Chapter 591

"Never die!"

The priest's face finally began to change. At this time, he could not be indifferent to the killing of the prince of his empire by Ye Fantian, but his face could not remain calm after hearing Ye Fantian's words.

If it was just an ordinary Wuwang level strong man, it might turn around, but if it was a 17-year-old Wuwang level strong man, it would not end well.

In any case, the gap between the two is too big. Who can guarantee that the 17-year-old Wuwang level strong man will reach what level at the age of 27, 37 or even a hundred years later.

No one will know. This infinite possible change is beyond his control.

"Hahaha... What an immortal! What an immortal!"

A touch of anger finally began to burn from the heart of Tianyun priest. As the high priest of the Empire, he has supreme glory and power. No one has ever been able to rage so wantonly in front of him. Even though it has a great relationship with the prince of his empire, he was really angry by the other party's attitude.

As the patron saint of the glorious kingdom, and in the same position as the patron saint, his deep feelings for his empire can be said to be quite terrible.

And ye Fantian's words have completely made him angry.

"Good... In that case, let's try!"

Pop pop

Ye Fantian's palm thunders loudly. Since the other party doesn't intend to move away, ye Fantian will not stop at this. His relatives and friends are ye Fantian's inverse scales, but Rong Zhihao has touched his inverse scales, so he must die!

The momentum began to boil between the two people, and conveniently threw Rong Zhihao aside, and the bandage on the priest Tianyun began to slide down slowly with his body.

The mysterious lines in his face continued to evolve, as if they were expressing some mysterious power. Then the bandage wrapped around him in the distortion began to float automatically without wind.

Rage!

Rage!

After hundreds of years of hard training, although only one-third of the strength of Wuwang level, the momentum achieved through the secret arts is still weaker than that of the Wuwang level strong man, or even worse.

With the wanton outbreak of the strong wind, everything around him began to twist gradually with his display, and a mysterious symbol about thirty or forty meters long appeared at his feet.

Enhancement, continuous enhancement.

Pop pop

The power of all kinds of attributes began to be completely vented with the emergence of the secret mark.

"Is this the real secret of the other party?"

Although he had guessed that this guy was unusual, ye Fantian couldn't help feeling surprised at the moment when the so-called priest broke out his real strength.

At the same time, a feeling of desire began to breed in his heart.

He, ye Fantian! Who ever feared!

Although this guy's momentum is unusual, but in contrast, ye Fantian has never been inferior to each other.

If the priest in front of him is a strong wind, then ye Vatican is xuanbing, a piece of eternal xuanbing, long hair and robes... Everything has not changed completely, but that amazing momentum has turned into a billowing wave, which has not stopped at all and has been pounding at each other.

One is a mysterious priest, the other is a terrible genius Wu Xiu who has reached the level of Wu Jun at the age of 17!

The two eyes are fiercely connected together!

Boom

"Seal - open!"

In the rapid binding of his hands, there was a terrible explosion sound on his body, as if he had torn something. The priest's face was distorted, as if he was suffering great pain. Finally, when the last handprint was formed, his face slowly recovered calm, but there was an unbelievable look on Ye Fantian's face.

Under the observation of the eye of judgment, everything is nothingness, and everything is in his insight, but now he feels that there is a gathering of water, fire, earth, gold and so on around each other's body.

This is also the first time that ye Fantian realized that there are so many attributes that people can gather.

Hiss

"Thunder Dragon!"

A roar came out of the high priest's mouth. With his voice, the beard at the corners of his mouth was constantly floating, and his long hair was flying like a crazy devil.

With the roar, a burst of ripples in the void, the next moment, the whole space seems to be controlled by some mysterious force and quickly twisted.

A huge Purple Blue Dragon appeared on his head, suspended, as if suppressed by terrible forces, roared and chanted continuously. The huge body was full of more than ten meters, distorted, and began to become ferocious in the eyes facing Ye Fantian.

Pa

The thunder burst, the dragon claw waved, and the whole space twisted wantonly. With its action, it began to break inch by inch.

