The battle in Yuheng Palace is still going on, the light of the spell is flashing everywhere, and the faces above the huge formation in the sky are becoming more and more terrifying, like a fierce ghost who has escaped from hell.

Those Terran monks, in front of the huge giant clan, were like small ants, although their cultivation may not be much different, but this kind of battle still makes people feel so unequal.

But what can it be? This is not a friendly exchange, but a race battle of life and death, and the Terran monks have no choice but to fight hard. Screams were heard occasionally, mostly from Terran monks, but after all, many Giant monks were killed. In this difficult situation, even though most of the Terran monks knew that the Terrans had a great disadvantage in the face of these alien races, but after hearing the screams of the alien monks, they cheered up one by one.

Aliens are not invincible, and Terran monks are able to kill them. Then what is there to be afraid of? There are hundreds of thousands of elite monks here, all of them are the elite of the human race, how many people can the giant clan come?

At this moment, almost all the monks of the human race have moved, the disciples of the Yuheng Palace, the disciples of the nine major sects and the ten major families who came to watch the ceremony, and the monks in the eight cities around the Yuheng Palace, their cultivation may only be in the realm of entering the gods, or even lower cultivation, but none of them are standing by the side, almost all of them are engaged in the battle.

Pei Daoqi saw that many low-level monks, even if they faced the branches of a plant in that formation, they were not the same enemy. Still unhesitating, he pounced on him, his old face couldn't help but burst into tears, and he yelled for those people to retreat.

Many people heard Pei Daoqi's shout, and they also obediently retreated, but just a few steps back, after seeing the tragic battle, their eyes turned red, and they roared again and rushed over.

If it doesn't matter how high or low the cultivation is, at this moment, where the Yuheng Palace is located, there are already tens of millions of monks who have been engaged in the battle. Perhaps those low-level monks who faced the formation of the Giant Clan alone would be a real ant, and any grimace in that formation would be able to deal with a group. But the number sometimes has some effect, the number of tens of millions is enough to affect the battle situation, at least, those Giant Clan monks who drive the formation, their faces are getting more and more ugly, and the load is getting bigger and bigger.

Of course, you have to forget the casualties of those low-level disciples.

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The huge sword did not give Ji Wuwu any damage to the phantom that Ji Wuwu manifested, but Yi Yunfei did not retreat, his eyebrows were burning, [Tianyantong] was overloaded, he used his Tianyan to scan the huge phantom from top to bottom, he wanted to find the other party's flaws. When he faced the demon monk's body, he was also huge, and he was still able to win because his [Heavenly Eye Pass] could see through all falsehoods.

And at this moment, this huge phantom was like a huge fire in Yi Yunfei's eyes, and the light emitted made his heavenly eyes feel a tingling pain. This illusory shadow was unlike any monk he had ever seen before, he seemed to be a huge ball of light, with no meridians, no flesh, no Yuan power.

"Is it an illusion? Why can't the Heavenly Eye see through it?" Yi Yunfei's figure retreated sharply, because the phantom did not stand still, waiting for him to find a way to crack it, and the huge fingers pressed down on the top of his head like a mountain falling from the sky. The terrifying strong wind pressed the ground down by more than three feet, and Yi Yunfei was like a flat boat on the sea in this strong wind, and it was not easy to stabilize his body.

Yi Yunfei's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, almost to the extreme, while fighting with his opponent, while paying attention to those monks here, none of them could see his movement trajectory clearly. The next moment, Yi Yunfei appeared on the face of the phantom, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed it down towards the phantom's eye socket.

The phantom's huge eyes radiated a blinding light, as if two more suns had hung in the sky. In front of these huge eyes, Yi Yunfei was as small as a mosquito on a round bronze mirror.

Yi Yunfei's punch was very fast, and he was gasping softly, because just now, he once again operated the [Divine Foot Pass] to the extreme, slowing down the entire time flow rate. Even so, when he threw his punch, he could see the phantom's eyes close rapidly, trying to block his attack.

He couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the other party would be able to react at such a speed when the time had changed.

But fortunately, [Shenzu Tong] rarely disappointed Yi Yunfei, and this time it still didn't. His iron fist struck the huge eyeball in his opponent's left eye the moment his opponent's eyes closed. He used all his strength, and under the pull of the muscles, his arms were tingling for a while. With such power, even if it is the earth, it will be blasted out of a huge crack, Yi Yunfei believes that even if this punch can't have too many effects, it can at least destroy the opponent's eye.

He wanted to throw a few more punches, but his opponent's eyelids were about to close, and he had to fly away, otherwise, he might really be caught by his opponent's eyelids like a mosquito.

