"You're going too far!"

An Tingzhi felt insulted.

He is the master of the younger generation of the An family in the ancient city of the clouds, and he is a top genius in the family, but he didn't expect to be despised by a country girl from a vassal country here.

"Sister, they look rich. Hey. Ye Gucheng showed a demonic smile.

"It's just five or six people, leave it to the lonely city for you to practice." Ye Luo simply pushed it aside, letting his younger brother fight alone and exercise his actual combat ability.

"Okay! You won't be disappointed, sis! ”

Ye Gucheng's body exuded a very evil purple crystal, which set off his fair skin like a living person.

As soon as he raised his hand, a purple crystal was awe-inspiring. It contains the surging power of demons, mighty like a tide, shocking the universe. In an instant, a fierce struggle with An Tingzhi began.

An Tingzhi is the peak of a first-order mad martial artist, and Ye Gucheng is the peak of a seventh-order mad warrior.

With a difference of four levels, Ye Gucheng didn't have to fight hard at all, and there were contacts and contacts.

"Thirteen Swords of Cloud Hunting!"

An Ting's big move, the surging cloud and water knife shadow, drawing thirteen swords in the air, each of which is as powerful as a thousand powers, communicating the power of water and sky.

Ye Gucheng suffered a little. He was empty-handed.

The previous Purple Water Ripple Sword was no longer worthy of his current cultivation, because he was in a hurry to leave, he temporarily decided to take the exam, and Ye Luo didn't have time to refine a new handful spirit weapon for him.

"Purple Evil Phantom!"

Ye Gucheng's body was divided into three, turning into three purple seductive shadows, extremely evil, and instantly dodged, avoiding the sword momentum of the Thirteen Swords of Hunting Clouds.

"It's-"

A layer of sweat beaded on An Tingzhi's forehead. How can it be? Will this stinky boy be doppelgänger? What's even worse is that he didn't even cut a clone?

"Smack-"

A clone of the Purple Evil Phantom kicked An Tingzhi in the back of the heart.

"Poof—"

An Ting's mouthful of blood spurted out, his body staggered, and the Cloud Hunting Knife was inserted into the ground, stabilizing his body and almost falling.

Ye Gucheng's three purple evil clones instantly became one with three, revealing their bodies. He stretched out his right hand, condensed it into a claw, and just wanted to clasp it on the top of An Tingzhi's head and devour his madness, when he felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from the direction of the south.

Ye Gucheng subconsciously took a step back.

Almost instantly, a silver prism burst through the air.

"Huh" had to pierce into the place where Ye Gucheng was standing just now.

The ridge pierced into the ground, poking the ground into a three-meter-deep pit, and the hole was still black and red, and the power could be seen.

"It's a pity. Boom. ”

The ghost-eyed madman missed a blow, and his position had already leaked, and he walked out from behind the tall shadow.

Ye Gucheng's face changed: "It's you?" The head of the Divine Star Gate? ”

The ghost-eyed madman didn't care about Ye Gucheng at all, his black-red pupils stared at Ye Luo with shimmering eyes, full of hatred: "Miss Ye, we meet again."

Ye Luo frowned.

She only felt the coercion of a ninth-order mad martial artist, like a dense black and red substance, emanating from the person in front of her and crushing it.

The other party wants to mentally oppress himself.

It's a pity, useless.

Her golden pupils possess super immunity to such soul path attacks.

The spiritual coercion of the Devil-Eyed Maniac Ninth Order Mad Martial Master-level was just a small wave of disgust in her golden pupils, and it automatically disappeared.