Everyone looked back in shock, and the veteran high-ranking people vaguely felt familiar with the handsome face of the white-robed man.

After the second thunderstorm and the heavy blow of She Xirong, Wen Yiming was soaked in the Crossing Spirit Spring, and after expelling the stasis toxins, he recovered a lot of his original appearance, but his more handsome facial lines were completely covered by haggard and vicissitudes.

Whether it was his eyes or his unchanged voice, they all knew that this was instructor Wen Yiming, and they all knew that Wen Yiming was still alive.

Cai Yunli raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "The eyes above the Heavy Political Council Hall are lawless, Hou Teng, drag me out." ”

Although he didn't know Wen Yiming, he knew it just by the expressions of Jin Yuesheng and others, and this person betrayed his identity with an arrogant 'Lao Tzu'.

Wen Yiming, who revealed his cultivation, was indeed talented in his eyes, and he was in his thirties as a mid-level cultivator of the fourth layer of the Martial King, and he did have the capital to be arrogant.

However, in his opinion, he still found the wrong person.

If Wen Yiming can play his part, maybe he will save some face for the other party, but if he is so arrogant, what is the use of staying.

He had already decided to kill the chickens and monkeys today, but he didn't want to come to the best target, so he made a decision in an instant, and wanted the thunder to kill this so-called bullshit instructor.

Hou Teng is also the person brought out of the Troubled Wind Slope, and he is the only diehard loyalist of the Four Masters of Chaos as a second-level cultivator of the Martial Saint.

Without waiting for Jin Yuesheng to speak, Hou Teng pressed out with a palm in a bloodthirsty sneer, and Zhenyuan's big hand suddenly grabbed Wen Yiming.

Martial Saint made a move, although it was an ordinary True Yuan big hand, the speed was so fast, everyone couldn't even stop it.

Wen Yiming sneered in his heart, the second layer of the Martial Saint dared to play the real yuan big hand in front of him, and he was simply killing himself.

The killing intent realm was instantly locked away, and the same True Yuan big hand pinched out.

Before Hou Teng's True Yuan big hand was formed, he felt that the True Yuan was stagnant, and the moment his internal breath was suppressed, his body obviously felt a short stiffness.

The most terrifying thing was that the cultivation fell wildly, as if weightless, it fell to the Martial King's Ninth Layer Great Perfection, and even the meridians were in pain.

In his frightened eyes, his True Yuan big hand burst out of thin air, and his breathing stagnated, and the majestic and thick True Yuan big hand had already wrapped his entire body.

'Bang ——!'

A crackling sound sounded in the huge conference room, and a cloud of blood mist filled out with thick blood.

"You..."

Cai Yunli's eyes widened, pointing at Wen Yiming, who was walking slowly, and the shock in his eyes flashed.

He didn't expect Hou Teng to be killed in seconds, it was rumored that this person's leapfrogging was as simple as eating and drinking, could it be true.

However, in a thought, he had stabilized his mind, and in the late stage of the four martial saints, he didn't believe that Wen Yiming had the ability to resist the four of them.

The people who came out of the chaotic wind slope were all masters of body forging, not ordinary body forging martial arts.

Besides, there is a limit to the number of steps.

"Old thing, with murderous eyes, you will die today!"

Wen Yiming saw the ruthlessness in Cai Yunli's eyes, and immediately sacrificed the dragon spear.

The eighth layer of the Martial Saint was only in the middle of his extreme outbreak, and now that he had the support of the Great Vitality of the Soul Technique and the strong Eighth Order Battle Body, he had no scruples.

He could have increased Jin Yuesheng and let him kill on his behalf, but he hadn't returned for more than ten years, and it seemed that Roaring Island didn't remember him anymore.

Cai Yunli wants to kill the chicken and set an example for the monkey, why is he not, he must kill him personally.

Qi four slightly, closed five elements, the dragon and tiger forbidden anger was decisively released.

Under the cover of the killing intent realm, everyone was cold.

Thunder roared and sacrificed at the same time, and death in the reddish mist permeated the air.

A circle of shockwaves exploded in the explosion of muscles and bones, and the pale golden phantom of the violent bear behind it roared and hammered the ground, and the sound of a beast's roar seemed to echo in the space.

