Chapter 1517

Ye Ziheng came to Tianmen Mountain. He saw the man, the man called destiny, the man called invincible.

This man looks very ordinary, ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, looking at ye Ziheng's eyes with a soft light, it seems that he is not so terrible as the legend.

But after seeing the destiny, ye Ziheng felt the roar of countless spirits in the abyss of human remains. They used every bit of their strength, just wanted to rush out and kill the man.

"Ye Ziheng, kill him! Kill him! "

In ye Ziheng's mind, the voice of the emperor came, full of anger. Ye Ziheng was the same time that he heard the voice of the emperor who was so irrational.

But ye Ziheng is still calm. Before killing the guy in front of him, he has many questions to ask him.

"Here you are. I've been waiting for you for a long time. "

Before he had time to say anything, destiny took the lead in opening a few words not far away, looking at ye Ziheng, looking up and down, as if he were looking at a carefully crafted work of art.

Ye Ziheng doesn't understand what this kind of vision of destiny means, but he doesn't want to understand either. He only wants to know one thing now.

"Where is he Xiaan!"

Ye Ziheng's tone is not like asking, but rather questioning. His eyes are full of anger.

"Do you want to know?"

Heaven asked with a smile on his face.

Ye Ziheng's eyes squinted at Tianming, as if he noticed something.

"Then defeat me first!"

As soon as the voice fell, destiny drew out the sword and killed ye Ziheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Ye Ziheng saw this and quickly raised the golden thunder sword in his hand to stop the attack.

"When!"

The sword of destiny fell heavily on ye Ziheng's sword and made a clear sound. The eyes of the two men exchanged at this moment. Ye Ziheng seemed to see a desire in the eyes of destiny, but he was not sure what kind of desire it was. What destiny sees in ye Ziheng's eyes is only anger.

In less than a second of contact, the two quickly separated, followed by a long sword and long sword collision sound, as clear as iron, loud.

"When!"

"When!"

"When! When! "

After several rounds, ye Ziheng's physical strength is almost exhausted. This way of attack consumes too much power.

I don't know if it's because of the alien gate. There's no sign of fatigue at all. On the contrary, it's still alive.

Ye Ziheng saw this, so he had to take out some pills and prepare to take them. Then he quickly recovered his strength and continued fighting.

But just at the moment when ye Ziheng took out the pill, a figure suddenly crossed, and suddenly made a heavy fist towards ye Ziheng's chest. Before ye Ziheng knew what was going on, the whole person had been flying out and rolled on the ground for five or six times before he stopped.

When ye Ziheng reacts again, he can clearly feel that his viscera have been broken, and the blood has been flowing out of his mouth, and the pills in his hands have already gone nowhere.

At this time, the blade of a long sword touched his forehead and brow. As long as he went further, he could easily break his head open, so that it was all over.