Chapter 1113

"Boom..."

Residual blood burst out and dyed the sky red!

His eyes are like the devil of hell, looking coldly here.

The face of the eleven saints began to show an extremely crazy look, and his heart was extremely angry.

Looking at the residual blood on the ground and the corpse that had become broken meat, he knew that his two men were finished.

But just now he didn't have time to help. Ye Fantian's speed was as strong as a demon, which was not enough for him to react.

When he wanted to fight, ye Fantian had completely killed both.

"Master, this boy is not simple. There should be a strange treasure on him. Otherwise, how could he kill two strong men who are so higher than his level? It's completely impossible."

A subordinate whispered to the eleven saints.

He is a strong man of Mahayana and has entered the eternal realm of bone refining. The cultivation of the third heaven, a gap between heaven and nature, naturally looks further.

The eleven saints did not speak, but looked at Ye Fantian coldly, and the original angry posture began to dissipate gradually.

He is a great man himself. He has a great reputation and is the best among many big families. Just now he lost his life because of excessive anger, and now he has gradually recovered.

Ye Fantian did not pay attention to each other now, but quietly looked at the remnant corpse on the ground, but his heart was extremely excited.

The strength of the ancient characters of dragon soul is beyond his imagination.

The fist itself evolved from the "dragon". The roar of the dragon, the claw of the dragon, the long tail of the dragon, and the pressure of the Dragon

The ancient characters of dragon soul now seem to completely activate the fist technique of the overlord World Dragon Seal boxing, just like Ye Fantian driving a real dragon.

"The ancient character of the dragon soul is a good character, and this is still the beginning. When I wait until the future, I can't say that I will play a more powerful power than the real dragon. The strength just now has a continuous degree, as if there is a real dragon driving myself in my boxing."

After thinking of these, his heart looked forward to it more.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the whole person's nerves were feeling the change of every inch of his muscles, as if there was a great energy about to break through his body.

A dragon!

As if, the eleven saints felt that ye Fantian in front of him seemed to have changed. What stood in front of him was no longer a person, but a dragon, a real dragon!

"How can I suddenly feel like this? No, no, no... impossible. I'm a supreme strong man and a peerless genius. Among many families, only a few people can fight me. This boy's original strength should be the level of Taigu. He must be a separated disciple. How can he fight me?"

The eleven saints were unwilling to admit it, but there was fear in his heart. Even if he wanted to kill his two men, he couldn't punch one by one.

"A strange treasure must be a strange treasure. If such an important treasure is not used by me, it will be a loss. I want to get this treasure. Otherwise, it will be a great loss to me. His little generation in the eternal realm can kill the strong man of Mahayana. If I get it, how powerful will it be The effect. "

A trace of killing intention slowly began to flow out along his eyes:

"Boy, your strength is really strong. Even I feel your potential is strong, but your strength is still not good. Even with the help of your own treasure, you can suppress my two men, but you are still not my opponent!"

Ye Fantian looked at the eleven saints with a sneer. He was naturally very clear about each other's meaning, but he was not afraid. He had more than one conversation like this, but the results were very similar.

Hiss

Let's go!

Ye Fantian had no idea of talking too much with each other for a long time, and directly began to fight.

The fierce hand exceeded the other party's imagination, suppressed the void, shrouded half of the space, and completely shrouded the other party's body.

"Die!"

Ye Fantian's move surprised the eleven saints. He completely didn't expect that the other party would take the lead and immediately welcomed him.

"The Emperor Dragon is towering!"

He shouted.

Summon a real dragon again.

The Emperor Dragon is towering. This is a rare move by Ye Fantian, but it doesn't mean that the other party is weak. On the contrary, it is absolutely more powerful than expected.

With the word "emperor", it naturally has the effect of emperor.

The Dragon itself symbolizes power and status. Therefore, at this time, the exertion of the other party also leads to Ye Fantian's own imperial breath.

Lei Di himself is the Holy Spirit, full of a great imperial spirit. After ye Fantian swallowed each other's power, this imperial spirit reached a rare level.

After one punch, ye Fantian turned into an emperor, and the terrible dragon chant resounded through the sky.

Click!

A crisp sound came out, and suddenly several residual shadows began to fall to one side.

The strong people around opened their mouths for a while and looked at all this in front of them unbelievably. Although Ye Fantian's impact on them has reached a certain degree, when it really appeared, it still made them have an incredible feeling.

With just one punch, ye Fantian flew this group of strong men out. How much strength does it take.

"Unique, it must be unique!"

The hearts of the strong secretly thought.

Then came a greedy idea:

"If it's really because of my unique learning, if I learned it, it will certainly achieve a more powerful and terrible effect."

Under such an idea, everyone's eyes suddenly began to change.

In their view, ye Fantian is a human treasure house. He not only got the treasures of the Dragon cemetery, but also has a unique skill. If he gets it, it will be no less than climbing to heaven step by step.

Ye Fantian did not relax. On the contrary, he looked at the eleven saints with a sharp look.

He just used 20 divine patterns to communicate the breath of the emperor. This move of Emperor Dragon is more powerful than the domineering and ferocity of fist and fist, but it only killed a strong man in the eternal realm and seriously injured others. Unfortunately, the eleven saints were unharmed.

Just a little disorder in breath.

The strength of the eleven saints cannot be underestimated.

"Well, boy, you have succeeded. You have successfully released my anger. For many years, you are the first person who dares to be so presumptuous in front of me. Now there is a sword formula that I haven't used. I didn't intend to use it on a small person like you, but now I have to use it, because my anger has been successfully provoked by you."

The roar came out, and suddenly the space trembled, and a sad thunder flashed out. In the range of 10000 meters, the sword meaning began to fill it.

"Empty sword cutting formula - out!!"