"Humph!"

Hearing the sound of Ye Wei, he slammed out **** and firmly gripped the golden swordsman who came from the blast. He looked at Liu Yong and his eyes were cold and indifferent. ∑

"You ancient swordsmen dare to kill the Baihua sect disciples, dare to kill the wind and blood disciples, why don't I dare to kill your ancient swordsmen? Your life is life, our life is not life?" Ye Wei eyes cold, tone Sen Han, if his strength is not strong enough, at this moment, the colorful butterflies of the Baihuazong, and I am afraid that it has fallen.

"No, Ye Wei's strength is much stronger than imagined. Liu Yong's brother may not be his opponent!" Yang Yu saw Ye Wei sticking out two fingers, and blocked the magical power of Liu Yong. The pupil suddenly shrank, and quietly crushed the jade, requesting support.

"The peak of the middle of the emperor respects the level!" Liu Yong looked at the leaves of the golden swordsman with only two fingers, his face changed slightly, such as the same pot of cold water poured from the top of the head, the whole moment was awake from the rage come.

Although he did not come up with all his strength, but Ye Wei can easily block his own attack, apparently also the strongest of the peak of the emperor.

I am too underestimated Ye Wei!

"Hey!"

Ye Wei’s fingers rose on the purple flame, his fingers shook a little, and the golden sword suddenly collapsed. He looked at Liu Yong indifferently: “Since you want to kill me, you should be ready to be killed by me!”

Today's Ye Wei, when dealing with the enemy, will never be as merciful as before.

"Three thousand thunder!"

Ye Wei’s eyes are cold, and the majestic power suddenly rushes into the mark of the life, and countless gods walk, and the thunder riots. In an instant, the overwhelming thunder slammed into Liu Yong.

Thunder is like a curtain, the world is chilling!

"The heavenly intermediate supernatural power - the light star sword!" Liu Yong frowned. Looking at the thunder of the sky, his face showed an unprecedented dignified look. The hands are printed, and a light sword is presented in front of the body. It is divided into two and two, divided into four and four divided into eight, and eighty thousand light swords are transformed in the blink of an eye.

The sword is like the sea, and there is a faint star. There seems to be countless stars falling in the faint, and the star Jianguang collides with the thunder, and the **** for tat, mutual annihilation. Wonderful scenery, incredible, awesome, chilling.

"Liu Yong's brother's own speculative star sword Shentong has turned out to be a big deal. It seems that my worry is superfluous. Even if Ye Weina's kid has the peak of the emperor's battle, he can't be the opponent of Liu Yong's brother! "Yang Wei looked at the star-shaped sword, and there was an infinite confidence in his heart."

Soon, the star Jianguang overwhelmed the thunder. Jianguang pressed to the front of Ye Wei!

"Ha ha ha, Ye Wei, I am a long-term supernatural powerhouse created by my brother Liu Yong, you can compete against it? You can't help it!" See this scene. Yang Lan laughed loudly, as if he had seen the scene where Ye Wei was strangled by Jianguang.

Liu Yong’s mouth also showed a faint smile, and his own speculative star swordsmanship had already become a big success. Few of the strongest in the same series can't stop it!

"Three thousand thunder and magical powers. After all, it is only the high-level supernatural powers of the ground level, and the grades are too low. Even if they are all composed of special gods, the power can only be equivalent to the low-level supernatural powers of the heavens, and it is much weaker than the intermediate-level supernatural powers." Wei looked at the slowly-suppressed star Jianguang, his face remained the same, and the ancient well did not wave.

Ye Wei has created three magical powers, and the three thousand thundering magical powers are only the weakest supernatural powers. The Northern Ming Dynasty and the Shenpeng Shentong are all peerless supernatural powers.

Three thousand thundering gods can't stop Liu Yong's display of the heavenly intermediate supernatural powers is normal! However, Ye Wei still does not put Liu Yong in his eyes.

Stars Jianguang crushed the thunder, and broke into the air, pressing to Ye Wei, like a fierce beast with a big mouth opening, to swallow the leaves.

"Northern Wonders!"

Ye Wei gave a low voice, and the surface of the body suddenly appeared a circle of black-spotted star-shaped vortex. The star-shaped sword light fell on Ye Wei, as if the river was like a sea, all of them were swallowed by the black-spotted star vortex, and even a wave of fluctuations did not Spill, let alone hurt Ye Wei.

The flesh-and-mortar is more powerful than the ordinary supernatural powers. Ye Wei's own creation of the Northern Ming Dynasty is a magical supernatural power. The magical conception of the supernatural powers is the thrilling supernatural mindset of the 34th. This makes the Northern Wonders more powerful than ordinary magic.

Two years ago, Ye Wei’s exhibition of Bei Ming’s sacred magical powers could block the supernatural powers of the Emperor’s elite in the peak, not to mention the present!

Unless the three top-ranked emperors in the top of the emperor show their magical powers at the same time, it is impossible to break the defense of Ye Weibei, and this is still the case that Ye Wei is completely unstoppable and does not dodge.

After a while, the stars and swords were all dissipated. Liu Yong looked at Ye Wei, who was unscathed. The smile on his face was solidified, and the unbelievable incomprehensible horror was in his eyes!

"how is this possible!"

Liu Yong lost his voice and exclaimed, his voice trembled and his face was scared. If Ye Wei used his body to avoid the star Jianguang, he was barely acceptable, but Ye Wei did not move.

It’s so ridiculous that it’s hard to bear the attack of the sky-level intermediate-level magical star sword.

"No, it's impossible, it must be my eyes." Yang Lan, who was smiling with a smile on his face, looked at Ye Wei, who was slowly stepping out of the star Jianguang, suddenly stunned, as if he was caught. The neck, his face flushed, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't believe what happened in front of him.

