The Martial Sect master of the bear clan shot out like a cannonball and blasted towards Wang Ziyu, who was saving people.

Wang Ziyu sensed the danger, and his body suddenly flew high, not wanting to affect the human race below.

This kind of battle of masters, even if they are resisting, will cause huge destructive power.

"Do you want to run?" the Martial Sect's first-order bear man master smirked, then his body changed direction to face upward, catching up with her faster than Wang Ziyu, and then slapped a palm at her.

Wang Ziyu turned around, the sword in his hand flashed with sword light, and slashed towards the palm of the bear man martial sect, the palm of the bear man master, the ice was filled, and it seemed to be indestructible.

"Ding Ding Dong Dong!" The violent impact sound, Wang Ziyu actually blocked the impact of the bear people master, and was on a par with the first-order martial sect, which made countless people feel incredible.

The sky was filled with cold, and Wang Ziyu was inseparable from the master of the bear people.

In the distance, another Martial Sect first-order master frowned, and then turned into a white shadow and flew into the sky.

"Fairy be careful. Countless people shouted, for fear that Wang Ziyu would suffer.

In front of Wang Ziyu, a black figure suddenly shot up, this black figure was wearing a hideous mask, holding a silver spear like Yechen, and then threw it towards the flying Martial Sect, which was another Martial Emperor level master.

"Look for death!" "Bear Man Wuzong was furious, the bear paw slapped forward fiercely, and Wang Ziyu recognized it as powerful, after all, he was the descendant of the Ice and Snow Empress, but this suddenly appeared figure also dared to block himself, making this bear man master feel that he was being looked down upon.

The two sides collided violently, and the silver spear in Lan Wen's hand slapped forward.

The bears fly fast, but fly out faster. Just a confrontation, he was slapped out by Lan Wen's silver gun, and there was a thick expression of horror in his eyes.

"Boom!" the City Lord's Mansion was blasted out of a large pit, and the bear people lay among the rocks, spitting blood.

The next moment, Lan Wen's body shot out, without mercy in her hand, the silver spear fell from the sky, and with the spear of the silver spear, she fiercely rushed towards the bear clan master below.

"No!" the bear clan roared, feeling an irresistible force from the silver spear, the master in front of him was far from being comparable to Wang Ziyu.

"Presumptuous!" In the sky, Xiong Dun was furious, the martial arts masters below were his right-hand men, how could he watch them die, his right hand gathered strength and slapped it downward.

Countless ice picks formed in the sky and struck at Lan Wen.

Yechen slapped a palm in the sky, and the strong power of death suddenly emerged, blasting through the ice picks in the sky, and said with a faint smile: "Don't be distracted, your opponent is me." ”

"Bastard!" Xiong Dun roared, furious, he never thought that such a master would suddenly be killed from below, putting his subordinates in a life-and-death crisis, and because he was in the air, after the blow just now was interfered with by Yechen, it became impossible to rescue.

He only hoped that the two of them could hold on for a long time, and he saw that the bear man who was fighting against Wang Ziyu had turned around to rescue his companions, and the bear man who was injured and fell to the ground condensed the power of ice to form a thick shield to block Lan Wen's spear.

Xiong Dun raised his head, and in his eyes that looked at Yechen, a raging flame burned: "Since this is the case, then I will kill you first, and save you from getting in the way." You ......"

Xiong Dun said to the people behind him: "Go and kill those people on the treasure ship." Cut off the source of his power. ”

"Yes!" Behind Xiong Dun, many Martial Emperors and Martial Kings flew out.

Xiong Dun's right hand was grasped, and a white light burst out to form a metal long stick, which was silvery-white, and the whole body was full of cold air.

"Good baby!" Yechen's eyes were glowing with fiery light, this treasure had been warmed for a long time, it was definitely a sect-level treasure no less than a horse slashing knife, if it was in its hands, it could be exchanged for a large number of cultivation resources for the dragon blood warriors.

The Dragon-Blood Warrior is equal to the power of Yechen itself.

The bear-people's palms are not bear's paws, but are furry and similar to human palms, but with a layer of white fur, which is larger and more powerful than the humans' palms.

Xiong Dun held the long stick in his hand, stepped across the space, and smashed it into Yechen's head, this stick carries the power of Wanjun, and the power of the frost has the effect of slowing down, Xiong Dun's iron rod seems to be bulky, but after the frost slows down the opponent, it will still not be at a disadvantage in speed.

Yechen seemed to enter the side of the cold glacier, and his whole body was wrapped in cold, and the cold wind blew people's eyes and bodies painfully, and the flow of blood seemed to slow down a lot.

Standing in the sky, Yechen said lightly: "You, you're just a seventh-order martial sect, and you dare to be presumptuous in front of me." ”

Yechen raised his head slightly, and there was endless power surging in the same fate lock to wrap around his whole body, and the silver icy death power wrapped around his whole body, dissipating the power of the frost and making his blood boil again.

"Die!" Xiong Dun's iron rod slammed down, and the cold air spread across the entire long stick, turning into a huge giant stick that reached the sky, the stick was thirty meters long, and the whole body was made of frost, and a strong cold air was exuded around it.

The power of this blow is astounding.

This is the power of martial arts, sect-level martial arts.

"Boom!" The huge force exploded between heaven and earth, and the white giant stick smashed Yechen's silver spear, and a strong qi spread out around Yechen, forming a strong shock wave that spread into the distance.

Under the huge long stick, Yechen stood in the sky, holding the silver spear to block the giant stick below, the silver spear continued to emit a dazzling silver light, the corners of Yechen's mouth were slightly upturned, and he whispered: "Is this your strength? It's too weak." ”

"What?" Looking at the intact Yechen and feeling the power of the shock from the long stick, Xiong Dun's eyes were deeply shocked.

The opponent's strength is so powerful that he blocked one of his martial arts, and such a power already has the power to crush himself.

How can it be so powerful.

"Quick, kill them!" Xiong Dun roared at his subordinates who flew over, the source of Yechen's power came from the dragon blood warriors behind him, as long as they were killed, Yechen's power would be broken.

Yechen sneered and said, "Since you know that it is the same fate lock, you still send them to death?"

As Yechen's voice fell, on the Feiyunbao boat, Meng Xinqi flew out with Song Jia and Huang Xinrou and greeted the crowd of masters who flew over.

Xiong Dun smiled and said: "I know that they are going to die, but so what, in order to resist this group of people under me, they will take away your strength, and now you are still my opponent? ”

(End of chapter)