The figure quickly retreated, stopping a few kilometers away from the other party, and at this moment, the speed of time under the control of [Shenzutong] returned to normal. His gaze never took off his opponent's face, and when he stopped, he was pleasantly surprised to see that his opponent's huge body, which had completely closed his eyes, actually shook.

After the huge head was hit in the left eye by Yi Yunfei's punch, the whole thing was thrown to the left, turning into a sideways face to face Yi Yunfei. Yi Yunfei watched his opponent's reaction intently, he didn't know how much damage this punch could inflict on his opponent.

But the surprise in his heart seemed to be being splashed with a basin of cold water, and the other party didn't have any hurt expression, and he didn't even show the anger after being beaten. The huge face was thrown to the left, and without the slightest pause, it turned back.

Yi Yunfei saw coldly in his heart that the phantom slowly opened his eyes, looking at him calmly, and he even saw the playful smile on his opponent's face. The imaginary eyeball shattered, but it didn't happen, as if Fang Cai's punch hadn't happened at all.

"Hopeless?" the Phantom had spoken much sharper at the moment, and there was even a mocking smile in his playful voice.

Yes, a little desperate, Yi Yunfei has already used all the means he can use, his right hand is dripping with blood at the moment, with his current physical strength, Fang Cai's punch has already injured his hand, it can be seen that he has used all the strength of his body.

But what can it be? The opponent doesn't even mean the slightest pain, how can this not make people despair?

However, Yi Yunfei always had a glimmer of hope, and he clearly remembered that Ji Wuwu had said before he cast this phantom that Yi Yunfei forced him to use a divine crown. Does it mean that the effect of this divine crown does not exist endlessly, is this a means of forcibly relying on external forces?

"I can hold you back, and I won't give you time to do anything else, and when your weird spell is gone, I see if you can still stop my fist. Yi Yunfei had already made up his mind at the moment, just now he was able to dodge the opponent's finger blow between the lightning and flint, which also gave him confidence, he believed that with the help of [Divine Foot Communication], he could be invincible.

"Sect Master!" Yang Ruoxi was also fighting at the moment, because of the barrier of the formation, the giant monk who was fighting with her had the advantage itself. And after she discovered Yi Yunfei's existence, a large part of her mind was on Yi Yunfei, which distracted her a lot, so her situation was not very good. However, Yang Ruoxi is indeed a smart person, and the barrier of this formation has indeed caused her a lot of trouble, but she found that while this formation is blocking her, it is also a constraint for the Giant Clan monk, because the Giant Clan monk also seems to be very afraid of rushing into the formation.

So although she was down, there was no danger. Whenever she is in crisis, she will quickly retreat and get out of her opponent's attack range. Then, in the angry roar of his opponent, he pounced on him again.

"Ruoxi, your method seems to be a bit cheap!" Zhou Yuwei's panting voice came not far away, with a strange smile on her face, looking at the crazy expression of the giant monk who fought with her, and shouted loudly.

This week, Yuwei is a more nervous girl, if it weren't for Yang Ruoxi's reminder, I'm afraid she would still be fighting to the death with the giant clan at the moment. And after Yang Ruoxi reminded her, there was no such life and death crisis, but she had some playful thoughts, angering her opponent again and again, and having fun.

"Kill!" Yi Yunfei swallowed some of the food he had bought in Zhongzhou, and the aura moistened his meridians along his stomach. A large number of spirit stones were taken out of the space ring, placed in his arms, and while moving his body rapidly, he frantically absorbed the spiritual energy in the spirit stones. After this large array was formed, he frantically extracted the spiritual energy within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, even if he had the technique of devouring the spiritual energy, the speed of cultivation and recovery could not keep up with the consumption.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Yi Yunfei was swept into his body by the palm of the phantom, and his body fell from the sky like a cannonball, sliding thousands of meters on the ground.

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out of his throat, Yi Yunfei's face turned a little pale, the opponent was too terrifying, but the edge of the giant palm touched him a little, and he felt that he was hovering on the line of life and death once.

"It seems that Ji Wuwu should have mastered this thing to control the Giant Clan. Yi Yunfei also understood something at this moment, Ji Wuwu had this divine crown in his hand, and those Giant Clan monks had no choice but to obey him.

At this moment in the battle, his face became more and more solemn, because he found that his opponent did not seem to be in a hurry. It seemed that the whole thing was a little different from what he had imagined, and the time limit of the divine crown he was looking forward to did not seem to exist. Otherwise, why would this phantom take the time to deal with himself without the slightest hint of anxiety?

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