"It's a good time!" Bu roared angrily, and his right fist suddenly slammed into the ground of the arena, and countless Qingyao stones flew out of the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The speed at which these Qingyao stones flew out was amazingly fast, and by the time many people reacted, the Qingyao stones had already formed a stone giant that was almost three meters tall, heading towards the white-clothed swordsman.

"This is an earth-based combat skill, and it has been cultivated to the point of being superb!"

"Yes, it is said that the talent of stepping into the sky is not particularly strong, only the cultivation of earth-based combat skills will be stronger by ordinary people!, but he has been too diligent all these years, and he has sharpened himself with demons in the land of blood. There were a few strong scholars who were quietly discussing not far away at this time, and they all hoped that Bu Jingtian would be able to defeat Yan Yufeng, correct the name of Yuezhou, and fight for Yan Guo.

The white-clothed swordsman should have launched a frenzied attack at this time, without any concept of defense at all!throat, neck, chest and abdomen...... The weaknesses that everyone should have have have been attacked by the swordsman in white. If it was an ordinary writer or martial artist, he should have hung up at this time.

However, this Qingyao Stone Giant is a terrifying and extremely protective combat skill, and he has repeatedly saved him when he died in the bloody land.

All the defenses of the Qingyao Stone Giant, the white-clothed swordsman couldn't break it in a short time! Bu Tiantian's eyes were cold, and his body suddenly swept towards Yan Yufeng, and the distance between the two of them at this time was less than five zhang.

For a warrior, the closer you get, the more powerful you become, especially when facing a scribe. However, Yan Yufeng was not trivial, his face was still unfazed, his figure retreated again, and he soon reached the edge of the arena.

"Although you are very strong, let me out first!" The palm of the step-shattering hand turned into a giant hand at this time and grabbed it towards Yan Yufeng.

As long as he is defeated, the marriage plan between Yan and Qi will go smoothly.

Yan Yufeng didn't answer, and nine inks that were not much bigger than mung beans appeared with a flick of the pen, and then they grew into the wind, and soon became nine black-faced martial artists.

"The ninth son of the Mo family!" someone exclaimed, looking at Yan Yufeng's eyes full of incredulity.

The nine sons of the Mo family are the nine extremely powerful warriors of the Mo family in ancient times, and in the battle with the demons, they held on to the lonely city for 100 days with thousands of people, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.

The Terrans also stabilized the situation and planned a counterattack! But the nine sons of the Mo family had run out of oil and died soon.

There is no doubt that the nine sons of the Mo family in front of him definitely do not belong to the Heroic Spirit, and Yan Yufeng does not have that kind of strength.

The nine sons of the Mo family were the nine martial artists, and they were also the strongest people who were most promising to achieve martial arts and semi-saints at that time. If it weren't for such a strong strength, the city would have been broken by the demons a long time ago.

Since the fall of the nine sons of the Mo family, the luck of martial arts has begun to decline, and countless martial artists with amazing talents have fallen one after another.

The strength of the Martial Venerable powerhouse is comparable to that of an ordinary Wenyan Yufeng Dao Half-Saint, how powerful that Heroic Spirit is, it will take at least a Saint-level battle poem to summon it.

Therefore, many people can see that the nine sons of the Mo family in front of them are condensed by the power of Wenbao, and there is no breath of heroic spirits.

But Rao is like this, this ninth son of the Mo family also has the strength of the first level of martial arts, and at this time he is heading towards the siege of Bu Tiantian.

"This is a combination of ordinary Heroic Soul Poetry and Wenbao power!, but Yan Yufeng may have cultivated Heroic Spirit Poetry to the third realm, and he is a real genius!" Mei Zhongqin's figure flashed, and he appeared beside Zhuang Yichen and said.

"Since it's not a heroic spirit, then the weakness of the nine sons of the Mo family should be time!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly and sent his voice back.

"King Zhongyong's eyes are like torches!" Mei Zhongqin said with great appreciation, Zhuang Yichen could feel his kindness to him.

He didn't know what the reason for Mei Zhongqin's sudden appearance was, but he thought it had something to do with Bu Jingtian.

"Hmph, there's still a bit of a door!" Bu Jingtian's face was calm at this time, and the soul energy around him was shining, and then he threw a punch.

His body was enveloped in an earthy yellow light, and then gradually turned into reality, standing in place like a city wall for a time, and no one was seen again.

At this time, the nine sons of the Mo family who had been transformed by the ink had already punched in unison, slamming on the earth-colored city wall, making a loud noise that shook the sky.

However, the earthy yellow city wall did not move at all, only a puff of dust was raised!

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Yufeng's mouth, and the writing drew a circle in the void, countless talents poured in, and a clear slope suddenly appeared in the void.

This slope is not real, but virtual, but it has a certain real quality.

The slope of the void stretched all the way to the ground, reaching a height of tens of thousands of feet, and at this time, a ball fell on the slope and began to spin wildly.

"This is already the power of the rules!" Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but be surprised at this time. The distance of 10,000 zhang is equivalent to 30 kilometers. And it's still a slope, and a ball rolls down like this, and the acceleration to the end is in no way inferior to a small missile.

Although this is a rule of physics, it is definitely one of the laws of heaven and earth! He believed that when the ball crashed into the earthy yellow wall, it would cause an extremely terrible reaction.

"What a powerful boy, this is a cocoon to bind himself!" Mei Zhongqin shook her head.

"I'm afraid that this Yan Yufeng has already figured out the way of fighting in the sky, and deliberately led him to cocoon himself!" Zhuang Yichen secretly was vigilant for Yan Yufeng's scheming.

This son is definitely a black-bellied character, and once he becomes an enemy, he may be killed by the yin.

"Oh no, this kid is terrible!" At this time, he was in the city wall, and he also secretly complained! I thought that I could easily exhaust the strength of the nine sons of the Mo family who had been transformed by ink, and then break through the wall to give the other party a thunderous blow.

But the situation in front of him is to cocoon himself, becoming a target and being directly launched a fatal blow!

"Hehe!" Yan Yufeng let out a low laugh, and at this time, the nine sons of the Mo family, who were originally menacing, suddenly turned into a little black light and disappeared without a trace.

"This, what's going on?" Many people felt inexplicable, these nine were the strength and momentum of the first level of writers, and everyone felt it?

"It's fake, you dare to use real illusion!" Mei Zhongqin laughed dumbly, even he was deceived by Yan Yufeng just now.

True illusion is a kind of illusion, but because there are some real existences in it, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

"Fight!" Bu Jingtian was conflicted in his heart at this time, and he was also very angry! was put by Yan Yufeng with a true illusion technique, and it was like a slap in the face for him.

Therefore, he was unwilling to retreat at this time, condensed the soul power of his whole body together, and prepared to fight hard!

But at this time, the ball was rolling faster and faster, and it had turned into an afterimage, breaking the speed of sound.