Wu Po Jiuxiao

What kind of strength and what an astonishing effect this is.

"call……"

Ye Fantian took a slight breath again.

The true energy on his body slowly returned, and the 4000-year true energy given to him by the Bone Demon Venerable in his body was absorbed again in this battle, and the amount of true energy absorbed by this word was close to half. .

I believe that as long as it is absorbed again, Ye Fantian is sure to enter the top-grade cultivation base of the Martial Lord level.

"Did you win?"

Bai Aoqing couldn't help but said softly.

Bai Siyu nodded slightly, but her mind became clearer about Ye Fantian's killing of the Demon Emperor Chuantian.

This kind of trick is enough to compare with the blow of a top-ranking powerhouse at the Martial Emperor level.

And it may even be more violent. Under the suppression of the demon eye that day, it is not impossible for the blowing demon emperor to die.

"What a terrifying strength, what a terrifying martial skill..."

Chi Huang said in a trembling voice that couldn't hold back.

Ye Fantian glanced at Nangong Meng again, with a faint smile on his face.

Looking at that pretty face, Nangong Meng's pretty face also revealed a sweet face.

"Mine... this woman is mine!"

Suddenly, a sound mixed with madness and roar came from the step-by-step stage, and a terrifying force suddenly burst out from Situ Shaoyu's body.

The opponent's eyes were full of madness, and the slightly flushed light was as evil as Shura's demon.

As the young patriarch of a generation of sects, he wants to be as wind as wind as he is raining as rain is as rain as rain. Even if he likes the body of a woman like Nangong Meng, she is still his.

Originally, as soon as today is over, I can enjoy the other party's beautiful flesh beautifully, and no one dares to intervene even if it is arbitrarily trained or ravaged.

But now it has been completely destroyed by Ye Fantian, how can this be accepted by Situ Shaoyu who has always been like this, how can he accept it! !

He is crazy!Even crazy!

"What I can't get, no matter how powerful you are, I won't let you get it."

"not good!"

Ye Fantian's expression couldn't help but change.

"what are you going to do?"

Aunt Qing, who was beside Nangong Meng, couldn't help but change slightly, she scolded, and waved her snow-white jade palm quickly.

"Go away, my young suzerain... Although the old woman said that you are a bit older, but this young suzerain still has a lot of feelings for you, and the beautiful woman who still has a charm is also very good at training... But now I don't have time to play with you, get out!"

Some teasing words came out of Situ Shaoyu's mouth, and while he was speaking, he slapped Nangong Meng's tender body fiercely.

Situ Shaoyu, who already has the level of a great martial artist, has such a powerful palm, especially a palm that contains hatred. The power of this palm bursts out suddenly, without the slightest hesitation at all.