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And Ye Xing's gun intent is his own cultivation perception, plus the killing gun intent formed by fusing the majestic killing intent of the primeval divine body. If you don't really touch, I'm afraid you won't be able to tell the winner.

"These two people!"

Lu Wumeng asked himself to be a person with some knowledge, but at this time, looking at the battle between the two people in front of him, he was still a little spittle, I am afraid that this is no longer an ordinary fighting method that exists in the Yuan Infant Stage.

In the sky, patches of Xuanhuang Qi, one of which began to slowly transform into a yellow giant beast, as if it was contaminated with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, roared angrily.

On the other side, a sky-high sword rose, and as it rose, a yellow turban wrestler composed of Xuanhuang Qi slowly grasped the sword turned into a cloud of qi.

The yellow beast charged towards the sword. The Yellow Turban Lux did not fall behind at all, and rushed towards the direction of the yellow giant beast at an extremely fast speed.

At the touch of a button, the entire peak seemed to lose its voice in an instant. The monks of the Yudan period who climbed towards the top of the mountain in the back had their faces changed greatly, and they quickly retreated, and relied on the black stones on the mountain to hide, so that they finally escaped the impact of this wave.

And at this time, above the sky, the terrifying yellow beast was still standing, and so was the yellow turban wrestler.

But if you look closely, the yellow turban wrestler seems to have small yellow thorns on his body.

If you get closer, you can tell that it seems to be a yellow spear.

"It was a battle of will, and the will of these two sides had affected the celestial phenomena. ”

There were also well-informed monks in these knotted periods.

I'm afraid that this kind of combat method can only be used by the condensation level, could it be that it is two condensation-level existences who are fighting on the top of this mountain at this time?

"The Yellow Turban Warrior holding the sword is probably a real sword person, and the yellow giant beast doesn't know, could it be a real person of the White Crane?

Most of the people who saw it were speculating, but no one thought that the other side was Ye Xing, after all, the gap was too big, in their opinion, no matter how talented Ye Xing was, at this time, I am afraid that at most it would be the Dan period, and he would never be able to touch the consciousness level.

The confrontation of intentions was a matter of an instant, in the sky, the two giant beasts that had been transformed by thoughts had disappeared at this time, and Ye Xing took the lead in raising his head to look at the sword real man opposite.

"You lost. ”

Ye Xing said in a low voice, but even if his voice was lower, the sword real person on the opposite side clearly heard what he said.

"No way, how could I lose, you, you're just a little, little ......"

The sword intent of the sword real man was broken, and his spirit was a little sluggish, and his spiritual power collided indiscriminately in his body.

"I'm just an ant in your eyes, how can I defeat you, can't I?"

There was a hint of ridicule at the corner of Ye Xing's mouth, whether it was the White Crane True Person or the Sword True Man, they didn't regard him as an opponent from the beginning, they just took this Heaven Covering Peng Egg from his hand, and then, they needed to face the opponents they thought of, those Yuanying Cultivators from the outside world, the strong condensation body.

But they never expected that they would fall under Ye Xing's hands, and they would lose before they could get out of the peak.

White Crane Zhenren, a generation of Yuanying monks, was killed without even taking a move when Ye Xing broke through.

And Jian Zhenren, after a few moves, was completely defeated under the clash of ideas.

An ant that used to be in their eyes completely pulled the two of them off the altar.

"Ye Xing, did you win?"

Lu Wumeng looked at the sword real man opposite, thinking that these two people clearly hadn't done much yet.

"I'm not reconciled, I won't lose, I want to achieve the Sword Immortal Dao. A trace of madness flashed in the eyes of the sword real man, and layers of faint flames slowly burned on the natal flying sword in his hand.

Ye Xing frowned, he felt a hint of threat from it, and immediately looked at the sword vigilantly.

"Die!"

The flame came along with the sword, and the protection in front of Ye Xing's body was broken in an instant.

His gaze froze slightly.

"You've burned your soul! You won't even have a chance to recover!"

The Divine Soul and the Yuan Infant are not the existence of one after the other, but exist at the same time, the Divine Soul represents the deep level of consciousness, and the Yuan Infant represents the condensation of the Fa.

The monk burns the divine soul, so that his power can be amplified instantly, whether it is a power attack or a spiritual attack, but in this way, it is tantamount to suicide, and there is no chance of reincarnation, the divine soul is destroyed, and the primordial infant will become a dead baby.

This is completely a desperate trick, but how can the sword real person know that Ye Xing's divine soul is already profound, and now he has infinite killing intent to protect it. The attack generated by the sword real person's burning divine soul did not even break through this layer of killing intent from the primeval god body, and it was annihilated.

And the sword real person in front of him is already close to the mad demon.

"You're a good opponent, so I'll give you a good time. ”

Ye Xing said this, raised his hand slightly, and the spear in his hand flew out instantly, and when he passed by the sword, he touched it lightly, and saw that the sword real life flying sword was like broken copper and broken iron, and it collapsed at the touch of a button, and it was broken into several pieces and fell to the ground in an instant.

This is the natal flying sword that has lost the support of the divine soul.

At this time, the sword real person, even if Ye Xing didn't kill him, was just a shell.

The spear instantly came to the sword man's side and slammed into his chest.

But at this moment, the body of the sword real person was radiant, and the golden light came from the inside out, as if it were light.

A huge light mask appeared next to Jian Zhenren, and he looked at the light mask that appeared next to him in confusion.

"What is this?"

Ye Xing squinted his eyes slightly, and from above the light mask, he felt a trace of unfamiliar aura, and an illusory figure appeared from outside the light mask.

Looking at the dazed sword real man, the figure frowned slightly.

"You're the one who hurt him like this?"

The figure turned his gaze to Ye Xing, obviously his tone of voice was extremely unpolite.

Ye Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared: "That's right, it's me." ”

"You're damned!"

When the figure saw Ye Xing behaving like this, he immediately showed a trace of anger, and at the same time, he gently raised his hand to suppress Ye Xing.

Suddenly a powerful force appeared overhead.

Ye Xing looked at the big hand that fell from the sky, and a trace of mockery appeared on his face.

"It's just a virtual palm, is it possible to be a self-righteous master?"

Ye Xing shouted, the whole person seemed to be incarnated into a sharp spear, a huge killing intent, and instantly thought that the falling palm stabbed over, but in the blink of an eye, the thug had already been pierced.

"It's!"

The figure was stunned, but then his face turned gloomy.

"Courage, your breath deity has written it down, and it will come to take your life in the near future. After saying this, the figure rolled up the sword and walked towards the outside of the peak, it didn't care about the pressure inside the peak at all, as if he was just a projection.