Liu Yong, who has the mid-level emperor's respect for the emperor, and who has exhibited his own intermediate-level supernatural powers, can't hurt Ye Wei's hair, and Ye Wei's cultivation is only a ten-star god!

Even the first person of the ancient Jianzong youth, Wan Jiansheng can't do this. What does this mean? Explain that the potential of Ye Wei is more terrible than Wan Jiansheng.

It should be noted that Wan Jiansheng was the first of the last ten major Zongmen exchanges. He was not only the first person of the ancient Jianzong youth, but also the first person of the top ten Zongmen youth.

Now Ye Wei, the unnamed guy, has surpassed Wan Jiansheng, and his age is seven or eight years younger than Wan Jiansheng!

"go!"

Liu Yong turned and fled, without a trace of hesitation, extremely decisive, joking, his strongest means, even Ye Wei could not hurt a hair. Stay here again, maybe it will be killed by Ye Wei. The precious bones of the pure blood beasts are no more precious than their own lives.

Yang Lan only felt that the back of the ridge was cold and secretly glad. Fortunately, I have already crushed the jade, and the ancient swordsman will soon arrive, otherwise not only will not be pure blood and beasts, and even themselves may fall.

"I let you go?" Ye Wei glanced at the crazy escape of Liu Yong, behind the golden light wing slightly shocked, shuttle through the void, the figure swayed, and suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yong.

"嗤拉!"

The edge of the golden light wing is as sharp as a knife, and a sharp arc is drawn across the air. Passing through Liu Yong’s neck, the next moment, Liu Yong’s head flew out.

The peak of the emperor in the peak of the emperor, Liu Yong, fallen!

On the speed, after the creation of the Pengpeng supernatural power, Ye Wei can be compared with the ordinary superior emperor, and Liu Yong wants to escape in Ye Wei's eyelids. It is a dream!

"Liu Yong brother!"

Yang Lan’s face could no longer see a trace of blood, pale as gold paper, and at the last moment he was still glad that he had crushed the jade. Informed the ancient Jianzong strong, but now that he has seen the terrible speed of Ye Wei, he knows that he is afraid that he will not be able to reach the ancient swordsman.

The shadow of death shrouded in my heart, and Yang Lan’s legs trembled. Feeling weak, I want to escape, but it seems to be a big mountain. One step is not moving.

"Yang Yang, I have given you a chance. Unfortunately, you have not cherished it!" Ye Wei no expression glanced at the trembled Yang Lan, his tone of indifference. Just like mastering the death of life and death.

After the exhibition of Yanpeng Shentong, Ye Wei has a feeling of mastering everything, amazing speed, sharp golden wings, who wants to kill, a thought is enough!

"No, don't kill me, my ancient swordsman will soon arrive, kill me, you can't go, you don't waste time killing me, now hurry, still have time!" Yang Wei looked at the leaves Wei's cold eyes, eyes flustered, boundless fears shrouded his heart, and his voice became hoarse.

"How can you waste time killing you? You are too worthy of yourself. One thought is enough!" Ye Weixin thought, and the golden light wing behind him shook, and the shuttle was empty. The next moment, the golden light wing crossed the neck of Yang Lan.

"you!"

A blood line appeared on Yang’s neck, pointing to Ye Wei. Just saying a word, the whole person crashed into the ground, his head was separated from his body, and his blood was arrogant.

Ye Wei took up the magical powers, and the golden light wing gradually faded away, and then slowly walked to the front of the stunned enamel butterfly.

"The ancient Jianzong people should arrive soon, let's go." Ye Wei glanced at the end of the endless earth, slightly frowning, slightly incomprehensible, why Gu Jianzong sent so many people to the wilderness, if only It is for the pure blood and beast bones. Like Zhang Wangfu, it is enough to send a few strong people. Isn’t it necessary to be so fanciful?

"You really are Ye Wei? Isn't this a strong person who has changed his appearance and deliberately turned into a look of Ye Wei?" The sly butterfly looked at the boy in front of him, and the clear scorpion moved slightly and tried to ask.

Two years ago, Ye Wei’s combat power was only the level of the ordinary median emperor. Even if he learned the supernatural mind from the bones of pure blood and beasts, he created three thousand thundering magical powers, but the combat power is only the first-class median emperor. Just now, but in just two years, Ye Wei can instantly kill the top-ranking emperor, and this is incredible!

"If you change it!" Looking at the face of a serious butterfly, Ye Weilu smiled a little helplessly. Is it necessary for the peerless to pretend to be himself?

The strength of his own strength is so much, one is because of the combination of the power of the strange purple magic, and the second is because of the creation of two supernatural powers, the northern magical sacred magical meaning of the world is the 34th of the magical monument, the 鲲鹏神通It is the first in the name of the magical monument!

If you are a self-made three-door supernatural powers, if Liu Yong, who kills a middle-level emperor in the district, is very laborious, then what is the qualification of the gods in the mood of the North, and what is the qualification of the gods?

"You are such a monster. I really don't know how you cultivated. Wan Jiansheng, the first strongest recognized by the top ten sects, can't compare you."

The colorful butterfly knows that Ye Wei in front of him is Ye Wei, but it is just unbelievable.

"Let's go!" Ye Wei smiled uncontrollably. Two years ago, he did not qualify for comparison with Jian Wansheng, but now, Ye Wei does not put Wan Jiansheng in his eyes.

My own fusion of the purple magical demon, more powerful than the swordsman of Wan Jiansheng, his own creation of the North Ming Wan robbery, and the Peng Peng magical far more than the supernatural masters mastered by Wan Jiansheng.

Except for the lack of weapons in the hand, no matter which aspect, Wan Jiansheng is not qualified to compare with his present! (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!