Chapter Eighty-Four: Soaring!
The more you go to the center of the city, the more prosperous it becomes, even if Ye Qinglong has a lot of knowledge, he is a little surprised at this time.
"This world is poorer than the continent of my homeland! Ye Qinglong said.
"I've always had a question, why is the Yuan Force so strong here, but although there are masters of cultivators here, the realm of ordinary cultivators is not high, and it is not much different from the continent where I am located, our family has a peerless master at the level of Saint Venerable, I don't know if there is one in this world. Ye Qinglong said with some doubts.
"Sizzle......" When everyone heard this, they secretly gasped, Ye Qinglong's family actually had a Saint Venerable! Beyond the Saint King's Saint Venerable! That middle-level powerhouse was as rare as a phoenix, and there were few in an era, and those people stood at the top of the pyramid, overlooking the world.
"These Yuan forces are condensed by Emperor Ye Tian, and they are prepared for us people, and the aborigines are estimated to be unable to absorb or can only absorb a small amount, after all, these Yuan forces are not the Yuan forces of nature, they are not endless. Xiao Yue said in a deep voice.
"That's how it should be. Chu Xian'er's bright eyes turned, her red lips and jade teeth, and she seemed to be able to purify people's hearts as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Get out of the way!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Get out!"
......
Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, followed by a powerful momentum.
Everyone looked over and saw a team of men and horses dressed in silver armor, riding ancient beasts, holding heavy swords, the cold light shimmered, the coldness was pressing, and the murderous aura was pervasive.
"Get out of the way, it's from the City Lord's Mansion. "Many people on the side of the road have retreated like the water of the ebbing tide.
But Xiao Yue and the others had just arrived, and they didn't know what was going on, and they didn't know who these people were, so they didn't give way, but they didn't expect that these people would treat them as stones and want to step over them directly.
"What a high arrogance!" is that a trace of anger flashed in Emperor Bicheng's eyes, these people wanted to directly trample them to death.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the small leader's mount stepped directly towards Xiao Yue, who was standing in front, and Xiao Yue directly knocked over the leader and his mount with the sword qi that popped out of his finger.
The ancient beast that was more than one zhang tall and two zhang long was overturned in this way.
"A group of cultivators of the Imperial Sky Realm are so rampant, and they dare to ride some beasts to trample on them at will in such a prosperous city, do you really think this is your home?" Xiao Yue took a step forward and stepped on the chest of the little leader, and then there was the sound of bones breaking and continuous screams.
"Ahh
"Who do you think you are?Can you represent all the people in this city?!" Xiao Yue's eyes were cold, and he increased the strength of his feet, and in an instant, the little leader screamed heartbreakingly.
At this time, there were onlookers everywhere, some people clenched their fists and were excited, some people looked at each other coldly, some people seemed to be watching a play, and some people went to the city lord's mansion early to report the news, wanting to get a reward.
"Who dares to deceive my City Lord's Mansion?!" While everyone was watching, a loud shout suddenly came from the sky, which shook everyone's eardrums.
Everyone followed the prestige, only to see a man in golden armor in the distance, holding a halberd, with a terrifying momentum, stepping into the air.
"It's the great apprentice of the contemporary city lord, and it's also the great commander of the city lord's mansion!" someone said in a secret voice.
"It turned out to be him, he stepped into the realm of a saint in his thirties, and he was a strong man in the middle of the saint in his fifties, and now more than ten years have passed, and I don't know how to cultivate. Someone said with some anticipation in his heart.
Qi Feihu, now more than 100 years old, can be regarded as young among saints, ordinary people have to be hundreds of years old to step into the realm of saints, but he entered this realm in his early 100s, he must be said to be a genius.
"You are looking for death!" When Qi Feihu saw the little leader on the ground, his thick eyebrows were upside down, and his eyes were wide open.
"He wanted to kill us first, and we were just defending ourselves. Xiao Yue and the others just arrived, and they didn't want to cause trouble, so they explained directly.
