Martial God Space

The middle-aged man with purple hair flew out with a fist, only to feel that the bones of the whole body were scattered.

He also did not think that Ye Xiwen's fist power would be so great.

In terms of physical training, it is also terrible!

For the real body repair, there is a concept of breaking the law. The heavens and the earth, any heavenly treasures, and the weapon of the gods are not as reliable as their own fists.

This has just been a fight, he has already reacted, he should not be his opponent, he has regretted the shot for the Ebuki Green Dragon, or regretted such a rash shot.

Originally, he did not want Ebony Qinglong to be obtained by other Tianzun, and he did not want other people to intervene.

However, it seems that it is miscalculated now. You should find someone else together so that you have a chance of winning.

But thinking about it at this time has no meaning at all, because Ye Xiwen’s next wave of attacks has been culled.

Flying high, Ye Xiwen trampled down, the longer it grew, it seemed to be a Taisho Mountain, and the trample stepped down.

"Hey!"

This purple-haired middle-aged man had no time to resist, and he was directly on the foot. The trampled body was torn apart, the bones were flying, and blood was splashing.

A sacred god, under the eyes of the public, was stepped apart.

"Good!"

In the Seven Great Cities, many emperors and Tianzun’s eyes are straight. Ming Ye Xiwen seems to be nothing more than the cultivation of the fifth world, but the strength he exerts will be the same as the fifth generation of the purple middle age. The man hangs.

Although it is also the fifth state, the fighting power between them is really too far.

"Hey, outsiders, you are deceiving too much!"

This purple-haired middle-aged man roared, his body was spreading, and he was horrified many times.

He was forced to the extreme, swayed in the eyes of the public, and accepted with his self-respect.

The origin of the purple-haired middle-aged man is burning. The horror method of spreading out makes the heavens and the earth collapse. It is not a good thing, not for the universe. The chaotic gas is boiling wildly, the horrible atmosphere is flowing, and the law is destroyed.

Fighting with all his strength, a flame beast flew out of his body, huge and fierce, coiled throughout the universe, rushing to Ye Xiwen.

This flame beast actually has the strength of heaven and above, and the huge body seems to fill the whole chaos. The infinite flame that erupted from him gave the whole chaos a boil.

The Tianzun in the Seven Great Walls also changed color. This level of offensive, even if they are afraid to think about it, is very difficult. Even the weaker emperor can feel the enchantment and formation of the Seven Great Walls. A terrible feeling of destroying the earth.

These emperors themselves are also powerful polarists, but still not in front of this huge force.

It’s going to be a battle, and everyone’s mind has come up with this statement, with the strength of Ye Xiwen. It is indeed enough to hang this purple-haired middle-aged man, because of this, so can not be delayed, only a battle to win.

In the face of this, almost the entire universe will be filled with flames and beasts. Ye Xiwen’s expression did not change at all. There was an endless golden light on his body, and a green dragon stepped on his feet, surrounded by a god. Gao Dawei shore, looking like it is the world of peace.

This purple-haired middle-aged man burned the strength of the source, which is ten times stronger than the original. But Ye Xiwen's breath also followed the huge explosion, which also increased many times.

"He can still improve? Can he actually improve?"

Many Tianzuns saw this scene, and they only felt that they were stunned. It was an impossible miracle.

Ye Xiwen actually can improve his strength, and unlike the purple-haired middle-aged man, he does not burn the source, but his own strength has reached such a horrible level, and it is almost impossible to find an enemy in the fifth place.

“Can someone really be strong in the fifth world?”

Many people just think incredible.

Strong!

Strong!

Strong!

Everyone also only felt that Ye Xiwen’s horrible atmosphere was unimaginable, and then he saw him punching out. It was a kind of lore, not a martial art, a supernatural power, or just relying on himself. The punch of the body's strength, the whole time and space are annihilated.

The fist directly slammed into the body of the flame beast, and the terrible punch burst in the body of the flame beast.

"Booming!"

Everyone seemed to see a series of explosions. The flame beast, which was originally powerful and incomprehensible, burst into the spot in such a punch. His powerful flame body exploded and then the whole image. It was a burst of fireworks.

