Wu Po Jiuxiao

"This... this... what a quick trick!"

The effect of Hu Beng is to spread out the energy layer by layer. Even if Ye Fantian hit a blow, the energy in it took eight times in a row before being dispelled by the silver-faced man. .

"puff……!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from the silver-masked man's mouth.

Snapped……!

After a crisp sound, the mask on the opponent's face also slowly slipped off, and a mysterious face appeared in front of Ye Fantian.

Yin and Yang face!

This was the only thought that Ye Fantian had after seeing the other person's appearance. Two parts were perfectly presented on the other person's face, one part was as white as jade, but the other part was as red as fire.

"I... am I dreaming?"

The seventeen martial artists wearing bronze masks who rushed to see this scene suddenly shuddered in their hearts, and they couldn't help saying to themselves.

The silver-masked man and the others were not qualified to come into contact with them. Although their identities are all high-ranking existences, compared with this silver-masked man, they are not even a fart. After seeing the strength and means of this silver-faced man, they have already fully understood the terrifying degree of the Martial King class. The kind of powerful strength that can instantly play with a top-ranked martial arts master in the applause is not at all. They can resist.

In their eyes, this guy is a god, a god who cannot be provoked!

But now this 'god' was beaten to death by a boy who didn't look like a weak crown or even looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old?