was talking about Yan Jinglei, Yan Jinglei had already hit the door, and smashed the door of the Tianhou Mansion with one punch!

This kind of thing, even the champion Hou can't do it, but Yan Jinglei can have no scruples, which shows how crazy he is, the whole name of the first madman of the Ten Sects is really not groundless.

Originally, after listening to Yan Jinglei's story, Ye Wentian still had a feeling of being a hero and cherishing a hero, but this was his mansion, and he was knocked on the door, and this tone was unbearable no matter what!

"Brother Jinglei, don't do it!" Yan Ruyu knew Yan Jinglei's temper very well, and immediately left Ye Wentian's hand in one step, and deliberately distanced himself, stretched out his arms to block in front of everyone, and the white veil was beautiful and dusty.

"Huh?" Yan Jinglei's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and a look cast over, "Ruyu, get out of the way!"

Xiang Shaowu was better, barely standing still, but Long Yuming and Li Changtian both subconsciously retreated, and the shadows left by the violent beating in childhood were rising bit by bit.

"I won't let it, unless Brother Thunder you go back first!" Yan Ruyu said resolutely.

"After beating them, I will naturally take you back. Yan Jinglei stepped on the gravel to ward off evil spirits, and walked in on the gravel.

Yan Ruyu was in a hurry: "Brother Thunder, it's not what you think, he's my friend......"

Before the words fell, he suddenly felt that his shoulders on both sides were being pressed, and when he looked back, they were Ye Wentian and Teresa.

"Well, let's rest. Teresa said with a smile, but her face was very cold, her long ice blue hair was windless, and her eyes narrowed slightly, and those who were familiar with her would know that the marshal was angry.

"Leave it to me!" Ye Wentian only said three words, stepped in front of Yan Ruyu, and walked over to Yan Jinglei.

"But......" Yan Ruyu was very anxious, but she didn't know what to say, and deeply regretted that she shouldn't have come, but instead of dissuading herself, she was self-defeating.

In the ruins, only two men were approaching step by step, and the wind on the flat ground blew all over the ground, and the gravel between the two seemed to be crushed by a huge force, and they were shattered into powder.

Between ten meters, there is a killing intent!

Everyone held their breath, they felt their hearts almost jump out of their chests, their eyes didn't dare to blink, what would happen next?

Without speaking, Yan Jinglei slowly raised his fist, a touch of contempt flashed over his rugged face, and he suddenly blasted towards Ye Wentian with a punch, without using blood qi, the air where the fist passed was completely dispersed, and the piercing explosion continued to sound.

Ye Wentian didn't speak, his feet were as steady as Mount Tai, and while taking the next step, he also raised his fist, without using blood and energy, without any fancy feelings, and broke the sound barrier with one punch, and fiercely met the opponent's fist.

Stepping, punching, the movements of the two men are almost exactly the same.

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, only to hear a roar, strong qi fluctuations rippled from the place where the two fists collided, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters suddenly shattered, and then collapsed with a clatter as if it had been run over by a giant beast.

After the roar, Ip Mantian took three steps back, and his footprints went from deep to shallow, completely channeling the recoil into the ground.

Shaking his numb and sore arm, Ye Wentian smiled and said, "Good strength!"

Tong guò just now, Ye Wentian felt that in terms of ontology, Yan Jinglei is superior, in terms of blood and qi, it is also Yan Jinglei who is stronger, and in terms of spiritual power cultivation, Yan Jinglei has reached eighty-three, and he is even stronger than the champion Hou!

In Yan Jinglei's body, it seems to contain stormy waves, even if he doesn't use blood qi, a strange power can be called terrifying. What was even more terrifying was Yan Jinglei's physical strength, and he felt as if he had hit the King Kong Iron Mountain with this punch.

Ye Wentian was sure that Yan Jinglei must have also made full use of the advantage of the time flow rate of the heterotopic plane, and there was definitely an unimaginable adventure!

Looking at Yan Jinglei again, he also took two steps back, a trace of surprise flashed in his originally disdainful eyes, and he said, "Huh, come again!"

After speaking, he didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe at all, and stepped out in one step, like a wild beast awakening, the fierce pressure enveloped the whole audience, the arm muscles suddenly bulged high, and the blood flames all over his body suddenly emerged, burning like a blood-colored torch, illuminating the entire ruins into a patch of red.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, only to hear a heaven-shaking dragon groan, the blood flames around Yan Jinglei's body suddenly rushed into the sky, condensing into a thousand-meter-long blood-colored dragon, hovering in the sky, and the probe claw chant was vivid, exuding supreme majesty.

Blood is like a dragon, it is blood like a dragon, and it is not an ordinary blood like a dragon, it is the ultimate of the dragon, with a body length of thousands of meters and a huge force of 99.99 million catties, which is ten times the power of the snake, that is, the power of ten tripods!

The power of the Ten Tripods has also become the power of a Jiao!

A person who has cultivated to this realm of blood qi is equivalent to a person forming a young dragon, and he has all the power of a dragon in every move!

Yan Ruyu just said that Yan Jinglei was fifteen years old and his blood was like a snake, and now that so many years have passed, of course it is impossible to stand still.

What is shocking is that the champion Hou is under the full support of the two sects, coupled with his own adventures, he can cultivate to the point where he is as bloody as a dragon.

And Yan Jinglei was sent to the heterotopic plane, and to say that it was unpleasant was exile, since it was exile, of course it was impossible to get the supply of the sect. In the absence of the supply of the sect, you can cultivate to the point where your blood is like a dragon, if you say that there is no supreme adventure, who will believe it?

However, is the first qiē over? Not yet, chasing this blood qi dragon, the blood flame continued to steam, the dragon roared again, and the second blood qi dragon rushed out, like an angry dragon ascending to the sky, instantly rushing thousands of meters.

Two Blood Qi Dragons, two Extreme Blood Qi Dragons, is this Yan Jinglei's unparalleled power? How did he cultivate it?

This time, not only Ip Mantian and Teresa were surprised, but Xiang Shaowu and the others were even more shocked.

"You think this is the end?" Yan Jinglei looked at everyone's expressions in his eyes, as if he had returned to the days when he dominated Sky City and was feared by everyone, and his arms were full of blood and qi and waved towards the sky at the same time.

"Ang!" The two dragon groans overlapped together, and two more blood dragons rose from their arms, exactly the same as the previous two, and they had also reached the peak of the power of the Ten Dings.

The whole four blood and qi dragons flew in the air, each of which was thousands of meters long, shrouding the sky over the entire Hou Mansion, reflecting the sky into a bloody color, which can be described as covering the sky and the sun, pressing on everyone's heart.

The power of the four dragons, the power of the four dragons, this is Yan Jinglei's current blood and qi realm, just because he was repelled by Ye Wentian just now, he actually wanted to use all his strength directly!

In comparison, Ye Wentian had just condensed a blood-qi snake to the peak now, and in the face of four peak blood-qi dragons, the gap was too big!

Can Ip Man Tian withstand it?

(8th Update)