in the world, how should people like us live!"

"Yes, the disciples of this generation in Xuanyuan Palace, no, if you go back hundreds of years, you may not find anyone who can compare with Pang Yangbo for thousands of years!"

"I can't see it, and it's not that mysterious. I heard that I have obtained a mysterious inheritance since I was a child. Otherwise, it would not have been so fast. Some people say that he is the reincarnation of an ancient great man, so his practice is very special. Fast, in terms of speed, it is unparalleled among the disciples of this generation!"

Ye Xiwen listened to everyone's discussion, and turned out to be a disciple of Xuanyuan Palace. This time Xuanyuan Palace really found a treasure.

The child Pang Yangbo shouted with a look of disdain on his face: "A disciple of the Zhenwu Academy, is this only so much? I am so disappointed, but it's all garbage, that Ye Xiwen, don't you dare to come out? I'll be in the ring for another three months, if any of you know him, just call me over and see if I won't blow him up!"

Ye Xiwen finally understood why Hua Menghan was here, this guy was actually here for his feelings.

Hearing Pang Yangbo's words, many disciples of Zhenwu Academy all looked indignant. In this Wind Dragon City, there are many disciples of Zhenwu Academy who are active here. Hearing these words, it is natural to be extremely indignant. .

And many disciples of Xuanyuan Temple around them were clamoring.

"Let that Ye Xiwen get out!"

"Have the ability to fight with real swords and real guns!"

Ye Xiwen thought to himself that among the disciples of their generation, they had not yet begun to contact each other. At most, it was only a contest between the various forces. His name should not be passed on to the Xuanyuan Palace, and these Xuanyuan Palace disciples were against him. Such hostility should be the last time Fan Ming was beheaded.

The battle between Ye Xiwen and Fan Ming should be regarded as the first collision between Zhenwu Academy and the top disciples of Xuanyuan Palace, but Fan Ming was killed by Ye Xiwen, and the people of Xuanyuan Palace would not be reconciled.