Rumble!

The battle on Fengyun Platform was hot, and Ye Chen and Qi Yang launched a secret art to fight.

"Is this Ye Chen a demon?" In the audience, there were such astonishing voices one after another.

"Visually, Ye Chen, this kid is going against the sky. In the crowd, Xiong Er touched his chin and said meaningfully.

Compared to them, Zuo Qiu Ming's personal faces were a little ugly.

At this moment, on an attic not far from Fengyuntai, there are several people who are also lying on the railing to watch, four men and two women, each of the six people is not weak, the breath is strong, and the face is more but also amazed.

The second true biography of Hengyue, the first disciple of the Imperial Sword Peak, Nie Feng.

The fourth true biography of Hengyue, the first disciple of Flame Peak, Situ Nan.

Hengyue True Biography is the sixth, and the first disciple of Yuxin Peak is like snow at night.

"I said Senior Brother Nie, that little junior brother named Ye Chen, it's not simple!" Situ Nan, the first disciple of the Flame Peak, carried the wine jug, his face was drunk and hazy, and he looked at Ye Chen on the Fengyun Platform in the distance with a sigh.

"Uncle Chu Xuan is really as wise as a torch. Ye Wuxue sighed, "She's a disciple, she's ridiculously strong!"

The four of them were eloquent in what you said to me, but Nie Feng and Nangong Yue were silent.

"I said, you two have bitter gourd faces all day long, interesting?" Situ Nan couldn't help but speak after all.

After all, it was Nangong Yue who nodded lightly, but there was a little melancholy on her soft and beautiful cheeks.

"God knows how the Zhengyang Sect could have come out of a mysterious spirit body in a daze. The bohemian Situ Nan rubbed his eyebrows fiercely, "I don't know what chance Senior Brother Liu Yi will have against her." ”

Hearing Situ Nan say this, everyone couldn't help but sigh secretly.

I don't know when, everyone's silence was broken by a roar from Fengyuntai not far away.

The battle was still tragic, and the whole stage was splashed with blood.

On the one hand, Ye Chen's figure was also extremely embarrassed, although he broke through to the Renyuan Realm, his strength was suppressed by the Moon Shadow Seven Star Ring, plus Qi Yang was not an ordinary True Yang Realm, after this battle, he was also injured, and there were many scars all over his body.

"Ye Chen. Suddenly a roar broke the silence of the scene, and Qi Yang roared as if he had gone crazy.

He was angry, his anger even blinded his mind, he repeatedly suffered losses at the hands of a junior disciple of the Yuan Realm, and he couldn't take down Ye Chen after fighting for so long, for him, this was a great shame.

"You're going to die a terrible death. Qi Yang drank violently, a spiritual light flashed in his eyebrows, and then a silver light shot into the air, and if he looked closely, it was his natal magic weapon silver pagoda.

The silver pagoda was suspended in the air, blooming with silver rays and overflowing with silver light, and it continued to become huge in the air, and the terrifying coercion pressed the stone slabs of the Fengyun Battle Platform to shatter inch by inch.

Xiong Er's loud scolding came from the audience, "The dignified True Yang Realm, and a person in the Yuan Realm still use the natal spirit weapon, and you still have to be shameless." ”

"True disciple, you are also worthy. Horten's roar was even higher-pitched.

Now, Ye Chen alone can't stop Qi Yang's natal spirit weapon.

Soon, the sound of cynicism hit the entire Fengyun battlefield.

There is no way, he was also forced, the blame is only that Ye Chen's vitality is too tenacious, he has fought for so long, not only did he not defeat him, but Ye Chen is becoming more and more courageous, and it is really difficult to win if he does not move his natal spiritual weapon.

In the midst of the boiling voices, the silver pagoda trembled again, and the terrifying coercion volleyed down into the air.

"Since you're shameless, don't blame me for being ruthless. Ye Chen snorted coldly, turned over his hand and took out his black iron whip that was designed to hit people's souls.

Thinking like this in his heart, Qi Yang hurriedly activated his natal weapon, and Ling Tian pressed it, "Give me suppression." ”