Anyway, they are all personal disciples, they can be regarded as brothers of the same sect, and Feiyue is present to witness, although the Nightmare Emperor was blown up by anger, but this punch is still reserved, after all, the level gap between the two sides is too big, even if it is a random punch, it is definitely not something that the Spirit Saint can bear.

The Nightmare Emperor was full of confidence, his fist blade was wrapped in a strong spiritual flame, as if even the entire space was squeezed flat, he was sure that Ye Wentian would definitely not be able to bear it, and would even be scared away, as long as Ye Wentian retreated in panic, he would immediately stop, because he knew very well that if Ye Wentian was really injured, Feiyue would definitely hang him up and smoke.

However, the Nightmare Emperor was disappointed, Ye Wentian did not show a trace of panic on his face, and even had a faint confident smile.

At the moment when the fist was about to fall, Ye Wentian's whole body suddenly rolled out of pure golden spiritual flames, three blood-colored spirit rings rose from under his feet, and the third spirit ring shone brightly, and a layer of blood-colored light shrouded him, and there was a gluttonous phantom roaring and speeding on the light mask.

Seeing these three blood spirit rings, the Nightmare Emperor's heart shook wildly, he was a ninety-six-level Emperor of a country, and he only had one blood spirit ring, and Ye Wentian had three!

Then he immediately fell into confusion, Ye Wentian is obviously a spirit saint, there should be seven spirit rings, why only three?

The Nightmare Empire is located in the ≠ at the very edge of the Demon Martial Continent, although he is the Great Emperor, his understanding of Ip Mantian is limited to refining weapons, and he does not know that Ip Mantian is a twin martial spirit, let alone the configuration of Ip Mantian's spirit ring.

Because of these three blood spirit rings, the Nightmare Emperor was distracted, and when he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that it was too late to stop, and the tyrant fist containing ninety-six levels of spiritual power had already bombarded the light mask around Ye Wentian's body.

"Oops, he's going to be smashed to pieces...... Huh?" all the Nightmare Emperor's emotions instantly turned into horror, incomparable horror, the domineering fist blade was actually blocked by the blood-colored light shield, not broken, not even ripples, only a gluttonous phantom roaring wildly.

In the light mask, Ye Wentian did not move at all, he didn't even lift the corners of his clothes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking relaxed and freehand.

"This can't be!" The Nightmare Emperor was completely stunned, withdrew his fist, Teng Tengteng took three steps back, his eyes widened, staring at Ye Wentian, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible, only the unthinkable, nothing is impossible. Ye Wentian stepped out of the light mask, turned his fist, and said, "Now, isn't it my turn?"

"How the hell did you do that?" the Nightmare Emperor was breathing heavily, and he had never been so shocked in decades.

"I'll sue you when you lose, are you ready now?" or are you ready to admit defeat?" Ye Wentian walked towards the Nightmare Emperor step by step.

Feiyue couldn't help laughing: "Xiaoyingzhao, don't coax, whoever coaxes is not a man." ”

The Nightmare Emperor was almost bleeding from Feiyueqi, forcibly calmed his mind, suppressed the shock, and roared: "Come on, take a step back, even if I lose, I don't believe it, you are just a spirit saint, what can you do to me?"

"Then you're welcome, you take my punch too. Ye Wentian smiled secretly in his heart, if he faced each other head-on, he could not be the opponent of the Super Supreme at all, the Super Supreme controlled the space perfectly, and it was difficult to touch the corners of the Super Supreme's clothes.

But now it's different, due to the restrictions of heads-up rules, the Nightmare Emperor can't move, he is just a live target, and the advantage of the super supreme is completely gone, and he can only use his physical body to resist, which undoubtedly narrows the gap between the two.

Standing in front of the Nightmare Emperor, Ye Wentian's breath suddenly became extremely condensed, the blood qi boiled and made a snake hissing sound, and the intense blood flame condensed into nine bloody snakes wrapped around his arms, like adding a layer of blood-colored armor.

"Good boy, bloody snakes, nine snakes come out together. The Nightmare Emperor was secretly shocked in his heart, at the same age, he had just reached the Blood Qi Horned Python, which was more than one grade worse than Ye Wentian.

"It's not over yet, look at it. The green dragon helps, the six colors increase!" Ye Wentian's arm shook, the little green dragon woke up, released the cyan dragon qi, and wrapped the second layer outside the nine bloody snakes, and then with a ding, the core parts of the Ten Heart God King lit up, and the six-colored divine glow gushed out, wrapping the third layer outside the cyan dragon qi.

"The Qi of the Green Dragon, what kind of person is this kid, he actually has the Qi of the Green Dragon on his body, and what is this Six-Colored Shenxia?" The Nightmare Emperor was even more surprised in his heart, from Ye Wentian's body, he felt threatened!

"Give me back!" Ye Wentian's arm twisted, and suddenly he slammed out with a loud shout, and the high speed generated by the moment of rotation rubbed a piercing explosion in the air, and at the same time, the fist became a little illusory, and it seemed that it had been moving forward, but it actually shook back and forth two hundred and fifty-six times at an extremely high frequency.

"Not good!" The Nightmare Emperor was full of confidence and was ready to resist with his physical body, but a feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart, and he could no longer care about face, and the spiritual flame rolled out angrily, and the black and red magic patterns on his body instantly shone brightly.

With a loud bang, the light burst and the blood rolled angrily, and the Nightmare Emperor took three steps back before he could stand firmly, leaving a deep fist mark on his chest, and the muscles around the fist mark were forcibly twisted, and the pain continued.

"This ......" The Nightmare Emperor swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and looked at Ye Wentian with an incredulous gaze, only to see that Ye Wentian maintained a punching posture, and his forearm twisted seemed to be injured.

"Bang bang. There was a crisp applause, Feiyue clapped her hands and stood up, this applause was obviously for Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian let out a long breath of hot white gas, withdrew his hand, straightened his forearm, and said in annoyance: "The strength of the physical body is still not enough, it seems that I still have a long way to go." ”

"How did you do that?" the Nightmare Emperor asked with difficulty, he really couldn't believe that Ye Wentian could actually make such a terrifying attack with the body of a Spirit Saint.

Ye Wentian didn't answer directly, but said with a smile: "You admit that you lost first, and then I will sue you." ”

"I'm ......" The Nightmare Emperor opened his mouth, and suddenly found that he couldn't speak, since he ascended the throne, he had never lost, let alone took the initiative to admit defeat, this feeling of failure was really unpleasant.

"Hmm, do you want to go back?" Feiyue's tone was a little heavy.

"I lost!" the Nightmare Emperor finally spit out these three words, "You kid hurry up, how did you do it?"

Ye Wentian said: "It's very simple, the third spirit skill of my Divine Martial Spirit can be immune to all attacks below level ninety-eight for three seconds, you are only level ninety-six, how can you hurt me?" As for the punch just now, it is the power of the Nine Snakes, the power of the Green Dragon, the six-fold increase, and the combination of martial arts, and the lethality that erupts in an instant is extremely strong, unless you use the rules of space, it is difficult to prevent it." ”

"Immunity to all attacks below level ninety-eight for three seconds?" the Nightmare Emperor felt like he was being bombarded with thunder.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Perverted!" the Nightmare Emperor thought for a long time, and realized that only these two words could barely describe it.