King Zhenyan snorted coldly.

"Boy, this king doesn't want to waste time, if you really have the guts, the king of the northern border camp will accompany you to fight to the end."

Between the words, the momentum is extraordinary, and the fighting spirit is monstrous.

King Zhenyan sneered inwardly.

The young man in front of him, after all, was only in his twenties, and maybe he would really go to the Northern Regions with him, and then everything would be in his hands.

"The Northern Regions are too far away, is it absolutely defensive?"

"I want to try."

Ye Wentian's whole body exploded, and the majestic spiritual power rolled around his body.

There was a gleam in his eyes.

He took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he approached the Zhenyan King again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Punches in a row!

"Rumble ......"

With the blessing of the Nine Folds Change, Ye Wentian's every punch fell, comparable to that of a strong person in the Innate Realm.

"Imperial Gas!"

"Tie me."

Ye Wentian raised his hand and waved, and the spiritual power around his body condensed, turning into an invisible qi sword.

A finger drops.

The fierce sword qi like a rainstorm smashed into the person in front of him, and not surprisingly, he was also relieved of his power by Emperor Zhao's order.

"Ye Wentian, you are a madman, consuming spiritual power like this will not do you any good, you ......" King Zhenyan's face changed drastically.

This kind of meaningless thing, but any normal person will not continue to attack.

The winter cicadas in the distance couldn't help but be stunned.

"I know that if I don't break the defense, I still have to fight hard?"

"This son is really crazy!"

「……」

It was the darkness in the back, and his face had changed a rare moment at this moment, and his eyes showed a look of vigilance.

Once Brother Tian is overconsumed.

Even if he let these people go, he must ensure the safety of the temple master.

Meanwhile.

Ip Mantian's attacks did not stop.

"Is it really that hard?"

"Yin Charm."

"Soul Finder ......"

Under the continuous fist blades, mixed with secret art attacks, they smashed on the head of the Zhenyan King in a row.

Originally, the Zhenyan King, who could still resist one or two, could only defend passively.

The fist of terror keeps smashing!

There was a ghost crying wolf howling overhead!

Majestic spiritual power tore through the air!

In the blink of an eye, the entire basin was already in shambles.

"You ......" King Zhenyan's face became more and more gloomy, and the shock in the depths of his eyes was visible.

"This son, I can't stay!"

The defense was not broken, but the means shown by the people in front of him shocked the hearts of those present.

The winter cicadas in the distance are full of amazement.

With her knowledge, how could she not see the power of these methods and secret techniques, but anyone who is proficient in one is enough to be famous outside the region.

Such a continuous shot, without repeating the same.

I saw that the winter cicada had a dry mouth for a while.

"Humph!"

"Little bastard, if you have to find death, this king will give you a ride today." King Zhenyan snorted coldly, and the murderous intent burst out in his eyes.

Emperor Zhao's order does have an absolute defense, but if he continues to fight like this, he has some bottomless in his heart.

The teleportation effect of this treasure is only once, and after using it, this heavy weapon is reduced to scrap iron, and the king of Zhenyan is unwilling to use it until it is forced to do so.

The voice fell.

King Zhenyan raised his hand and threw the black order on his waist to the top of his head.

"Hum!"

「……」

There was a hum in the air.

Immediately after, under the shocking gaze of the people in the audience, the position above the head of the Zhenyan King was distorted, as if something was constantly sinking into the air.

Ye Wentian paused and looked up.

"Brother Tian, that is the ancient array teleportation, and there is the power of King Zhao City behind it, we can't stop it." Darkly on the previous one

step, explained in a low voice.

"Indeed, it's very old."

Ye Wentian's eyes flashed.

This kind of teleportation, he had only heard the village chief mention it, and it was the first time he had seen it, and the distorted runes were full of vicissitudes.

If you want to break this kind of ancient thing, you can only find something older than it.

And at this time.

The twisted shape on the top of the Zhenyan King's head was much clearer, it was a channel where spiritual power was tumbling and twisting.

At the end of the passage, a faint figure can be seen.

"Please national teacher, kill this son!" King Zhenyan showed a slight deference on his face, raised his hand and bent over.

The figure gradually became clearer.

It can be seen that an old man wearing a white-veined sacrificial robe with a wrinkled face is standing opposite.

The hair is half white, the body is obviously rickety, and the whole body is full of old age, only the pair of eagle eyes, blazing.

Next to the old man, there was also a man.

In his early thirties, his face was grim, his eyes were deep, and there was a wordless momentum between his eyebrows.

"This man!"

Ye Mantian's eyes suddenly turned red.

The monstrous aura swept through his body, staring at the man in the passage.

The birthmark on his neck and his cold and deep gaze were the man on the portrait when he was in Xiao's house before.

The culprit of the Ye family's fire fourteen years ago!

"Who is this man?" Ye Wentian asked.

"National Teacher...... Zhaoguo National Teacher, it is rumored that this person has never been out of the royal city, there is no information about him in the dark temple database, and there is only one person who is known as the national teacher and looks at the outer regions."

After a moment's thought, he quickly made a judgment and responded immediately.

Ye Wentian's expression was cold.

Take a step forward.

"Old thing, get out!"

A cold snort.

Ye Wentian approached, and the twisting and tearing in front of him made marks on his body, but his figure did not take half a step back.

The closer you go, the stronger the terrifying tearing force becomes.

On Ye Wentian's body, white marks appeared, faintly revealing a red color, which showed the strength of the tearing force.

King Zhenyan couldn't help but snort coldly: "Hmph, ignorant child, kill yourself."

"Please ask the national teacher to help."

Let's talk about it.

King Zhenyan raised his hand again and saluted.

"King Zhenyan is serious, the old man is here, no one can kill you." The voice of the national teacher came, and the vicissitudes of life were hoarse.

When it came to my ears, it was incomparably clear.

The tone, there is no doubt about it.

"Whoop!"

「……」

As soon as the old national teacher raised his hand, the spiritual power channel trembled, and the tearing force condensed and turned into an invisible blade.

In the next second, he slashed straight at Ye Wentian.

"Bang!"

"Bang ......"

Ye Wentian raised his hand, his palm went up, and he took the knife head-on. Chinese Net

His body shook, the qi and blood in his body surged, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body also took two steps back.

Innate Realm!

That old thing is a real innate realm.

With a judgment in his heart, Ye Wentian stabilized his body, did not continue to retreat, and he was confident in the old thing under the full battle.

"Huh?"

"Domain Master...... King Zhenyan, unless the old man comes in person, he can't kill this son, and the old man will send you out of the dangerous place first."

The old national teacher sighed lightly and glanced at Ye Wentian deeply.

Then he turned his head and his gaze fell on King Zhenyan.

"This ......"

"It's fine."

"Boy, this time you are lucky, live well, your life is remembered." King Zhenyan took a deep breath and drank coldly.

Even the old national teacher couldn't kill this son, which really shocked him.

Now, let's get out of here.

Wait back

When you go to the Northern Regions, find another opportunity, and next time you will have no place to bury this son.

Ye Wentian's eyes froze.

"You can't go." The voice is not loud, but it is unusually firm.