Ye Li and the Fist Saint remained motionless, and the expressions on their faces were like a retreat, both with faint smiles. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The right fist of the Fist Saint, after being dismantled by the bandage, revealed the real flesh inside. His fist didn't seem to be much different from the others, except that on the back of his hand, there was a totem, which was in the shape of three flame clusters, black and red in color.

Neither of them moved, and the breath around them was locked by the other party, and whoever made the first move would lose first.

The person who acts first will inevitably have loopholes on top of the action, and any mistake by the master may be fatal.

At this moment, Wuji suddenly moved. However, he didn't attack, but surrounded Ye Li and the Fist Saint, his mouth kept letting out sighs of admiration, and at the same time pretended to say to himself: "Ye Li, you are in a desperate situation, I know you have done it, but this time, you are not alone, and those little brothers of yours may not be as powerful as you." ”

As soon as Wuji's words fell, Ye Li and the Fist Saint frowned at the same time.

Nima, this is a threat from Chiguoguo, this Wuji is really shameless. As for the Fist Saint, he knew too well what the villain Wuji meant.

In order to disrupt not only Ye Li's rhythm, but also the rhythm of his fist saint, in the end, both sides were defeated, so that Wuji could sit on the fisherman.

Ye Li and the Fist Saint didn't move, and with an evil smile on the corner of Wuji's mouth, he walked towards the position where Xi Crazy was trapped.

"Okay, since you are so persistent, then this saint will take matters into your own hands today, kill these little ants, so that you can concentrate a little, don't you say. ”

Ye Xuan was in a hurry, but the pressure around him made him unable to move. Whether it is the body or the eyes, as long as the attention is shifted, then the attack of the boxer saint will come as scheduled.

Nima, what should I do! At this time, it would be nice if Ye Feng or Xie Ding were here! They would be able to resist at least a few rounds!

Wuji has already sacrificed his Xuanyuan Sword, a king's breath, dominating the world. At this moment, Wuji raised his long sword, his eyes were cold and shouted with disdain, "Goodbye, little ants!"

Rumble!

Hearing only a loud noise, Ye Li didn't dare to look back, but he knew that several people were intact and had not been killed.

With a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, the old man Jueyi was full of battle intent, and he actually used his sword intent to resist the Wuji Sword Saint's move!

"Don't think that no one will deal with you, if you want to play with swords, grandpa may not be worse than you, and your name as a sword saint should also be handed over!"

The momentum of the old man soared suddenly, and for a moment, he overshadowed Wuji, and then the two of them actually fought.

"Alright, no one can interfere with us, boy, let's make a break. ”

The fist saint transmitted the sound to Ye Li, the corners of Ye Li's mouth rose slightly, and the two of them shot almost at the same time.

I saw two rays of light, one black and one white, flashing, Ye Li and the fist saint's bodies were staggered, and in the moment of staggering, the two people exchanged hundreds of moves with each other, and then changed directions, Ye Li and the fist saint fell at the same time.

The expression of the boxer saint was very complicated, with a vague smile on his face, and he kept twisting his wrist. As for Ye Li, only he knew about the situation.

Nima, this fist saint is not only powerful, but even the speed is so strong! This is a typical transformation of strength into speed, and then it can be comprehensively improved! This kind of technique is indeed the ability of the twelve saints!

Ye Li couldn't do it, and to convert energy, he had to reach the peak of the Xuanmen Realm and the level of critical breakthrough. This fist saint is a whole grade higher than Ye Li, if it weren't for Ye Li's deep heritage, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

"This is not going to work? It's just the beginning!" The fist saint burst out with a powerful momentum, Ye Li glanced at the next door, and Wuji fought with a fiery sense, this old boy really has a hand, if he simply competes with the sword, his immortal sword, but it is infinitely powerful, even the sword saint dare not underestimate it.

"Do you have time to look at others?"

Ye Li only felt the hairs on his body stand up, and the voice of the fist saint seemed to come from the left, and it seemed to come from the right. At this moment, Ye Li saw a black shadow in front of him, and his right fist slammed directly into his right shoulder.

Ye Li seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and the whole person quickly retreated backwards. This punch has not yet injured the body, and it all depends on the body of eternal reincarnation.

"Oh, you're tough. ”

Nima, this guy's footwork is a little too weird, when did he get close, the master didn't feel it at all!

Ye Xuan complained bitterly, and the second move of the fist saint had been cast.

I saw that the fist saint came to Ye Li's right side, and the double swords stepped heavily into the dust, and the three fire balls on the back of his right hand, one of the sparks, turned into an entity!

Ye Li's eyes seemed to have changed a scene, not in the wind and sand, but in the endless abyss. And around this abyss, there are sparks, compared to their own divine fire, there are no more than that.

"Ye Li, this is the karmic fire of this saint's fist, you can enjoy it. ”

Nima, this guy still has this kind of supernatural power? Didn't he say the fist saint? Why did he have another illusion?

Because Ye Li had fought with Wuji, and had defeated Wuji's clone in Dacongtian, Ye Li underestimated the strength of the Twelve Holy Churches.

You must know that the last time the human emperor Fuxi fell, the one who started it was also the sword saint among the twelve saints.

To be able to enter the Twelve Holy Churches, which one's strength is not above the top gods of the Temple of the Gods?

Ye Li was in the dark abyss, constantly avoiding the invasion of karmic fire, but this karmic fire seemed to be able to seize Ye Li's position at any time, wherever Ye Li dodged, they followed him, and the lethality was not low, which made Ye Li very annoyed.