In this fierce and terrifying collision, Ye Xiwen’s boxing strength has not been reduced, and he directly smashed into the middle-aged man of the purple hair. His body has just been blown up by Ye Xiwen, but now it is just recovering. It was once again hit.

In the strong collision, he lost and lost to Ye Xiwen, and then he only saw him flying out. The figure was like a meteor. I don’t know how many miles it has finally stopped. The bones of the chest have already Completely broken, the blood blasted between the heavens and the earth, and the eyebrows were rubbed by the fists, and the skull broke.

Even the public could see that his god, who had no physical protection, began to burn and was ignited by his fists.

"He is dying!"

Everyone looked stunned, Ye Xiwen was too strong, he was like a true god, and the situation was changing between the hands, the chaos was in the air, and Ye Xiwen’s arm was lifted up and turned into a sword. It seemed to be a sword. It seems to be the Emperor Sword, and it seems to be the collection of all the kendo patrols that Ye Xiwen had touched before, turning into a sword and standing down.

"Hey!"

This sword is like a big dragon. It cuts the chaos and bursts with a **** fog. This purple-haired middle-aged man was cut on the spot by a sword and was killed on the spot. His gods are burning.

Only this sword has the power to kill the gods, and it is easier and easier to destroy a world.

Chaos bursts, the gods flash, and only a scream of the purple-haired middle-aged man can be heard in the chaos.

The light of that sword exploded between the whole world, and there was no more dazzling presence in the whole chaos.

"Three strokes, before and after the addition of three strokes!" Many people took a breath of air, Ye Xiwen before and after is only spent three strokes, will be a fifth-level Tianzun to kill.

And everyone can see that this is not the limit of Ye Xiwen, but it is just a small test.

Because he has not burned the source, he has not mobilized all the strengths. Even so, it has already made the Tianzun have an unmatchable feeling. The emperor feels that there is a kind of dangerous danger in the end.

It was because Ye Xiwen killed the purple-haired middle-aged man too fast, and some of the indigenous masters who had planned to block Ye Xiwen’s seven imperial cities stopped.

Although the relationship between them may not be very good, but in the face of the outsiders, it is still more united, Ye Xiwen stifling their masters in the city, is also playing their faces, how to let them not shot.

But before they decide whether to take the shot, Ye Xiwen has already decided to fight, the kind of decisive battle, the terrible strength has already shocked them, and the heart can only give up the intention of the shot, who makes the purple hair The middle-aged man was so wasteful that even Ye Xiwen’s tricks could not stop.

However, they also understand that the real reason is not that the middle-aged man of Zifa is too wasteful, but that Ye Xiwen is too strong. Many of these real powerhouses have experienced the destruction of heaven and earth, but they have never seen it. Can you have such a terrible fifth heaven?

"Even if it is a physical repair, it is too far off the mark!"

This is their voice, and it is Ye Xiwen’s decisive shot that stopped their shots.

Killing this purple-haired middle-aged man, Ye Xiwen directly grabbed all his blood and then poured it into the world tree, urging the maturity of the whole world.

As long as the world's fruit is ripe, his strength will be firmly on the next level.

Although Ebuki Qinglong is good, it is a rare thing that has never been seen for thousands of years. It is impossible to see it at all. It is too precious. The world fruit is slightly worse, but it can be cultivated continuously. This is especially important for Ye Xiwen at present.

Ye Xiwen’s gaze is like two swords directly into the seven cities. In the seven cities, some people planned to shoot. Ye Xiwen perceive that some people locked the gods on him, so he will speed up the shot. Because he knows that he can't give those people a chance to shoot, otherwise he will be able to protect himself if he is sure, but it will also cause unnecessary trouble and confront the entire seven cities.

Now, with this purple-haired middle-aged man being killed, those people will naturally die down. There is no plan to intervene. People die like lights, trees fall, and no one wants to offend a powerful **** for a dead person. This is the nature of man.

There is still a competitive relationship between them, and it is not so good.

However, the moments of those people's minds locked in Ye Xiwen were also locked by him. Now it is only a warning to warn them that they are not allowed to shoot.

However, since the injury has been restored, Ye Xiwen intends to leave here as soon as possible and return to the epoch battlefield, so as not to have a long night dream.

At this time, a voice came from the seven cities.

"Dao You is really a good skill, but also ask the friends to come down!" (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net