Ye Hongfeng looked ahead, his hands folded on the hilt of the Nine Heavens Sword.

The barbarians still did not dare to come, and hesitated behind the black line.

Tens of thousands of barbarians didn't dare to cross the line by half a step!

Suddenly, there was a bright light in the desert in the distance, and then a loud noise was heard. That direction is the direction in which Silent Dust departs.

Ye Hongfeng's eyes were slightly moist, this old man with chivalrous righteousness, after all, he died for the country.

He raised his head and looked at the horizon, where a figure was disappearing. He knew this kind of technique, this was instantaneous, and it was a unique method in the Yuanying realm. That person was probably one of the Yuanying monks who had left the barbarian before.

The monk's figure became clearer and clearer, and in the blink of an eye, he swept in front of the barbarian army.

"When did my barbarians become so timid?" he stepped on his left foot, and the black line instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only dust still flying.

"Senior Zhuoma, this person is really too powerful......" A mantra behind him responded, but before he finished speaking, he was choked off by Zhuoma's neck.

Zhuoma faced the Terran monks, his gaze indifferent, as if he was looking at a swarm of ants.

Ye Hongfeng looked at the flying monk carefully, and saw that his body was covered with sword marks, and the wounds on his body could be recovered with his strong body. His hair was disheveled, and the aura on his body was extremely unstable.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, are you going to kill me?" asked Zoma with a smile, his eyes full of contempt.

Ye Hongfeng's brows stretched, and he responded with a smile: "The senior said that I laughed, with my strength to build a foundation, how could I kill you?"

"It's quite interesting, I think your cultivation is bold, it's better to join my barbarian, okay?"

Ye Hongfeng hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Do you know that the last person who asked me like this is dead...... Naturally, I can't kill you, but there are thousands of Terran monks, and there will always be one person who can kill you, do you say?"

The green tendons on Zhuoma's forehead burst out, and his fists slammed together, and the aftermath rippled and his lines were visible to the naked eye.

"You're not afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid of death, but there are many things that I can't do without being afraid, behind us is the Kingdom of God, how can we allow you barbarians to set foot?" Ye Hongfeng pulled up the Nine Heavens, bit his fingertips and smeared them on the sword, and the Nine Heavens turned from dark to glass.

The Soul Eater Bead hung in the air, echoing the misty clouds in the sea of qi.

"Sword up Shura Prison!" he snorted softly, and the black filaments of the Dao Dao spread out from the Nine Heavens, and gathered in front of Zhuo Ma. This is his strongest move so far, and hopefully it will give this Infant Monk some price.

Zhuoma didn't dodge with an instant, in his opinion, such a trick was far from a waste of his primordial essence. He smiled contemptuously, stretched out a hand and grasped it tightly, and suddenly the thin black line was difficult to take a step further. Then the inexplicable spiritual power wrapped the black sword qi, and the spiritual power was slowly compressed until the ball was exhausted.

Zhuo Ma punched out in the air, and ripples spread from his fist, turning into heavy waves and sweeping towards Ye Hongfeng.

Ye Hongfeng held the Nine Heavens Slash in his hand, but he had to retreat step by step. The Yuanying Cultivator only struck at will, and it was far from what the Foundation Building Realm could withstand.

Ye Hongfeng retreated to the edge of the ruins before he barely stood on his feet, and the barbarians regained their morale under the encouragement of Zhuo Ma, brandishing their scimitars and shouting to rush up.

Soldiers poured out from behind him, carrying spears to meet the barbarian warriors, who had only three thousand left, and ten thousand.

The soldiers fought bloodily in the barbarian army, and each of them was like a mad beast, fearless of death.

Ye Hongfeng's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush forward with his sword, but he was held down by a big hand.

Nangong Zhi came behind him and gasped and said, "I...... I can see that the Yuanying Manxiu is in the Tribulation Period at this time, and this kind of Heavenly Tribulation aura is all too familiar to the people of our Nangong family...... And the sin on that man's body is too heavy, if there is no other way, just lead the catastrophe to destroy him. ”

Ye Hongfeng glanced back at Nangong Zhi in surprise, he didn't know why the people of the Nangong family were familiar with the Heavenly Tribulation, but now Nangong's words rekindled hope for him.