Nima, this thing, is it chasing?

Ye Li roared angrily, and the light of the Life and Death Crazy Knife shone brightly. The Blade of Life and Death absorbed countless primordial gods, and the power burst out at this moment.

"Break it for the master!"

Ye Li faced the karmic fire head-on this time, and the divine fire rushed out from the mad knife of life and death, and the two sparks collided together. Ye Li gritted his teeth and insisted, the attack power of karmic fire was not as good as that of divine fire, but like a spirit snake, it was able to find a gap, disperse it directly, and then burrow into Ye Li's body!

"Ahh

I saw that the karmic fire was burning the planet inside Ye Li's body, which was the core of Ye Li's body. The power of the Three Emperors resisted the invasion of karmic fire.

In the wind and sand, I saw Ye Li's body constantly rolling in the sand, his eyes closed, and he looked very painful.

The fist saint approached Ye Li step by step, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Accept your fate, Ye Li, no one can escape the attack of karma, as long as you are a person, you will have karma."

"Poof!" Ye Li spit out a mouthful of blood, and Ye Li's whole body was scorching with karmic fire, and this had nothing to do with the strength of the body, but burned Ye Li's cultivation.

Ye Li felt that his mana was constantly flowing. Even if Ye Li has the blessing of the power of the Three Emperors, this karmic fire can continue to consume Ye Li's primordial spirit and cultivation.

At this moment, the boxer grabbed Ye Li's feet and dragged Ye Li back like a dead dog, and at the same time said to Wuji, who was fighting: "Wuji, I'll go first, this guy belongs to me." ”

Wuji's face was angry, and he roared: "No result, let him go for me! Ye Li is mine!"

Wuji's heart was full of anger when he was forced by the old man of Jueyi, and when he heard that the Fist Saint Wuguo was going to take Ye Li away, he shouted directly: "Ye Wuwei, what are you still watching? That's your enemy, do you want to hand him over to someone else?"

Ye Wuwei nodded silently and stood in front of the Fist Saint Wuguo: "Put him down." ”

"Do you want to stop Ben Sheng?" The Fist Saint Wuguo smiled slightly, raised his fist slightly, and saw a force directly through Ye Wuwei's body, Ye Wuwei had no power to fight back, and was directly knocked away.

"Hmph, I can't help myself. The boxer was about to leave with Ye Li in tow, who knew that at this time, in the wind and sand, a rickety back suddenly appeared, like an old man in the middle of the wind and candle, step by step into the battlefield.

This middle-aged uncle has gray temples, a pair of cloudy eyes, and a wooden stick behind his back, wrapped in bandages, so that people don't know what is inside.

"Is it you?" The fist saint's fruitless expression suddenly became solemn at this moment, and he threw Ye Li, who had been unconscious, directly aside, the fist in his hand emitted a black-red light, as if facing a great enemy.

The Wuji Sword Saint shook off the old man of Jueyi, and then came to the side of the Fist Saint Wuguo.

"It's you! You're still alive!" Wuji's expression also changed, and the hand holding the Xuanyuan Sword involuntarily tightened.

The middle-aged uncle didn't even look at the two of them, so he walked to Ye Li's side by himself, grabbed Ye Li's feet as well, and dragged him back to Jueyi's position.

And in the whole process, neither the Sword Saint nor the Fist Saint stopped him.

I only heard the uncle say: "Hey, karmic karma, this may help you, Ye Li, it depends on whether you can pass this level." ”

Ye Li was in the abyss, and when he heard the uncle's voice, he just felt a little familiar, and then a golden light appeared in front of him, and the golden light dispersed, revealing the appearance of the middle-aged uncle.

"It's you!

The person who came was the dustless uncle who was rescued by Ye Li in the village. Uncle Wuchen leaned on his back and came to Ye Li's side: "Ye Li, I can't help you get rid of these karmic fires, this is your karma, and the only thing you can rely on is yourself." ”

After that, Uncle Wuchen disappeared in front of Ye Li's eyes and returned to the dust.

"No result, no more, long time no see. Uncle Wuchen seemed to be very familiar with the two of them, and handed them a bitter smile.

The fist saint didn't care, Wuji was indeed very excited and burst out directly, and the Xuanyuan sword in his hand directly slashed over with golden light: "Impossible! You can't still be alive, I obviously killed you!"

The sword aura of the Sword Master was pervasive, and it rolled up even greater wind and sand. However, these sword qi with the aura of a king, as soon as they came into contact with Wuchen's body, they turned into nothingness, and they didn't even touch his body at all.

Uncle Wuchen smiled bitterly: "Wuji, my life is big, and I was saved, which proves that my qi is not exhausted." But you use the moves I taught you to deal with me, and your head still hasn't grown at all after all these years. ”

Nima, the Infinite Sword Saint turned out to be Uncle Dustless's apprentice! He is one of the Twelve Saints, so what is the identity of this Uncle Dustless?

Ye Li heard their conversation clearly in the abyss. The karmic fire was still burning, but Ye Li already felt that his body seemed to have adapted somewhat, and the more he resisted, the more powerful it seemed to be.

"Wuchen, give Bensheng death!" Wuji suddenly rose into the air, and the Xuanyuan sword stood above his head.

At this moment, I only heard Wuchen sigh, and slowly took off the wooden stick behind his back, which had never been exposed.

"Wuji, Xuanyuan Sword, it's not like that. Let my Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor teach you a trick in the end, which can be regarded as giving us master-apprentice affection and making an end. ”