The release of all hole cards was completed almost at the same time as the dragon lance was sacrificed, and in an instant that was difficult to remember, Wen Yiming's momentum skyrocketed wildly.

And Cai Yunli also mobilized the true yuan in shock, and sacrificed two short swords at the same time.

He knew that Wen Yiming dared to do it directly, and he was obviously completely sure to kill himself.

"Disturb the natural disaster, and there is no forgiveness for killing!"

Cai Yunli pretended to be illiterate, and the two swords coiled out in a slogan, and countless sword qi merged into one and slaughtered.

As soon as Hong Yun sacrificed his blade, he was stopped by Jin Yuesheng, and Han Jie and Peng Yao followed Cai Yunli to kill the martial arts, releasing two locked majestic sword qi.

The martial arts of the late stage of the Three Dao Martial Saints shattered the entire Heavenly Calamity Pavilion in an instant, collapsing down.

The Killing Intent Realm instantly locked the four people, causing their cultivation to fall suddenly, and a killing intent blade neutralized the martial arts of the three people.

For the aftermath impact, Wen Yiming's six-god suit and eighth-order battle body were directly carried hard.

The smoke and dust flew, Wen Yiming shook his body and disappeared in place, and the boundary force punished Cai Yunli.

'Bang ——!'

The stick intent raptor swung its tail, and Han Jie blocked the waist with a heavy knife to block and spit out the internal organs and fly upside down.

Since comprehending the sword intent of the fast sword, Wen Yiming changed the gun at an unbelievable speed, and between the stick intent, he slammed through with one hand obliquely.

'Poof!'

The lance was full of intentions, and the dragon spear penetrated Peng Yao's chest in the violent stride.

After the twelve serious breakthroughs, he officially entered the realm of wind power, and his speed was almost as short as a teleportation, and the lethality of the amplification attack was indescribable.

Before the dragon spear was taken, Wen Yiming threw off his right arm in his stride, grabbed the head of the spear on Peng Yao's back with his left arm, and dragged the two-meter-seven dragon spear directly with inertia in the rapid advance, bringing out the fluffy blood mist, and the heart fragments shot out in all directions.

Killing the two in an instant, Cai Yunli almost didn't even retract his blade, and fled towards the outside of the frozen ancient city.

A layer of faint mist flashed above his body, and Wen Yiming lowered his eyes angrily, and three wisps of finger wind locked and shot out.

Teleportation interrupted!

Cai Yunli's every move was well known in his realm punishment and focus locking, and he would never let the enemy escape if his strength allowed.

Cai Yunli complained bitterly, and the moment of teleportation was unexpectedly like the original cultivation fell, and the meridians were extremely painful, and they could not be released at all.

He ran for flight.

"Humph!"

Wen Yiming snorted coldly, and when he turned around, he shook his left arm and threw the dragon spear back.

The spear intent is shocking, the Shura battle body is small, and the killing intent field is like an artistic conception catalyst, so that Wen Yi's gun has the opportunity to break out with an artistic conception attack, and the combat power is fierce.

The sound of penetrating the body came out at the same time with Hong Yun's scream, and Wen Yiming had already turned around and shot five hundred meters, chasing Cai Yunli, who had teleported and escaped.

What is the situation when the crowd stands like unconscious walking corpses in the midst of the tremors?

A disagreement broke out, and the four martial saints died and fled in the later stage.

They couldn't react at all, Cai Yantong, Hongrong, Jin Zhong and other old acquaintances were already out of control, why is it easier to kill the later stage of the martial saint than to kill chickens and sheep?

'Buzz ——!'

The dragon spear that penetrated the flood rhyme suddenly disappeared in a trembling sound, shaking the corpse that had not yet closed its eyes to pieces.

Wen Yiming, who was thousands of kilometers away, lit up in his hand, and the dragon spear returned.

Striding for a kilometer, elegant as the wind, almost like a short-distance flashing wind power realm, Cai Yunli in front of him almost wanted to go crazy.

Wen Yiming sneered, stomped on the ground, and teleported to release.

Cai Yunli almost couldn't contain the momentum of rushing forward, looking at Wen Yiming who was raising the dragon spear in front of him, his soul was in danger.

Looking back at the high-level of the natural disaster who rushed in, his knees weakened, and a trace of remorse rose.

(End of chapter)