Xue Yuan Country, outside the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion.

I saw Ye Zheng's right hand move, ignoring the nine blood-colored gun shadows, and pointing forward.

Seeing this scene, the martial artists present all widened their eyes, and their faces showed a look of disbelief.

"Wow!"

"That kid doesn't want to die, and if he wants to die, he doesn't look for it like this. ”

"The Ye family master is finished!"

Everyone seemed to have expected that Ye Zheng's right hand was twisted into flesh and blood by the nine blood-colored shadows, and after that, there was a picture of the entire body.

"Broken Yuan Finger!"

Ye Zheng didn't care what others thought, he whispered softly, and a faint golden light bloomed on his fingers.

Broken Yuan Finger is a god-level divine power used by Ye Zheng in the Divine Domain, and it is a method specially used to break the defense of Yuan Force, whether it is a Yuan Force shield, or a defense Yuan soldier, or a Yuan Force attack, etc., the Broken Yuan Finger can shatter the Yuan Force in it.

Martial arts are generally divided into four levels, namely: mortal level, emperor level, emperor level, and god level can also be called divine powers, and divine powers are divided into small and large magical powers.

Each level of martial arts is divided into three grades: lower, middle, and upper.

At this time, Ye Zheng's fingers were like golden water pouring out, and the sharp gold qi of the Dao on it was entangled, as if it could shatter everything.

Clang!

A sound of gold and iron resonating, Ye Zheng's finger pointed on one place.

As Ye Zheng's fingers pointed out, in an instant, the nine blood-colored spear shadows that stabbed at him were all shattered and disappeared.

Only, leaving the tip of the blood-colored spear body and one of his fingers collided together.

"Can anyone tell me what I saw?" said a warrior, wiping his eyes, incredulous.

"The flesh is hard to carry the Yuan soldiers, this is really something that a warrior can move to?"

Ji Ziwei was more shocked than everyone present, because he clearly felt that the moment the blood-colored spear in his hand touched Ye Zheng's fingers, the Yuan Force that was originally attached to the spear was directly shattered.

"You, you, how did you do it!" Ji Ziwei stammered and asked subconsciously, and he didn't know if he was asking again, how did Ye Zheng find the body of the only blood-colored spear among the nine blood-colored spear shadows, or was he asking, what method did Ye Zheng use to break the Yuan Force carried by his blood spear.

Yuan Li is the product of the extreme compression of the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, every trace of Yuan Force has incredible power, it is not a martial artist who is one or two great realms higher, it is difficult to break the Yuan Force of a martial artist.

Yuan force and Yuan force can only cancel each other, just like the power competition between two ordinary people, two forces and two forces can only be canceled out, but not the power of one of them can break the power of the other.

The role between Yuan Li and Yuan Li is known to a martial artist, so Ji Ziwei's shock can be imagined.

Ye Zheng smiled coldly, how did Ji Ziwei know what kind of existence he was in the duel with him, what kind of secret method he would have, and what he had experienced?

The hardships of cultivating the "Heavenly Source Overlord Body Decision" for three days were not in vain, and his own flesh and body had been constantly shattered and reorganized, and he had been tempered by the power of the Thunder Tribulation, and he had long been comparable to an ordinary first-order Yuan soldier.

In addition, the great divine power 'Broken Yuan Finger' that he mastered was not too difficult to block the attack of a first-order Yuan soldier.

"Ji Ziwei, do you think that the head of this family is still the same me as before? ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you're a waste, a waste that I can kill at will. Ji Ziwei roared furiously, he couldn't accept it at all, Ye Zheng actually used a finger to block his mortal-level martial arts on the spot.

"Give me death, go to death!" The eldest young man of the Ji family frantically urged the yuan power in the dantian yuan base and injected it into the blood-colored spear in his hand.

Suddenly, the entire spear bloomed with a strange blood-colored light, as if it was about to pierce Ye Zheng's fingers.

"Stubborn, to the head of the family, broken!"

As the word "broken" fell, only the sound of clicking came out.

Immediately, all the warriors saw the blood-colored spear held by the Ji family's eldest and younger, a first-order Yuan soldier who was worth a lot of money, and it actually started from the tip of the spear. The pieces were shattered.

In the entire blood-colored spear, only one handle was left in Ji Ziwei's hand.

Ye Zheng smashed Ji Ziwei's blood-colored spear with one finger, and then, he took a step forward, and in Ji Ziwei's unconfident gaze, he turned his finger into a palm, and slapped Ji Ziwei's chest with one palm, slapping him dozens of meters away.

A blood line was left along the way.

Ji Ziwei was in a state of confusion the whole time, even if he was beaten to the ground vomiting blood, he didn't come back to his senses.

His first-order blood shadow spear was actually smashed by a finger, could it be that his Ye Zheng's finger was not done by Yuan Bing.

Ji Ziwei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up from the ground, Ye Zheng's palm did not cause him much harm.

"I was able to stand up. Ye Zheng was slightly surprised, he couldn't know how powerful his palm was, not to mention Ji Ziwei, a martial artist of the Eightfold Yuan Base Realm, even if it was a ninefold palm, he would be knocked to the ground by his own palm, and he couldn't get up.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng's gaze froze, and he looked at the place where Ji Ziwei was slapped by himself.

I saw that under the somewhat torn clothes, there was a trace of metallic luster, which was revealed.

"First-Order Defense Yuan Soldier Inner Armor. ”

"Haha, that's right, Ye Waste, even if you are physically strong, you rarely have an inner armor to protect yourself, how can you hurt me?" Ji Ziwei laughed arrogantly, he ripped off his broken clothes, revealing a silver inner armor.

Although Ji Ziwei was stabbed by Ye Zai's finger and smashed the Yuan soldiers, and spit out a mouthful of blood, Ji Ziwei didn't think that Ye Zao was so powerful, he just thought that Ye Zao was cultivating some low-cost methods for refining the body, and he was not afraid.

"Waste, you dare to hurt Ben Shao, give Ben Shao ......" Just when Ji Ziwei pointed at Ye Zai and wanted to scold, a crisp voice interrupted his words.

"Ji Ziwei, what do you want to do? Who is giving you the right to fight Ye Zheng like this?" As the crisp words fell, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and a beautiful girl of about sixteen years old, dressed in a simple but difficult to hide her noble temperament, appeared in front of Ji Ziwei.

Before Ji Ziwei could speak, the girl began to say again: "What do you want to do with such vicious eyes, anyway, you are also a martial artist with Yuanji Eightfold Cultivation, is it appropriate for you to bully me Ye Zheng as an ordinary person?"

The girl didn't see that Ye Zheng smashed Ji Ziwei's first-order blood-colored spear with one finger and injured him.

Instead, he saw Ji Ziwei looking at Ye Zheng fiercely, looking like he was going to kill Ye Zheng.

"Poof!"

Listening to the words of the simple girl, Ji Ziwei's injuries, which he had managed to suppress, broke out again, and he spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

[This is too bullying, who is bullying whom. ] 】