On the cliff face, Yechen's feet were caught between the protrusions on the rocks, and his brow was slightly furrowed.

In front of him, Yu Fenhao and Xia Zhixin were well surrounded by the guards behind them with shields, and even if they were holding a treasure bow, their lethality was very limited.

Unless you can unleash the power of the Skeleton Archer.

However, Yechen would not be stupid enough to expend his strength in the hands of such a fool in such a dangerous place, you must know that even the skeleton archer of the martial spirit realm can only shoot five arrows, he is only a warrior realm, and the power of that kind of power is released, as long as he shoots one arrow, it is enough to suck his power dry.

"Chirp!" Yechen didn't fight back, it didn't mean that the other party stopped moving, Yu Fenhao and Xia Zhixin pulled out their bows, and one arrow after another continued to shoot towards Yechen.

Yechen moved, holding a blue sharp weapon long sword, his body began to run on the cliff, and the arrows shot at Yechen were all avoided by Yechen sideways, and when he couldn't avoid it, he used the long sword in his hand to slash away.

The distance between Yechen and the two of them is constantly narrowing.

In the distance, Yu Fenhao's face was filled with a faint sneer, Xia Zhixin stuck out his tongue and said, "It's so hard to shoot, is he a loach?"

Yu Fenhao snorted coldly: "If you dare to come up and look for death, then fulfill him." Sister Zhixin, you watch from the sidelines, I'll kill him!"

"Okay, Brother Hao, come on. ”

Both of them put away their bows unhurriedly, and beside Yu Fenhao, a middle-aged man guarded him and said, "Young master, be careful, this son is a little weird." ”

"It's just a little person, so why worry about it. Yu Fenhao said proudly, his eyes full of disdain, and then he took out his long sword from the storage ring, walked out of the crowd, and looked at Yechen with a cruel smile on his face.

Looking at Yechen who was getting closer and closer, Yu Fenhao sneered at Yechen and said, "Boy, you're quite flexible, and you're bold." Immediately, seeing that Yechen was about to approach him, Yu Fenhao held a long sword in his hand and slashed at Yechen.

The power of the peak of the martial artist exploded in full force at this moment, and I have to admit that although Yu Fenhao has a vicious mind, his talent in martial arts is really good.

Yechen looked at Yu Fenhao, sneered, and stepped on the ghost step under his feet, and the long sword in his right hand met Yu Fenhao's sword.

More majestic power came from the long sword, which surprised Yechen, and Yechen realized that the long sword in Yu Fenhao's hand was not an ordinary product, but a sword spirit weapon, and the exercises he cultivated were afraid that they had reached the emperor level.

The power that the emperor-level exercises and spiritual weapons can exert has surpassed the ordinary martial spirit level.

Fortunately, Yechen's strength has also reached the ninth order of the martial arts, which is much stronger than when he killed the martial spirit of the Soul Refining Sect for the first time, and in the blink of an eye, Yechen immediately changed his combat methods, and the long sword in his hand moved Yu Fenhao's sword, and his long sword was pushed aside, and the sword was chopped down from his right side, and the sword qi overflowed, splitting a deep ditch one meter long on the ground.

Yechen's unloading force made Yu Fenhao as uncomfortable as a punch on cotton, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose, and he punched out at Yechen.

"Boy, try my spirit-level martial arts, Divine Wolf Tyrant Fist. Yu Fenhao looked at Yechen with a sneer, his eyes full of contempt.

The power of the fists and feet, Yechen's eyes were full of disdain, and he slapped Yu Fenhao's fist with a palm.

King-level martial arts, fierce and ghostly.

Two forces exploded between the two. Yu Fenhao's body retreated ten steps in a row, retreating into the guards, a large hole in his right hand was broken, and some blood vessels were shattered by Yechen's power, and blood stained his arm red.

Yechen looked at Yu Fenhao who was retreating, and saw that part of his strength was still bombarded on Yu Fenhao's body, and he was blocked by the clothes on his body, otherwise, his injuries would definitely not only be this, this guy was even wearing treasure armor.

"Protect Childe!" The guards who had been ready at all times suddenly wrapped Yu Fenhao, and the middle-aged man who was following Yu Fenhao suddenly shouted loudly, "Prepare to fight, open the lock of the same life." ”

"Yes!" Behind him, no one was dissatisfied because he was on the same level as everyone else, and many guards let out a violent roar, and then everyone's hands emitted a pale yellow hazy light.

"Concentric locks?" Yechen gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness.

The long sword in the hand of the middle-aged man beside Yu Fenhao slashed towards Yechen, the speed of this sword was very fast, and Yechen held the sword to unload.

A huge force acted on Yechen's sword, knocking Yechen directly away, but fortunately, Yechen had already prepared and landed steadily on the ground with the help of this reaction force.

"Sure enough, it's a concentric lock. Yechen said coldly with a gloomy face.

Concentric lock, that is, a formation, is also a magic weapon, and it is also a king-level magic weapon, he can let the people who cultivate as a martial king combine their respective strengths, although Yechen only fought with one person just now, but he was facing the power of fifty people.

The king-level magic weapon is worth at least hundreds of millions. The configuration of these people in front of him was too luxurious, and Yechen knew that he would not be able to kill Yu Fenhao in the short term.

Yechen sneered in his heart: "Not long after, when I am promoted to martial artist, I will definitely kill all of you." Yechen wanted to release the dead creatures, but he held back, he faintly felt that there were ill-intentioned people watching from the side, and this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

The martial artist realm is a metamorphosis, even if these garbage have concentric locks, when the time comes, these treasures will be their own.

At the same time that Yechen was angry, the middle-aged martial artist on the other side was shocked, the sword that was split just now combined with the power of fifty peak martial artists, even if a fourth- or fifth-order martial spirit stood in front of them, he could also slash him with a sword, but he didn't expect that Yechen just retreated with the help of his own strength, and what was even more terrifying was that he was not injured.

The other party is just a samurai.

In the hearts of middle-aged warriors, a strong sense of jealousy emerged.

Yu Fenhao, who was lying in the crowd, looked at his injured right hand, although it was not fatal, it made him lose his face in front of Xia Zhixin, pointed at Yechen with his left hand, and roared sharply: "Zhao Kuo, kill him." ”

Middle-aged martial artist Zhao Kuo also said at this moment: "Kill him, this son can't stay." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged warrior took out a big bow from his back, and after pulling out the longbow, all the crystal silver light poured into the arrows, and the sharp cold light on the tip of the arrow was far away towards the night.

This bow is also a treasure bow.

The bow and arrow that gathered the strength of fifty peak martial artists had not yet been fired, and Yechen had already felt a strong threat, and the threat that this arrow brought to Yechen was even more terrifying than the power of the skeleton archer.

Yechen's reaction was also extremely fast, and the moment Zhao Kuo took off the bow, he had already stepped on the ghost steps and rushed towards the distance, and by the time the arrow was fired, Yechen had reached three hundred meters away.

"Chirp!" there was a loud sound that broke through the air, and the silver light wrapped around the sharp arrow, straight to Yechen's back.