Can kill Dolma...... To build the foundation of the realm!

"Buy me as much time as you can. After Nangong Zhi finished speaking, he went to the ruins and looked at the sky.

Ye Hongfeng looked at his figure, a little clear in his heart, but he didn't think about it. He raised his sword and rushed towards Zhuoma, and the cyan sword qi escaped.

Seeing that he was still rushing towards him without knowing whether he was alive or dead, Zhuoma simply stopped leaving his hand, his fists clenched, and there was lightning flashing on his fists.

"Purple Cloud Thunder Fist!"

Ye Hongfeng put the Nine Heavens horizontally and wanted to forcibly take this punch.

The fist collided with the sword, and sparks burst out. The remnants of the punch traveled down the blade of the sword to his arm, eventually burrowing into his viscera to destroy his internal organs.

Ye Hongfeng flew back to the direction of the ruins under the power of a punch, spitting blood from his mouth, and his face was pale.

The power of the fist is still undiminished, and it is going to destroy his internal organs along the meridians. I saw that there was a treasure light flickering on Ye Hongfeng's body, and a phantom of the inner armor slowly emerged from him, and the fist strength dispersed into nothingness the moment the phantom of the inner armor appeared.

When he left Jixue Village that day, his grandfather gave him two treasures, saying that they were begged for from overseas immortals. One is an ebony branch, which once saved his life from Wan Chengyuan in Yunshan, and the other is this silkworm yarn clothes, which now appear as inner armor.

Ye Hongfeng half-knelt on the ground, rubbing his chest. That blow didn't hurt him very much, and he hadn't taken half of his strength since the inner armor appeared.

On the ruins, Nangong Zhi's robe was slightly bulging, and his long hair was flowing.

He muttered softly: "Junior Nangong wants to break through the foundation and gather the sea into a pill." ”

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder flashed in it, which was a catastrophe brewing.

When Zhuoma saw that someone was about to lead down the Heavenly Tribulation, he wanted to rush up and kill the man, but the person's qi was locked by the Heavenly Tribulation, and he was afraid that if he approached him ten feet in front of him, the Heavenly Tribulation would come.

At that time, there will inevitably be only one situation.

Zhuo Ma turned around and stepped to escape, he was already in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, if he continued to use the power of the Yuan Infant, he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed, and he would naturally not need to be instantaneous.

Ye Hongfeng stood in front of him, holding his sword in both hands and facing Zhuo Ma, and said with a smile: "Why, don't play anymore, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Look for death!" Zhuo Ma clenched his fists, his qi was released, and the spiritual power gathered in his hands, turning into a huge fist and roaring towards Ye Hongfeng.

The Nine Heavens broke away from his hand, and the fist fell on him, and although it did not cause death, it was not pleasant.

Ye Hongfeng only felt a surge in his body, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Sun thief...... Lao Tzu can't die yet, come on. Zhuoma wanted to take advantage of this gap to leave, but before he could take a step, he was entangled again.

The barbarians rushed up one after another, wanting to protect Zhuoma, but they were silently wiped by Qiu Di one by one.

"Bang!" Zhuoma knew that if Ye Hongfeng was not killed, most of them would be planted here. He wrapped one hand around Ye Hongfeng's neck, and with the other hand, he kept pinching the spell and smashing it on him, Ye Hongfeng hugged Zhuo Ma's waist tightly, no matter how he hit it, he wouldn't let go.

A moment later, in Zhuo Ma's frightened expression, Nangong Zhi threw Ye Hongfeng's back collar towards the ruins with one hand, while Zhuo Ma stood expressionlessly in front of him, looking at his face.

Suddenly, Nangong Zhi chuckled lightly and said, "Although I am only building a foundation and repairing a small foundation, I am not afraid of death. Although you are a primordial infant, can you really escape the catastrophe?" he straightened his chest and shouted: "The grasshopper shakes the tree, dare to make the heavenly thunder descend on the world!"

The clouds in the sky reversed, and a purple thunderbolt fell from the nine heavens, drowning the two of them.