Martial God Space

At the level he could reach, he originally thought that Uncle Ye was just a powerful god, and he was also a great god. This was already the highest estimate in his heart, no matter what level of god, it was already far away. More powerful than he imagined.

But now he has discovered that Uncle Ye in his memory is not a god at all. It can be said that he completely surpasses countless people and is an emperor who has long lived and is desperate.

That kind of power, even the ordinary emperor, can be compared!

With his vision and strength, of course, he still can't tell the strength between this emperor and the emperor, but he can also see that the imperial creature beast that was killed by Uncle Ye's pestle must be better than Ye uncle.

The middle-aged man who appeared suddenly now may be Uncle Ye's rival. In his heart, Ye Xiwen was close enough to his elders to be close to his parents. He could not worry.

It’s just that even if he is worried, he has no way at all. Originally he was very interested in Ye Xiwen’s affairs, but Ye Xiwen always kept silent, he was still a little incomprehensible, and now he understands it completely, it’s not that Ye Xiwen doesn’t say it, but He is simply not qualified to participate, even if it is only heard, it is also a great thing for him.

The secret stories between emperors and emperors are no different from listening to myths.

However, he finally understood it in his heart. What kind of adventure was this, but not everyone can be guided by the emperor from an early age. He carefully recalled Ye Xiwen’s many teachings. Originally, he only said these words because he trusted Ye Xiwen very much. Write it down, but now I found that this is not enough. The emperor's teachings, no matter how simple, must be truth.

If all the teachings can be absorbed and digested, together with the set of burial techniques he has cultivated, the future will be limitless.

Above the sky, Ye Xiwen just stood still, looking at the Spirit Emperor in front of him, with an extremely dangerous feeling on his body.

Pan Tianzunzun's masters are like a cloud, and he can even face up to the God of Fortune, it can be imagined.

Many things can be imagined when Emperor Ling can become a general under Emperor Pantian in such a master-like environment.

"Emperor Ling!"

Ye Xiwen slowly spit out these two words.

"Your performance is very good, and the future is unlimited, but it's a pity. Just now the Emperor informed me and let me take your life. You are also very good. It can make people like the Emperor remember to cut you off. Kill!" Emperor Ling just looked at Ye Xiwen lightly. For killing Ye Xiwen, it seemed that he was very stable.

The emperor's nine realms, each realm is like going to heaven, and the cultivation of his eighth realm is enough to suppress the seventh realm.

"Really? I don't think it's an honor!" Ye Xiwen said with a sneer.

"The Night Emperor wants to kill you, but I don't have to kill you. Now the Lord is back. It is at the time of employment that your strength is good. If you are willing to surrender, I will spare you!"

The Emperor Ling said in an unquestionable tone that there was even a way he said that it was to give Ye Xiwen a face and look good for him.

Ye Xiwen turned a deaf ear. At this time, the sky was already stained with blood, and there were fierce battles everywhere, roaring roars everywhere, corpses falling one by one from the void, and I didn’t know how many died. In the year, they are super masters above the gods, and those below the gods are not called because they are useless. All of them add up, and even the emperor’s single blow cannot be stopped.

In the eyes of high-level officials, they are also considered to be civilians. After all, they can't be considered anything.

Longevity, immortality, Divine Lord, Divine King, Quasi-Emperor, top masters of various levels have fallen.

"Kill!"

Above the sky, above the earth, blood flows everywhere.

For many emperors, this kind of scene is even difficult to change their faces.

"Emperor Wu, hold him for a while and wait for me to turn on the ancient battlefield and drive him out!" Suddenly, Ye Xiwen's mind heard the voice of Butterfly Emperor in secret.

Butterfly Emperor's originally unhurried voice was actually a little more anxious.

Because he is very clear, Stormwind City is broken by half when the enchantment is broken. If the Emperor of the Eighth Realm is allowed to kill with impunity, then Stormwind City can't really hold it.

The Warlord is not here, the top combat power of Stormwind City is vacant, and the support from other places will not be able to catch up in a while, even if there are ninth realm masters, because they are all sent to monitor the top of the stormy waters. Master.

"I understand!"

Ye Xiwen said in a similar voice.

At this time, there is really no other way, only to force the Emperor Ling drag.

"It seems that you are toasting and not eating fines!"

The Emperor Ling's expression became more and more indifferent. From his point of view, this was to give him a way to live. He didn't even want to, so he was looking for his own way.

"I wanted to spare you a life. It seems that you really want to find your own way and die with Stormwind City, then I will complete you!"