When the dragon claw was waved, the priest's face turned pale this day. Obviously, it was not so simple to control the appearance of the lightning dragon.

"The level of King Wu's inferior!"

Ye Fantian said secretly in his heart, but his surprise still existed. He summoned such a terrible guy. Once he fought, it was quite terrible, but ye Fantian also obviously felt that the other party's vitality seemed to be reduced and his face became more old, Obviously, the cost has something to do with one's longevity.

Hum

A mysterious spear with purple and white light appeared in Ye Fantian's hand. When the spear was waved, the sound of thunder rang through, like the scepter of the ancient god of thunder.

"Go!"

Ye Fantian's mouth whispered.

The snow flowing magic gun in his hand seemed like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole, sending out harsh friction. The bright stars and lightning on the tip of the gun continued to riot. At this level, he naturally wouldn't choose to keep his hand, and shot at the other party's throat.

Maybe all this is a mistake, maybe a conspiracy, maybe the high priest doesn't know how bastard his prince is, but as long as he does it, he needs to pay for his actions. This is the law, the law of iron blood.

jungle law!

If ye Vatican had no strength, if ye Vatican and blood rain had not known each other, would all this not have happened, so ye Vatican's anger began to multiply.

With Fubo to rescue the blood rain, ye Fantian believes that no one can cope with the other party's attack, so at this time, the long gun in his hand has begun to rush forward, and his body is like a demon. The launch of the dragon snake step under his feet is accompanied by the blasting sound of thunder, flying sand and stones everywhere.

The appearance of Thor Juyuan technique greatly increased Ye Fantian's strength. The increase of speed under his feet naturally represents the change of strength and power.

For a moment, ye Vatican had avoided the attack of Thunder Dragon. The sound of the long gun was harsh, but it shrouded the other party's body rapidly and abnormally.

He felt the ice dragon shrouded in his throat, and the face of the priest Tianyun changed slightly, but his body stood still. The robe moved slightly, and the bandage wrapped around him danced rapidly, turning into a boa constrictor, fighting against each other.

At the same time, he whispered:

"Wind snake dance!"

Hissing, hissing

The snake sounded, and dozens of blue thumb thick and thin long snakes quickly gathered around his body.

Above the long snake, all kinds of chirps continued, but the next moment has thickened the prestige of the long snake.

Gun Gang move again!

A thick layer of gun gang has been built around Ye Fantian to protect his body, but the wind snake is also constantly hitting his body, and the cyan light on his body will dissipate for several points each time.

"Open the sky!"

He suddenly felt a terrible pressure behind him. He couldn't help but move. Then he attacked quickly. What didn't turn back was a claw!

Five scarlet lights flickered, tearing the Thunder Dragon that attacked.

The vigorous Qi was shocked. Compared with the thicker true Qi just now, it immediately surrounded the other party more tightly through the blessing of the opening claw.

Hiss

Roar

With a tear and a cry of Thunder Dragon, the next moment a claw of the other party has been torn down by Ye Fan.

One snake, one shot!

The blessing of the two weapons and the confrontation between the true Qi and even the strange forces have been turbulent to the range of 10000 meters. The continuous transformation of the terrorist atmosphere of the Tao has a panoramic view of the destruction of such a large villa.

"To the king... Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, ye Fantian saw that Rong Zhihao dared to choose to leave quietly when he fought with the other party, which made him angry.

"Coffin of frost!"

The right hand spear stabbed, and the next moment, the rapid knot of the left hand shrouded the past towards the other party.

For a moment, the high priest didn't think that ye Fantian's dark ice breath was so mysterious and amazing. Suddenly, the whole person was surrounded by a huge coffin. At this time, ye Fantian didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Then he rushed towards Rong Zhihao quickly.

Through this fight, ye Fantian has noticed that the overall strength of the other party is only at the level of King Wu level, but the secret skills may be more powerful if they cooperate with each other.

When the spear danced, Rong Zhihao's body was about to be touched at the next moment, but at this time, a terrible roar suddenly broke out. In the vibration of heaven and earth, above space and in the infinite void, a fierce beast like roar came out.

"Evil Xuanwu!"