Chapter 1707

The face of the Dragon Prince changed slightly. This voice, which he was naturally familiar with, was one of his nine Yin saints, but his heart was slightly strange. How the other party came here. However, when he heard the three words Ye Mingming, the anger on his face suddenly began to change.

"Damn it!"

"Bang!"

The dragon power suddenly burst out, and the flickering smell of terror was enough to suppress one side of the sky. The fierce power quickly turned into a knife awn, tearing a section of space, and the lingering energy in that space instantly formed nothingness.

The space cracked and turned into a trace like glass residue.

A move immediately attracted the attention of many strong people.

The heart also began to think secretly.

"Bang"

A staggering figure was quickly caught out of the crack.

His robe was broken, his body was full of scars, blood flowed, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He was in an awkward posture, and his body was constantly shaking, showing a trace of horror from time to time.

Who else can this person be if he is not the nine Yin saint.

"Hiss..."

An empty sound appeared.

Although he was thin and weak, he controlled the huge energy, took in the posture of heaven and earth, stood proudly, glittered under his feet, and wore a purple robe. He was extremely luxurious. Although he looked quite young, he was free, a breath of supreme glory.

Standing there, his face was indifferent. Although his appearance seemed ordinary and could only be regarded as beautiful, the pair of scarlet flashes seemed like a sharp sword through the heart, which made people unable to look directly at him.

"Leaf nameless!!"

The Dragon Prince's mouth clenched his teeth and cried.

His heart has endless hatred for ye Fantian.

At the beginning, he was suppressed by Yijia's peerless strongman, the terrible Dacheng eternal strongman, and was seriously injured. Then he got the news of his son's death. Later, ye Fantian caught the opportunity again and killed him, causing him a heavy blow.

And all this is caused by Ye Fantian.

Thinking of his almost irreparable trauma caused by Ye Fantian's action, the anger in the heart of the Dragon Prince began to become an insurrection that could not be covered up.

"Damn bastard!"

As a great power, a generation of genius and the darling of heaven, the Dragon Prince was forced to such a degree by Ye Fantian. What a shame to say.

Looking at the Dragon Prince, ye Fantian's face also showed a touch of slight surprise.

Unexpectedly, the Dragon Prince also came here, but soon Ye Fantian found that not only the Dragon Prince, but also many ancient families exist here.

The Gu family, the Wang family... And other families are all looking at Ye Fantian with strange eyes.

When early Ye Fantian was fighting against the tribes, they also sent people to chase Ye Fantian, but they didn't expect that ye Fantian not only didn't die, but became more and more powerful.

There was a look of horror on the Silver Knight's face.

The guy who was treated as a mole ant can now fight against the strong of all races?

This made him feel a touch of jealousy in his heart.

Ye Fantian is a little too young. He is so young and has such strength that he can't ignore the arrogant character of the Silver Knight.

"Dragon Prince... We meet again."

Ye Fantian looked at the Dragon Prince, raised a trace of cold in the corners of his mouth, and said slowly.

At this time, ye Fantian has his own ideas. His Mahayana Taigu realm has not completely erupted. Naturally, there is no Mahayana Taigu realm, but ye Fantian will not be afraid of these guys. He has his own killer mace and can ignore all this.

"Yes, I see you again, ye Mingming. This time, the prince wants you to die, your body to be lingchi, and your mysterious soul to fall completely."

The muscles on the Dragon Prince's face were twitching. Ye Fantian killed his prince, which was no less than a heavy stab in his heart.

"But this guy must die!"

Ye Fantian looked at the nine Yin saint and said faintly.

Ye Vatican came in the morning and was not afraid of anyone. Even if he couldn't fight, he could escape and completely ignore any threat, but the nine Yin saint was different. He was too terrible.

The fear of the other party is not only in strength, but in character.

An open gun is easy to hide, but an arrow is hard to defend. The nine Yin saint is a villain, a person who can even dare to make up his mind for his own survival. Only a small person can describe it.

Although Ye Fantian is not afraid of each other, he can only kill such a villain.

"Ye Mingming... You killed the strong man of our family. You are so presumptuous here. Today you appear here. I want to see who can save you!"

An old man who looked after his family shouted.

Although he was old, he was full of spirit, and his voice broke out, such as thunder, flashing terror waves, enough to release Wanjun's strength, as if there was a fierce tiger roaring, roaring, flashing huge waves, suppressing one side.

"Now kneel down!"

