Wu Po Jiuxiao

Just as the word 'Roll' was uttered, a figure exuding scorching air and energy suddenly fell down from the midair amidst the incredulous eyes of everyone.

The wings on the back flickered wildly, but he couldn't control his falling body, and even as the speed of the fall continued to increase, the sharp energy around him continued to attack the opponent.

Peng...!

"Go away for this king!"

Donggong Taiyi, whose complexion changed drastically, roared loudly.

The fire flow on his body was like a raging river crashing on the shore, and his true energy continued to evolve crazily. Blossoming scorching sparks began to shoot out from his back continuously, and with the terrifying impact, Immediately, the wings on the back made an ear-piercing rubbing sound, and in the constant astonishment and changing eyes of the crowd, Donggong Taiyi's body finally managed to fly in midair.

hum...

The spear is still so domineering, Ye Fantian stared at the other party with a sneer, and then said to the gloomy Donggong Taiyi with a cold smile:

"Rely on the old and sell the old, thief, do you still think you can teach me a lesson?"

Feeling a burst of qi and blood boiling on his body, Donggong Taiyi's palm was slightly hidden in the sleeve of the robe, and a wisp of scarlet floated out, but the next moment he recovered, but the surprise in his heart could not be concealed. On his face, Ye Fantian's true energy was too sharp.

Yes, sharp!

At the beginning, Donggong Taiyi didn't pay much attention to Ye Fantian, because no matter how terrifying the other party was, he couldn't compare with his level.

Martial King level is not a level that ordinary people can imagine. It is different from Great Martial Artist level and below. This is a terrible change from body and even energy to qualitative change.

The astonishing blessing of speed, the extraordinary level of energy, and even the multiplication of cultivation speed and attack are beyond the guesswork of ordinary people.

But Ye Fantian in front of him completely broke this strict restriction.

"This little bastard has a speed no less than mine. Damn bastard, how did he cultivate? He is obviously only at the level of a great martial artist at most, but why can he reach this level? My attack seems to be a long time ago. I already know it, so that even if I want to try to attack forward, but I still can't change the opponent's trajectory, could it be that he has seen through my thoughts?"

Soon Donggong Taiyi threw away such absurd thoughts in his heart, and then smiled coldly at Ye Fantian:

"Really? Although the speed is good, but if you don't become King Wu, you will end up as an ant. In my eyes, you are just a relatively tenacious ant."

In that sneer, Donggong Taiyi suddenly punched Ye Fantian in the air.

With a punch, a sunken arc appeared in the forced space, just like a layer of balloon that was squeezed down.