Yan Fei held his head high and slowly walked in front of Luo Zongting, he used his own body to block Luo Zongting behind him.

It was this back that made Luo Zongting, who was already desperate, feel extremely safe.

"Zongting, are you alright?"

"Brother Yan, I'm fine, I'm finally out of the customs. Brother Yan, be careful, they came prepared this time, this old guy's strength is extraordinary, I am afraid that he has surpassed the realm of the great gods, it is very likely that he is secretly in the lower realm. ”

"Well, I know in my heart, Aunt Yun, help Zongting to the side to rest, Xiao Hei, take care of their safety. ”

"Boss, why don't you wait and I'll play first?"

"Blackie, this is not the time to mess around. ”

"Well, okay then. Xiao Hei accompanied Yun Gu and helped Luo Zongting to the corner, Luo Zongting took the elixir of healing and recovery, and began to close his eyes and breathe, Xiao Hei stayed by his side, responsible for his safety.

At this moment, Yan Fei was alone, facing more than a dozen strong people from the seven major forces, and he was not afraid.

Dustless Martial Monarch settled his mind.

And those immortals who had seen Yan Fei before, when they looked at Yan Fei at this moment, they all showed surprise.

Obviously, although they didn't know what Yan Fei's current realm was, they were sure that in just over a year, Yan Fei's realm might have improved a lot, and his strength would naturally be stronger.

It's just over a year, and it's too short for them.

"Tsk...... It's not bad, it's Yan Fei?"

"That's right. ”

"Okay, no wonder, no wonder Jiudingmen will suffer a big loss in the hands of such a hairy little god, it seems that today, the kid's strength is really good. ”

"Thank you seniors for the compliment. Yan Fei replied calmly.

Dustless Wujun smiled and said coldly, "Tsk...... Boy, this gentleman is here today, not to gossip. As the saying goes, there is a debtor and a debtor, and Thunder Martial Monarch was killed, right?"

"That's right, that's me. ”

"Okay, sure enough, I dare to do it, Benjun told me that Thunder Wujun is a disciple of Benjun, so today, I must die. ”

Yan Fei pursed the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully: "Senior, I often hear this sentence, but I am still standing here, and those who have said this to me have all become cold corpses, I can only tell it, and it is the same." "Haha, hahahaha, it's crazy enough. When they told me about it, Benjun didn't believe it, but now that I look at it, my arrogance is even more than that, but I must warn that usually people who are too crazy will die better

Earlier, more miserable. ”

"Just?" Yan Fei raised his eyebrows and asked in a loud voice.

"Yes, it's enough for me. ”

At this point, Yan Fei didn't want to say half a word more, it was meaningless.

And Yan Fei has always done things simply, since there is nothing to say, there is only one word left, type.

Since you want to fight, let's strike first. His pair of cold eyes swept over the inner ring of the Heavenly Pavilion, as if he wanted to keep every immortal god firmly in his heart, however, those immortal gods who had seen Yan Fei's terrible eyes, when Yan Fei's eyes looked over, they would actually be mindful

Zhi avoided it, and didn't dare to look at Yan Fei at all.

After a few breaths, Yan Fei's gaze fell on the Dustless Martial Monarch again.

Wuchen Wujun seems to be relaxed, but in fact, at this moment, his heart is also a little bottomless. First, he couldn't visit Yan Fei's realm at all, which showed that his divine soul realm was lower than Yan Fei's, and from the perspective of the degree of resistance, it was not a little low, how did he know that Yan Fei's current divine soul realm had reached a partial god

The pinnacle of the realm.

Yan Fei's Divine Soul Realm has always been higher than the Ontology Realm, which is a major advantage brought to him by the Thousand Generations Wheel.

Second, he instinctively felt that Yan Fei's realm was probably not lower than his own.

Thirdly, Yan Fei's sword qi just now actually injured him so easily, although he didn't defend with all his strength, but the power of the sword qi made him deeply feel surprise and fear.

However, as a senior, as a powerhouse in the Partial God Realm, he must remain calm, and he is indeed not afraid of Yan Fei.

But at this moment, he himself couldn't tell why, and in the bottom of his heart, a strange feeling suddenly arose, and he didn't even know that it was the feeling before death.

He was calm in the outside seconds, that was for other immortals to see, to maintain his strong demeanor, in fact, secretly, he had already begun to turn ninety percent of his cultivation, and he was fully prepared.

Suddenly, Yan Fei, who was in the eyes of Wuchen Wujun, rushed straight towards him.

Yan Fei made the action of an immortal pointing the way, and rushed towards the Dustless Martial Monarch, the speed was not fast, even very slow, and all the immortals could see it clearly.

Yan Fei's sword finger was aimed at the Dustless Martial Monarch, and the sword finger was wrapped in a layer of faint sword yuan, glowing with a five-colored Xuanguang.

The bland moves and slow speed made Dustless Martial Jun's face instantly full of solemnity.

He turned ninety percent of his combat power around.

With a palm punch, an incomparably condensed palm print went straight to Yan Fei and slapped it, and as a result, when the palm print touched Yan Fei's sword finger, it instantly turned into nothingness, as if it had never appeared.

Wuchen Wujun was shocked in his heart, only he understood the power of his palm print. It is a strong man at the peak of the Great God Realm, and this palm is enough to kill him, but in front of Yan Fei, he is so vulnerable, and this kid's strength is so strong?

What a powerful guy, who is this kid's master, and what is the origin of this kid?

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about it.

With another palm, it was still the same, his palm print couldn't even make Yan Fei's speed slow down a little.

The two palm prints were broken like this, and the Dustless Martial Monarch directly operated ten percent of his combat power.

"Good boy, I really have some ability, and I'll take the old man's punch again. ”

WhewW...... The fist hangs on the wind, whirring, and the fist of the Dustless Martial Monarch carries the power of ten thousand jun, and it has the power of opening mountains and splitting the earth. At the same time, Dustless Martial Monarch's arms shook, and Zhou's body was suddenly covered with a layer of golden light.

Vajra Body Shield, Dustless Martial Monarch's defense instantly increased several times.

Being beaten passively has never been Yan Fei's character, and receiving the two palms of the Dustless Martial Monarch has already given him face, and when the Dustless Martial Monarch punches out the Ten Thousand Jun Fist, Yan Fei's sword finger directly shoots out a five-colored sword qi.

The five-colored sword qi could be described as indestructible, and it directly hit the Vajra body shield outside the Dustless Martial Monarch's body.

Burst!

What vajra body shield, what kind of strong body, in the eyes of more than a dozen immortal powerhouses, Yan Fei just like that, with a finger of sword qi, he directly penetrated the chest of the Dustless Martial Monarch. Crisp, neat!