Martial God Space

This is a treasure that Ye Xiwen knows, and he can't help but be overwhelmed. This treasure is almost one of the most important treasures of the demon clan, just like the role and symbolism of the four treasures of the study on Confucianism.

But compared to the Four Treasures of the Study, the Zhao Yao streamer does not know how much he is forced.

Although it is only broken, but if it can be completely sacrificed, it is almost no less than his million.

Moreover, it is completely different from the Wan ** Pan. This is what he personally worshipped. It is not yet fully formed. By then, it will naturally be one with him. This is like the Tianyuan Mirror to Ye Xiwen.

The more he refines, the more violent Zhan Yan becomes, because he has already felt that the many years of the connection between himself and the enchanting streamer has suddenly broken apart, and it has been broken by something rough. .

He suddenly panicked. How could this be possible? He has been worshipping the demon streamers for thousands of years. It is impossible for him to be refined in such a short time, otherwise he will live on the dog for so many years.

But no matter what, his connection with Zhaoyinwa was indeed broken, and he could not sense the situation of Zhaoyinwa. Every time he tried to feel, he could feel a tremendous sigh of anger, coming directly. Into his mind, he did not dare to feel more.

His eyes were extremely cold. Since it was so, then only Ye Xiwen had been killed. After killing him, no matter how, the demon streamer would definitely return to his hands.

"Since you're going to die, don't blame me!" Zhan Yan coldly sneered, no matter how many monsters have been cluttered around, the endless fighting intentions rushed out, filled out, formed behind him. A huge phantom, that was his ancestor of the war holy family, war holy.

Divided the heavens and the earth, reversed the time, fell down with a palm, and the sky collapsed, and each finger was formed by the law of hundreds of millions of Dao, as if the sky dome was wrapped in, so that Ye Xiwen escaped unavoidably. .

Naturally, the strength of Zhan Yan is needless to say, arrogant and outrageous.

Ye Xiwen was motionless. On his palm, the beckoning streamer kept spinning and struggling constantly, trying to escape from Ye Xiwen's hand.

Ye Xiwen just cut off the connection between him and Zhan Yan. In fact, it is far from being refining and refining. Now it is in constant refining and refining.

There was a big shattering sound everywhere in his body, and the sky was under strong pressure, and there were cracks one after another, as if this piece of the world was really going to be destroyed.

And just at the moment of a thousand shots, a sword light appeared on the top of his head, rising from the sky, every pore of his was spitting out sword energy, and was frantically gathering into the sword light above his head. , Formed a giant sword, and fell hard.

"Boom!"

With a huge roar, Ye Xiwen's sword fell down, killing countless monsters all the way, and then fell into that big hand.

The big hand resisted desperately, but how could it resist Ye Xiwen's sword gas attack, and was directly exploded by the air.

This is Ye Xiwen's dominance of swordsmanship. At this time, Ye Xiwen has already been not limited to one move and attacked directly with his arrogant swordsmanship. Under the world, there is no more dominant swordsmanship than this.

How can the swordsmanship created by ordinary people be comparable to those created by the dominating emperor, even if it is not a level of existence at all.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this!" Zhan Yan was shocked, just this kind of suggestion broke his offensive. "I haven't seen this kind of swordsmanship, but it is really too strong!"

The phantom of the War Saint behind him, under the attack of this sword, actually burst apart alive.

"I was in the preliminary sacrifice just now. I didn't have time to ignore you. You still have a chance to escape. Now you want to escape. It's too late!" Ye Xiwen's eyes were shining brightly. He has not been able to exert the power of enchanting streamers, but it is enough for him to put the enchanting streamers into the Tianyuan mirror.

"Die to me!"

He stepped out in one step, directly across the barriers of layers of space, and instantly appeared in front of Zhan Yan. His terrifying sword spirit rushed to the sky, as if he wanted to pierce the heavens and the earth, directly like the big day in the sky. Connected together.

On Ye Xiwen's body, countless sword-mansions swept up and filled the world. The sword-mansions seemed to become a powerful master of swordsmanship, and they were practicing madly to prove the sword.

This is a world of kendo and a flourishing age of kendo.

The swords rushed into the sky and intertwined, just like the latitude and longitude between heaven and earth, and there was an infinite number of swords that swept out in an instant. These swords were not even cut down, just the remaining swords that spread out. , Actually, the defense on the body of War Yan has been shattered layer by layer.