"It doesn't matter if you're defending yourself or not, I only know that you hurt our people, but you didn't hurt in the slightest, so, you guys, damn it!" Qi Feihu roared loudly like a fierce tiger, and his burly figure waved a halberd of tens of thousands of catties, directly taking Xiao Yue's head.
"Heaven Destroying Fist!" Xiao Yue has nothing to say to this kind of high-flying and unreasonable person, for this kind of violent person, the correct way is that you have to be more violent and powerful than them, and they will be convinced.
"Hmph! Look for death!" Qi Feihu sneered, he was a cultivator in the middle stage of a dignified saint, and he was about to step into the late stage of a saint, and now, a young cultivator in the Ning Dan realm who was only twenty or thirty years old dared to fight him, in his opinion, this was just a joke! He licked the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen the scene when Xiao Yue's fists directly turned into blood and mud, and then his body collapsed, he was excited when he thought about it.
"Boom!"
The halberd and fist collided, sending ripples and ripples across the clothes of the people watching the battle.
"Ah!" A miserable scream came from the center of the ripples, and everyone looked at it, it turned out to be the Great Commander Qi Feihu!
"What's going on?"
"That kid is just a cultivator in the late stage of Ning Dan, although he is powerful, but for a saint, and a strong person who is about to ambush the late stage of the saint, he is just an ant, how can this be the result?"
How so?
Of course, it was because Xiao Yue's physique was strong, he was a chaotic immortal, and he was washed and quenched by those mysterious bones every day, coupled with his unmatched fist skills, Qi Feihu underestimated the enemy and did not use all his strength......
All of this made Xiao Yue take advantage of the right time and place, so it was Qi Feihu who was defeated this time.
"Damn! You ant, you actually hurt me!" Qi Feihu's face was hideous, annoyed and angry, looking at the blood flowing from his cracked tiger's mouth, he was extremely angry, and his killing intent became more and more intense.
"Sweep the Eight Desolations!" Qi Feihu shouted, and then his whole body exuded momentum, and the exclusive momentum of the saint level was permeated, and many cultivators around him couldn't help but crawl on the ground, and under the saints were all ants!
Xiao Yue was seriously preparing to meet the enemy, stretching out his hand to signal Qian Mad, Ye Qinglong and the others not to make a move, he wanted to try how strong his strength was, and whether he was the opponent of a mid-stage saint cultivator.
"Heaven Destroying Fist!" Xiao Yue integrated the White Tiger Sealing Fist into it this time, and the chaotic immortal qi lingered around his fist, but it was covered up by Xiao Yue with Yuan Force.
"Come on!" Qi Feihu shouted, a crack appeared in the space around that halberd, and even the void couldn't withstand such pressure, and it trembled when it was pressed.
"It's so powerful!" Xiao Yue said in a low voice, before he was able to repel Qi Feihu not entirely by his own strength, but now he had condensed all his strength into his right fist.
"Kill!" Qi Feihu was dressed in golden armor, dazzling, full of murderous aura.
"Kill!" Xiao Yue jumped up, like a Kunpeng with wings flapping, soaring upward, a pair of incomparable fists full of fighting intent and confidence.
"Boom!"
The two collided with each other again, this time the sound was louder, some people couldn't bear the power of scattering, and there was blood hanging on the corners of their mouths, the people who were watching the battle were all cultivators, and the ordinary people had already run away, and the battle of cultivators was often suffered by ordinary mortals, because ordinary mortals were too weak, and their bodies couldn't bear the aftermath of this kind of scattering, if it was the battle of some strong people, then even if it was a cultivator, if it was weak, then it would not be able to bear it, and even, some people watched the battle when their bodies were directly shattered!
The two collided, the light was dazzling, everyone covered their eyes, and after a short blindness, everyone looked at the place where the battle was in the center.
Neither of the two figures fell, but one of them took seven or eight steps back......
(To be continued...... )