Martial God Space

Although the middle-aged swordsman has been completely mad, but the only obscurity in his heart is that the obsession with the ghost tree has been deeply buried in the heart. Now, see the ghost tree was taken away by Ye Xiwen, suddenly The child is crazy.

"Hey!"

The illusion of the gods was simply blasted out by the mad middle-aged swordsman. He was screaming, and there were some cracks on his body. His body was very strong, and the ordinary attack could not hurt him. Know how terrible this mad middle-aged swordsman is.

"I can't stand it!"

The huge body of the magical gods flew out in the middle of the air, and a **** light shrouded him into it, directly into the Tianyuan mirror.

The middle-aged swordsman was completely mad and rushed toward Ye Xiwen.

However, Ye Xiwen's speed is only slow and slow, and the wing of the wind and thunder behind it unfolds instantly, just like the clouds of the sky, under the flash, it has already flown tens of thousands of miles away.

The middle-aged swordsman behind him was chasing after him. He didn't want to be willing to give up. He chased it up directly, and the swordsman spurred out. The void in a thousand miles was shaking sharply, like boiled water.

Keeping up with Ye Xiwen, but Ye Xiwen's speed is faster, his wind and thunder wing is fully deployed, unless it is the master who has entered the realm of Feng Wang, it is possible to completely catch up with him.

Slowly, the gap between the two sides has gradually opened up.

After the two sides chased three days and three nights, Ye Xiwen finally completely broke the crazy middle-aged swordsman.

At this time, the mana in Ye Xiwen has already consumed seven or eighty-eight. If there is no constant force to regenerate the phoenix, I am afraid that it has already been exhausted. After all, this speed is full, and the mana is consumed compared to the usual flight. I don't know how much bigger it is.

Ye Xiwen hid behind a piece of space fault, arranged a line of law, and converged all the breath. Although mana consumption is very serious, it is nothing, but in a short time, he has recovered more than half.

This time, he has to rush into the mid-term peak of the sage in one breath, and his cultivation will jump up. Unless he meets the master of the kingdom, he will not fear anyone.

It would take a long time for him to reach this step, unless he chooses to swallow the King of the Golden Dragon, which has not yet been fully planned. Otherwise, you can only slowly retreat.

This step has to be completed in his original plan, at least for a hundred years, and now it seems that it can be completely omitted for hundreds of years.

For others, the biggest problem of devouring ghosts is how to resist the suffocating of them. It is only necessary to refine and refine the suffocating gas. It takes only a few hundred years for it to be possible.

This is not a problem for Ye Xiwen. There is a clear-hearted tree for him to set his mind, he can do nothing.

In a chaotic space, Ye Xiwen swallowed the ghost fruit, in an instant. Infinitesimal elements poured into his body, turning into the power of the heavens, and scattered into his limbs.

The ghost tree is famous, but at most it can be condensed into thirty ghosts. It is impossible to condense more, and each ghost is very precious.

Of course, every ghost fruit is different. Because of the different existence of killing, the level of condensed ghosts is quite different.

Killing the higher level opponents absorbs the ghost fruit that the blood is condensed, the effect is more significant.

Just swallowed the ghost fruit, Ye Xiwen instantly felt that his mana was recovering at an alarming rate, almost instantly recovered to the peak, and his skill is still climbing at an alarming rate.

This feeling is dozens of times the speed of his retreat, and hundreds of times, still rising madly.

Because it is not necessary to break through a realm barrier, Ye Xiwen will not encounter any barriers at all, but constantly absorb the energy in the ghost fruit.

Time spent day by day, ghosts and fruit are swallowed one by one.

After a full ten days, Ye Xiwen squeezed a Neem in his hands, and the energy frenzy surrounding his body was instantly calmed down.

For a full ten days, he swallowed a ghost fruit in a day, and finally smoothly pushed his skill to the peak of the mid-sex.

But it is not so easy to go further. It is only a common step to cross this step. It is undoubtedly much easier to enter the sage, but at the same time, his strength has been stuck in the peak of the sage, almost It is said to be the strongest under the kingdom.

If there is only one step in the realm and no further strength, there is no point.

Every level of improvement is a rare sentiment and experience, and he does not want to waste.

Even, he still has a kind of wild vision. If he can lift his strength to the king who does not destroy the king in one breath, then it will be a scene of awkwardness.