Body protection gang gas does not have any effect at all, all collapse.

Then the swordman's sword fell slowly, and he should be completely slashed in one go, without giving him any chance of rebirth.

"It turned out to be the martial arts that dominate the emperor, no wonder you are so crazy!" Zhan Yan is not a waiter, although his age is still far from the legendary battle against the sky, but he has quickly guessed The origin of Ye Xiwen's swordsmanship.

The sword that ruled the emperor, that year, swept across the side, and the allied troops killed were frightened.

But he was not worried. On the contrary, he laughed aloud: "It is God's help, there are still people who can bring the martial arts of the emperor level to our door, and we should also be in the war!"

He said that a snow-white suit appeared on his body. This is the invincible and unrivaled knowledge that their family swept the world. Relying on this snow-white suit, his strength has grown madly. Compared with just now That said, it has grown a lot.

Ye Xiwen's sword intention fell down, and actually a large part of the sword intention leaked was absorbed into him by his suit, and then transformed into his strength, becoming more powerful.

Heaven and earth seem to have a gap. His snow-white suit absorbs all the energy between heaven and earth, and then injects into his body, which makes his whole body instantly sweeping the endless fighting intentions, sweeping Ye Xiwen's clothes. Blowing hunting.

"It's your pleasure to be able to force his armor out for so many years, you are the first one to be able to die under my armor!" Zhan Yan Leng Bingbing said with infinite power to instill, let The gas around him grew stronger and stronger.

Ye Xiwen looked at Zhan Yan's snow-white suit, and his face was also taken seriously. The mana of Zhan Yan's body was skyrocketing, but at this time his face was a bit pale, not like a living person, but like a ghost. general.

At this moment, he is the only god in heaven and earth, and is the master of everything in heaven and earth.

Ye Xiwen opened his eyes of salvation, and he clearly saw that the material of Zhan Yan's snow-white suit was not an ordinary material at all, but a small amount of time, maybe 100 billion or trillion. All of them are small worlds one by one.

A very splendid civilization has been practiced in these small worlds, and every attack on him will be absorbed by many worlds on the snow-white suit around him.

These worlds formed a snow-white suit, protected him, and completely blocked Ye Xiwen's offensive.

"It's my turn, Ye Xiwen, even if you had escaped before, now you dare to come back. If there is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no hell. You come in and find death!" Zhan Yan furious, his hands suddenly As soon as it was torn, he used both hands as a hand knife and thrust it into Ye Xiwen's body.

"This suit is somewhat interesting!" Ye Xiwen raised his hand and punched.

As soon as his fist came out, the world was bursting, covering the sky.

"It's up to you and you want to stop me, and die for me today!" At this time, Zhan Yan was breathing with rage and anger, and his palm suddenly changed into a terrible stern school.

This blow was really like a crack, the gods and ghosts did not give Ye Xiwen any time to escape, and immediately split on Ye Xiwen's head.

"when!"

With a loud noise, behind Ye Xiwen, the wings of the demon suddenly stretched out, protecting him into it, resisting the overwhelming blow.

However, when Ye Xiwen was separated again, he saw that the surrounding environment had completely changed into a huge battlefield. This is the god kingdom created by Zhan Yan, and this piece of god kingdom is the aggregation of his martial will.

There were shouts of killing everywhere. It was the battle he had experienced in those years. He condensed these memories into these battlefields. Although they are different from the orthodox gods, this is the power of their secret method of fighting the Holy Family. endless.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Countless shouts of killing sounded like breaking through the sky, countless lances stabbed from all directions, and Ye Xiwen was alive as a hedgehog.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

These spears seem to be just the environment, but when they were stabped, they were true, not fake, but these spears could not get close to Ye Xiwen's body at all, and they were all blocked by the bloody light curtain hanging from the Tianyuan mirror. Not at all.

Ye Xiwen sneered: "Only to this extent? Where did the force that attacked me in the first place go, or to say, you can only raid like this at all?"

Ye Xiwen looked at Zhan Yan who was above him, and said sarcastically.

Zhan Yan's face was blue, but his strength was gathering, turning into an astonishing fighting spirit, and he fell down.

"Big talk, die for me!"

The boundless force suddenly fell down.