While talking, the old man's body suddenly shot.

A hand of heaven played all kinds of mysterious breath. The energy here was abundant, and the richness of various elements exceeded anyone's imagination. With one move, the gathered strength immediately formed a big handprint, which began to cover Ye Fantian's body.

"Boom..."

There are cracks on the sky. This hand contains boundless magic power and condenses the will of the strong man who cares about his family. It is clear that the other party is the strong man who hates Ye Fantian and killed his family. Naturally, this hand is also merciless.

"Hum... Qiang!!"

A metal crash began to appear.

The long sword came out of its sheath and the divine sword was sharp. The divine sword formed six divine awns and turned into a mark of the six awn star. The materialized mark rotated and began to hand at the other party's big handprint like a wheel.

"Bang!"

The strength was wantonly displayed.

Longwei broke out and began to violently revolt around in an instant.

"Poof..."

The sword Qi quickly broke through this big handprint. The terrible sword Qi kept flowing, like a dragon Python swimming and shuttling. He hit the old man's body, and a mouthful of blood immediately sprayed out.

"Dragon Prince... What do you mean!"

The strong men of the family looked at the Dragon Prince one after another.

Although the imperishable imperial dynasty at this time is terrible, here, there are all the strong people of other ancient nationalities. Even if the imperishable imperial dynasty is so strong, it is not without the power of confrontation. What's more, there is a great and eternal strong person in Yijia. They are more confident and can believe that among these ancient nationalities, It's definitely not just the strong man with Dacheng eternal at home.

"Hum... Do you still need to explain to you what the prince does? This is where I will never destroy the Dragon Emperor. What he left belongs to me. Your presence here is clearly a provocation against me. What qualifications do you have to ask the prince!"

The Dragon Prince looked at each other with a sneer and said faintly.

"Prince long, this boy got countless treasures. His subordinates chased and killed him at the beginning. Unexpectedly, this boy was very treacherous. He even designed the empress with a poison plan to hurt the empress, so that he threatened his subordinates with the empress and killed more than a dozen experts!"

The nine Yin holy master cried loudly to the Dragon Prince.

"What?!"

The prince of the dragon was obviously very concerned about Mo Wenqing. After hearing this, his face changed greatly:

"Empress Dowager? How is empress dowager Dowager?"

"The empress is all right. The protection of his subordinates just now led him here. Moreover, more than a dozen strong men sent by the Dragon Prince were also killed by the boy. The Dragon Prince should be careful. This little bastard has many tricks. Although the realm is not strong enough, his boxing is fierce and has a poisonous and unique skill that ordinary people can't imagine."

The nine Yin Saint shamelessly made up the content, but every time he spoke, the Dragon Prince's face began to become gloomy for several points.

"There are many evils, honey and honey, it's time to kill!"

Before he could make a move, suddenly, a voice as cold as black ice appeared.

The sword Qi was vertical and horizontal, and a divine sword light and shadow quickly appeared in front of the nine Yin saint.

In the stunned eyes of the other party, the sword Qi went directly into the eyebrows of the nine Yin saint and crushed his mysterious soul.

"No..."

Feeling the pain in his body, the magic Qi began to burst out. A trace of chaotic Qi continued to repair each other's body, but the chaotic Qi was not omnipotent. The huge sword Qi had completely cut off his vitality and made him unable to survive at all.

"The boy has a rare treasure... The fruit of nothingness, dragon grass, Elixir water... And... There are countless artifacts..."

The corners of the nine Yin saint's mouth trembled and cried.

His vitality has begun to die out, and he can die completely in a moment.

Don't ask about the cold frost on the pretty face. Looking at the fall of the nine Yin saint, the pretty face didn't have the slightest expression.

Standing there, like a female emperor, proudly infinite.

Looking at Mo Wenqing's appearance, the nine Yin saint's face suddenly showed a strange smile:

"He... Dared to blaspheme the empress and the noble body of the empress!"

the breaking of rock frightens the heaven!

"Peng!"

Don't ask for love, your pretty face is tight, your beautiful eyes are cold and shining, and your sword blows open fiercely. At this moment, the nine Yin saint is completely dead.

But that word has been transmitted to everyone's ears.

Many of the ancient strongmen are already looking at the Dragon Prince with a strange look.

Among them, there are many schadenfreudes

The Dragon Prince's face suddenly became very gloomy, and a terrible anger broke out quickly.

He -- angry!