Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Damn!"

Bai Siyu's face changed slightly, her body moved quickly, a pair of mysterious wings spread out behind her, and the flying technique was formed.

That figure came out from this Martial King-level powerhouse, it was clearly a master hidden in it, but this person Bai Siyu just happened to recognize the other party's aura!

"Bing Juner dare to offend my master!"

"Who are you?!"

There was a soft cry, and then the terrifying frost spread rapidly, and then a figure in white fled crazily towards the distance:

"Hmph...my mission has been completed...Ye Fantian...seeing his woman die in front of him, this is just a lesson for you, offending Mr. Zhantian, your sin is unforgivable..."

The sound went from near to far, and disappeared in an instant...

But his goal has been achieved!

whoosh...

Ye Fantian didn't have the time to chase him, and the place had been hidden here for such a long time before making a move. This was obviously a guy who had planned for a long time.

"Hahaha... die, die!"

Situ Shaoyu, who hit him hard with a palm, obviously didn't intend to stop there, so the Gang Qi from another palm began to fill up, frantically hitting Nangong Meng's comatose body.

"Shaoyu stop!"

Situ Disha's complexion has changed wildly. He never expected his son to be so bold. Now the entire Batian Sect has been completely destroyed by half. Patriarch Laoyue is dead, Situ Wudi is dead, Both of the two Martial Lord-level powerhouses died, and now their Batianzong is completely finished, at least there is no possibility of turning over in the millennium.

And Ye Fantian is a terrifying guy who can't be offended. God knows whether his son has eaten shit or lost his mind, and he chose to kill Ye Fantian's favorite woman at this time!

"roll……!"

The sound of thunder exploded, and Ye Fantian's fist had already slammed across a distance of a thousand meters.

Pong...

Ye Fantian's opponent, a martial artist who has not even achieved three-point martial arts, was immediately sent flying by a punch.

"It's over... it's over..."

Tian Zhiyu's and Bai Aoqing's hearts tightened, and then they rushed over quickly.

At this time, Ye Fantian didn't care about tearing this guy apart, he quickly picked up Nangong Meng, and then called out softly.

The delicate body of the stunning beauty is still soft, but her breath is no longer as stable as before, and has become chaotic, quite chaotic.

Nangong Meng's strength itself is not Situ Shaoyu's opponent, let alone being forcibly captured by the opponent, attacking him in a sneak attack.

The qi on the body did not produce the slightest defense at all, and directly caught up with the opponent's attack. No matter how powerful the physical body was, it was of no avail.

"Meng'er...Meng'er, wake up, wake up..."

Looking at Yi Ren in his arms, Ye Fantian's self-blame began to become heavier.

"Cough cough cough..."