Wu Po Jiuxiao

"break!"

The spear was erected, and the tip of the spear was straight. The next moment, Ye Fantian shouted angrily, and thunder and lightning circles burst out from Ye Fantian's body.

"Flame Divine Armor!"

Roar……

A terrifying fire dragon emanated from Ye Fantian's body amidst the mysterious chirping sound.

The eyes were full of divine light, and they stretched to a hundred meters in an instant.

With a movement of his fingers, a red flame surrounded his body, and at the next moment, Ye Fantian's body began to be completely enveloped as if his whole body was infused with a golden body.

Surrounded by vortexes and full of qi, Ye Fantian's finger trembled sharply like a sharp sword, and ripples in the space began to spread rapidly with the finger as the center.

"Ow..."

Like a tiger like a dragon, with a tearing sound, a golden-red liquid began to slide down from Ye Fantian's spine, and the next moment, a tail with clear lines appeared like this.

call……

The air flow spread violently at this moment, and many mysterious phantoms around were pushed out hundreds of meters by the air flow.

For the first time, the Yanyan Divine Armor appeared in front of the world.

The long tail transformed from the flame of the flame protruded abruptly, curling fiercely towards the back.

Pong...

Move the spear again!

laugh……

"Ow..."

A scream full of rage and madness was generated, but Ye Fantian shortened the distance again when he approached Rong Zhihao.

Rong Zhihao's eyes were wide open, and the battle in front of him had completely destroyed everything around him. If time could be turned back, he swore that he would never do such a thing that would make him regret his whole life. It's true, but it's impossible to turn back time. Now he is just looking forward to Ye Fantian's defeat, and the best one can die.

In this case, he may be able to escape this catastrophe, he has long since ignored the throne, as long as he is not dead, everything is good, everything is perfect and exciting...

But looking at Ye Fantian in front of him, he still couldn't help but shudder!

terrible!

Secret!

sacred!

Weird!

Many terms unexpectedly flashed in this Rong Zhihao's heart.

At this time, Ye Fantian's whole body was tightly surrounded by the fiery red armor, how mysterious the scales were, and the most terrifying thing was the constantly swinging tail behind him.

A pair of wings exuding purple light slowly unfolded. Seeing the appearance of the purple wings, even the face of the priest of fortune couldn't help showing a hint of greed, but it was just a normal reaction. Flickered and then faded away.

Bai Siyu's face was not calm. He had already made a high evaluation of Ye Fantian in this battle, but he found that he was still wrong. Ye Fantian in front of him was simply a monster. This endless means will not be the secret of the magic palace at all, but Ye Fantian can use it with ease.