Even so, this is not the case that Ye Xiwen can go further in a short period of time. Now I can only suppress this idea first. After these things are over, he will have time to slowly test.

Feng Wang is a realm, but also a watershed. It crosses the kingdom of the kingdom. It is the first-class figure in the world, and it is a character in the world.

In this imperial figure, the master of the king's realm is unmanageable. It is almost invincible. Once he can break his combat power beyond this limit, he will become the eighth in the hidden valley. The big man is no longer an insignificant figure.

However, he knows that this road is undoubtedly much more difficult than the normal sage’s peaks, but even so, it’s faster than trying to break into the sage’s peak. More trouble and less effort.

So Ye Xiwen finally chose this path.

"Ten days have passed, the red robe old blame should have arrived. I want to rush into the fighting power of the royal world. It is definitely impossible to do it by ordinary means. Only by virtue of this Power is only possible, this Wang Dan I have to get the hand, I am determined to win!" Ye Xiwen blinked his eyes, very firm, if there is no such thing as Wang Dan, he will definitely not choose Such a road that seems to have no success rate at all.

It’s just crazy.

This is his only chance.

"Swipe!"

Behind him, the wings of the wind and thunder spread out, and the figure instantly became a wind and thunder.

He just flew out of the hundreds of thousands of miles, and saw that there was a broken space everywhere, and some people were fighting fiercely.

He fixed his eyes and saw that he was an acquaintance. One side was the middle-aged swordsman who had been chasing Ye Xiwen before.

The other party, even a group of people like blood refining, is really old-fashioned.

Blood refining is the blood curse in the body of the follower Ye Xiwen, and the middle-aged swordsman is also looking for it little by little, persistently incomparable.

However, it is a pity that neither side found Ye Xiwen, and they collided on the spot. The blood refining and other people did not want to play against this middle-aged swordsman, but this middle-aged swordsman would not think so much. He had already been mad, and he would simply Blood refining and others became opponents and attacked.

Although there are many people in the blood refining, but their cultivation is nothing but similar to the red robe, but it is only the ordinary sages, but the middle-aged swordsman is comparable to those who are enchanting, although they have lost. The wisdom of the mind, unable to maximize the combat power, but a person who is also playing blood refining and other people suffering, and constantly retreat.

It’s just one person and one sword, but there is the power to break the world, and people are amazed.

"Damn, how can you meet him? Isn't that the most famous sword saint that was once more than 500,000 years ago?" The **** horse could not help but scream.

So many of them joined forces, but they were still defeated by the middle-aged swordsmen. They spread out and their faces were lost.

However, there is no way. At this time, he still has some luck in his heart. If this sword saint is still at the peak of hundreds of thousands of years ago, he has not even lost. At this time, they are afraid that they have already been killed. Compared with the existence of that level, the peak of the sage is simply the same gap between heaven and earth.

When those people even face the masters of the kingdom, they are not without any help. They are simply metamorphosis.

"The **** animal, even met this guy, is not rumored that he had fallen into the temple of ghosts hundreds of thousands of years ago, how can this suddenly appear?" Blood can not help but be extremely angry, seeing It is necessary to catch up with Ye Xiwen. According to his induction, it is only a few hundred thousand miles away. He will soon be able to arrive. Who knows that he has encountered such a madman, treating them as enemies and attacking them crazy. .

This time, the search for Ye Xiwen and the ghost tree has been completely ruined, and I don’t want to think about it.

They did not know that the ghost tree had been taken away by Ye Xiwen. Now it is already a hundred thousand miles away from the original place of the ghost tree. If you know it, you don’t know if you will live and die.

Compared with the anger and helplessness of a group of blood-smelting people, the middle-aged swordsman is much simpler, just keeps on killing, killing, killing, like a killing machine without self-awareness, in his mind. In the middle, it seems that only this option has been killed.

His eyes are red, and the world he sees is also reddish.

"This is a bit of a meaning!" Ye Xiwen sneered a little, if it was before, encountering these two people, fear is a big problem, and now, he can sit firmly on the side of the Diaoyutai, sit on both sides Strangled.

Even if anyone wins, he doesn't care. He just wants to try it. After his skill is further, how strong is it. (To be continued...)