Ling Huang said that he finally moved, and his figure flew out in an instant.

fast!

fast!

fast!

In an instant, that terrifying force had already rushed to Ye Xiwen, and behind him a vision emerged. Tens of thousands of Shura battlefields formed instantly, turning into a terrible attack, directly towards Ye Xiwen Here comes the bombardment.

Ye Xiwen was also unwilling to show his weakness. On his body, the robe of time evolved directly, transformed into the Kingdom of Time, and guarded him in it. At the same time, on top of his head, Emperor Wudi's ink swirled steadily up and down. The ups and downs of which constantly erupted among them were three thousand martial arts. These three thousand martial arts constantly slaughtered the creatures in the outer land, and where they passed, a sea of ​​corpse blood was formed directly.

"Six reincarnation punches!"

Ye Xiwen blasted out with one punch, and the terrible six-strength force seemed to evolve into a universe on top of his fist, with the power of the universe in it.

"Boom!"

Ye Xiwen directly punched into the thousands of Shura battlefields. He didn't know how many Shura battlefields he broke, but at the same time more Shura battlefields were born.

In this piece of Shura battlefield, the spirit emperor is like the god of war of the Gedai, dominating everything. This spirit emperor's practice is actually the law of the battlefield. Above this killing battlefield, his strength will be further improved. The improvement of combat effectiveness has been maximized.

"Boom!"

Ye Xiwen's six reincarnation punches constantly strangled these Shura battlefields, and these Shura battlefields were not constantly strangling the power of six reincarnation punches.

In just a short time, as if the two big worlds collided together in the sky, the terrible scene of extinction was almost everywhere.

The shock wave that spread out instantly annihilated some of the follow-up troops on both sides, and directly swept out a large area of ​​no man's land.

The armies of both sides immediately retreated, and did not dare to approach this amazing battlefield.

It is really terrible, even if only the shock wave is enough to kill them, even the ordinary emperor can get shocked by the shock wave.

Then they bypassed the two of them and killed them together again. There were bloody killings everywhere, and there was blood rain in the world, watching the cruelty of the past.

And at this time, the contest between Ye Xiwen and the Emperor of the Spirit Emperor finally seemed to be the winner. Ye Xiwen’s six-round reincarnation punches were not swallowed, and Ye Xiwen fell away from the endless one. The area crushed by the Shura battlefield.

In the battle of the Emperor of the Spirit, it fell down, but it did not suffer.

"Huh?" Ling Huang's brow frowned, and there seemed to be some unbelievable looks in his eyes. His victory was taken for granted. His skill was far above that of Ye Xiwen, who had just broken through the seventh realm.

But it only took the upper hand, but it didn't. Ye Xiwen was really hurt, which surprised him the most.

Has he tried his best just now, only he knows best, it is impossible to get nothing from the last emperor of the seventh realm.

This Ye Xiwen really has a weird, completely different from the other Seventh Realm, it is no wonder that big figures like the Night Emperor must be sure to kill him.

If this kind of person can't be recruited, he can't let him survive.

In his eyes, a fiercer killing broke out.

On the other side, Ye Xiwen also escaped from the stranglehold of the Shura battlefield. He was slightly surprised, and the eighth realm was really powerful. The six reincarnation punches he played were actually swallowed by nothing left.

It's just a simple skill gap. The Spirit Emperor is in the eighth realm, I am afraid that it is also the peak, and he just entered the seventh realm, not even the peak of the seventh realm.

At the last moment, if he didn't come out in time, his arm might be injured.

Fortunately, it was not to kill him, or to expel him with his own strength, but only to delay.

Ye Xiwen can still do it by himself.

On the contrary, in his mind, another idea came up. Before that, he wanted to treat Emperor Geng Jinhu as a whetstone. Unfortunately, Emperor Geng Jinhu could not withstand a blow in his hand and could not be a whetstone.

But this Emperor Ling is different, its strength is far better than Gengjin Tiger Emperor, but it is far inferior to the Night Emperor, just better than him, and not so strong as to kill him.

It is an excellent object for sharpening.

Whether he can cultivate in a short period of time, beyond the common sense of progress, depends on the spirit emperor in front of him, only in the most violent and dangerous situations, can he fully explode all his potential.

"What a whetstone!"

The Emperor Ling did not know what Ye Xiwen thought, and he did not know that he had become a whetstone, but the killing intention in his heart was constantly burning, just like burning through the sky.