Wu Po Jiuxiao

The air between heaven and earth has come to a standstill.

The wind has stopped!

The sound stopped!

Everything stopped at this moment!

Bai Bingyan's beautiful eyes were wide open, and the expression on her pretty face became dull. She couldn't believe that Zhuge Mingjing was pierced just because of her own words?

If it wasn't for her, it would be impossible for Zhuge Mingjing to be pierced!

"When fighting...we are the enemy, the enemy! Go to hell!"

In the ferocious and sharp voice, Yi Jianhao once again raised the Split Light Lve Shadow Sword in his hand!

"Boy... you are courting death!"

The rolling sound rolled down from the sky, just like the voice of the king of the gods turned into supreme coercion and poured down.

White hair like snow, eyes like blood!

The scarlet light radiated into two sharp swords!

The purple wings flapped constantly, making the whole space tremble.

Ye Fantian - angry!

In front of his own face, this swordsman made such a move, which was already beyond his tolerance, and if it wasn't because Zhuge Mingjing stopped, the one who fell to the ground would be that swordsman.

At this moment, the world changed drastically again!

"Get out of here!"

With a roar, Ye Fantian moved his fingers, and a majestic aura hit the opponent's body hard.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood poured down, and a strong martial artist was defeated by Ye Fantian and seriously injured!

"You want to stop me too?"

Ye Fantian stared at the Baibing Wujun behind him with a bad expression and said with a sneer.

The finger just now was enough to penetrate the sword hero's body, but it was blocked by a sword energy. The shot was so fast, and there was no one who could stop him except the Hundred Soldiers Martial Lord behind him.

"No... I didn't intend to stop you, but the problem now is that you should see how your brother is doing."

"Is it the ancestor?"

"It turned out to be the ancestor?"

"Why is the ancestor here?"

"He's been here all this time."

Shouts of surprise kept coming out of everyone's mouths.

But soon they were surprised to find that the high-ranking ancestor in their hearts was whispering to a boy who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and from that gesture, it seemed that the boy was treating him with respect. The old ancestors didn't pay any attention at all?

"Who is this kid?"

"There is a flying feather behind it?"

"What a horrible guy."

"It's him? White hair, blood eyes...it's that white-haired Demon Lord!"

"The youngest young Martial Lord in history? Is it the white-haired Demon Lord?"

"Really him?"

Ye Fantian stared at the Hundred Soldiers Martial Lord coldly, and even the Hundred Soldiers Martial Lord couldn't help muttering in his heart with an astonishing evil spirit.