Zuo Dongni turned her head when she heard the sound, her face showed a touch of irrepressible joy, the faces of the three worshippers of the Divine Dragon Golden Shield suddenly turned solemn, and at the same time she took out her weapon and rose up, her eyes swept to the direction of the sound, and she saw an old man in a gray robe standing less than five meters away from the bonfire with his hands on his back, he stood like this with his hands on his back, but it could give people a very natural feeling, as if he should have stood in that position from the beginning, and moving half a minute would also destroy some kind of ingenious harmony.

When an ancient martial artist cultivates to the highest level, he can achieve a wonderful fit with the surrounding environment, and he can blend into it with every move, which is better than returning to the basics. The gray-robed old man in front of him would have reached the legendary supreme realm if he hadn't been standing here in the first place, and Miao Baiya was the eldest among the three worshippers, and his knowledge was wider than the other two, the gray-robed old man made him feel an indescribable fear from his bones, and the palm holding the weapon was sweating slightly.

"Be careful, he's the best!"

Miao Baiya bit his lower lip hard and reminded him in a low voice, and the weapon in his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Ye Fei took his sword to his chest, stepped forward, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you Mr. Wujiao Zuo Ci?" ”

The gray-robed old man didn't turn his head, and said lightly: "The deity is Zuo Ci, Xiaoyou has the ultimate mystical skills, why should he become an eagle dog?" ”

Ye Fei sneered and said: "I have a clear conscience for serving the country, but what kind of stinky shelf do you have in your back, what you do behind your back is all shady and dirty deeds, even the newborn baby refuses to let go, and it has lived to a dog for thousands of years." Thinking that the little sister was plagued by the old monster in front of him, there was a ball of anger burning in his heart, and he was unceremonious when he spoke.

"When does the deity not let go of the baby?"

Zuo Ci's voice was suddenly cold, and he was dressed in a gray robe without wind, and this Saint Realm martial artist was already on the verge of rage.

Ye Fei took two steps forward with his sword and said loudly: "Do you remember the baby girl who was sealed by you on the acupuncture points of her legs?" The dignified Saint Realm martial artist poisoned a baby, the old skin is really thicker than the city wall, fortunately, the baby girl's life should not be saved, and she can only live in a wheelchair for more than ten years, this is all your sin. ”

The voice asked, the words were like knives, Zuo Ci, who was carrying his hands on his back, shook his shoulders suddenly, and slowly turned around, this is an unbelievably young face, with red lips and a face like a crown of jade, if it weren't for Shou Mei and silver hair, it would be really difficult to associate him with the words 'thousand-year-old monster', this Mr. Wujiao looked like he was in his early twenties at most, for some reason, he gave Ye Fei a sense of déjà vu.

"Humph! If it weren't for the kindness of the Buddha-figure's thoughts, how could you have allowed that little obstacle to live until now, and what is your relationship with that little obstacle of sins? ”

Zuo Ci's eyebrows were slightly raised, and Jun's face was covered with a touch of frost, and the young martial artist in front of him successfully aroused the anger hidden in his memory, and an awe-inspiring killing machine surged out from all over his body, instantly covering a space within a radius of 100 meters, and every move of the creatures covered in it could not escape his control, which was the unique 'domain' of the Saint Realm martial artists.

Ye Fei suddenly felt as if he had been wrapped in an invisible hard shell, and even the Dragon Soul Sword in his hand seemed to be a little heavier, he took a deep breath and straightened his waist, and suddenly raised his sword to slash twice, and two explosions came from the flash of the sword light, and the negative feeling on his body suddenly relaxed, and even his breathing became much smoother.

"The main attack of the dragon soul, the surprise attack of the spirit, what about the martial artists of the Holy Realm, I regard it as a local chicken and a dog, help you with an arm, fight!"

Lao Kai's deep voice sounded in his ears, and there seemed to be a hint of disdain in his words, in the eyes of this ancient god of war, the Saint Realm martial artist was not worth it.

The corners of Ye Fei's mouth raised a cold arc, raised his hand and pointed at Zuo Ci and said: "You have a small evil obstacle on your left and a small evil barrier on your right, in my opinion, you are an out-and-out old monster, today I will cut off your two dog legs, so that you can also taste the taste of being in a wheelchair." ”

"Look for death!"

Zuo Ci broke off, his shoulders shook lightly like lightning, and his right palm stretched forward and slapped Ye Fei's chest, this palm floated like a light hong, with a faint sound of wind and thunder in the process.

Ye Fei had already taken precautions, and without waiting for the palm wind to come to the body, the long sword in his hand suddenly moved, and the shot was a move to kill the soul, a dazzling black light was like ten thousand arrows in unison, facing Zuo Ci to reflect the past, facing the Holy Realm Great Perfection Martial Artist for the first time, there was no half retreat in his heart, and endless battle intent surging in the veins of his body.

When it is strong, it is strong, and it is stronger when it is strong!

Zuo Ci didn't dodge or dodge, leaned over and threw his shoulders, his body was violently advanced, and the palm that was pushed out suddenly turned sideways, as if a line of sharp wind passed through the flashing sword light, and instantly slapped on Ye Fei's right shoulder.

Boom!

A muffled sound came out, Ye Fei was knocked away by an incomparable force, his body shot out backwards like a paper kite with a broken thread, the dragon soul sword fell out of his hand, and suddenly shot out obliquely at the moment when the broadsword touched the ground, like a black dragon with teeth and claws pounced on Zuo Ci, and it had passed through his chest in an instant...... But there was not a trace of blood.

Ye Fei in mid-air suddenly flipped two somersaults, his right palm moved, the dragon soul sword turned into a black light and swept back, the hilt of the sword fell into the palm of his hand, his five fingers suddenly closed and held it firmly, his feet were suspended about three meters above the ground, and his eyes were burning at the afterimage that trembled and disappeared on the ground.

Zuo Ci's palm just now didn't cause any damage to Ye Fei, he used his strength to fly out and wanted to use the Dragon Soul Sword to attack the enemy, but unexpectedly stabbed a trace of afterimage, Mr. Wujiao didn't know where he went?

"Yes, being able to practice to such a realm at a young age can be called a genius, but it's a pity that you have to die here tonight!"

A cold voice suddenly came from the top of his head, Ye Fei only felt a chill on his back, and before he could raise his head, a surging internal strength was pressed down, like a mountain collapsing, a waterfall rushing backwards, trying to dodge was already a step too late, and when he was in danger, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and tried his best to stab it out.

Po -

A bang shook his eardrums, Ye Fei's body fell down, and Zuo Ci's figure stood upside down two feet above his head, falling straight down with one palm, the palm was only less than half an inch away from the tip of the sword, and the sword body trembled endlessly under the invisible weight.

Zuo Ci Junyi's face showed a hint of surprise, and his heart was turbulent, he used seven successful powers in this palm, even if it was a Wanjun boulder, it would turn into powder, and the refined steel would also bend under heavy pressure, but the young warrior under his palm relied on a long sword to resist the palm power, and the most strange thing was that there was a trace of jealousy in his heart?

Delusion? Zuo Ci's eyes froze, and he added two points of strength to his palm, and there was a tremor in his ears, and he saw that the broadsword under his palm had been deflected, and it would bend in an instant.

At this moment, Ye Fei raised his head violently, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Zuo Ci's pupils, and his body fell straight like a meteor falling into the sky. Whoosh—a brilliant silver thread shot out from above his collarbone, shooting like lightning towards the center of Zuo Ci's eyebrows, and almost at the same moment, his feet hit the ground with a bang.