The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 198

Ye Fei in the distance, after stabilizing his figure, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth at the same time. He already had injuries in his body, and he obviously felt a little powerless at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Ye Fei took out a elixir from the storage ring and swallowed it directly into his stomach, and the breath on his body became much more stable.

"You shouldn't enslave those ordinary tribesmen." Ye Fei said in a deep voice, staring at the people in front of him, with the chill in his eyes undiminished.

Hearing this, the holy son in white chuckled again and said, "The slaves were originally raised by my holy clan. You came here regardless of life and death, just for this?"

Ye Fei's eyes flickered, but instead of answering the person's words, his eyes moved to the altar in the distance.

This so-called saint family is definitely not as simple as he sees it at this moment. Ye Fei can be sure that the person who performed the technique of seizing the house is definitely not the saint son in front of him. In this way, there are stronger existences here.

Just a momentary hesitation, Ye Fei's true energy surged again, and a thunderbolt condensed. He didn't want to attack the people in front of him, but directly hit the altar on the ground.

"Looking for death!" The saint son in white snorted, as if his scales had been touched, the wind surged as he waved his hands.

A black hurricane in the air appeared out of thin air at this moment, instantly blocking the power of Ye Fei's blow. At the same time, the power of the hurricane did not dissipate, but directly swept towards Ye Fei.

"Sure enough, it's about the altar." Ye Fei smiled lightly. He basically understood the situation in this holy place.

This holy son of the holy clan doesn't even care about the life and death of his clansmen, but he cares so much about an altar. This action has already explained everything.

The blood-swallowing power of the ordinary tribesmen in southern Xinjiang obviously came from this altar, and destroying it should be able to break this technique.

Just as Ye Fei was thinking, the speeding hurricane had already approached his body and mind, and it was about to drown him.

"Extreme Spirit Formation, get up." A low shout spread all over the place.

Immediately afterwards, the land of the Saint Race suddenly shook violently, and a majestic spiritual pressure swept across a hundred miles in an instant.

Ye Fei, who was in mid-air, looked solemn at this time, and kept making art with his hands, and shot hundreds of strange runes into the air around him.

The hurricane that was originally surging was also directly shattered and dissipated under this majestic spiritual pressure. The white-clothed saint in front of him had a flash of light in his eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look around.

"Array?" The White Son murmured, the expression on his face didn't change much.

Following his gaze, he saw streaks of aura rising from the edge of the Holy Tribe at this time, staying in mid-air to echo each other.

Less than five seconds passed, and the power of the hundred magical artifacts first appeared, and the coercive power in the air increased several times again.

"What kind of formation is this? It's so strong just from the momentum!"

On the ground, Heisha's pupils shrunk slightly, while being shocked, he backed up again and again, trying to get out of the range covered by the formation.

It's just that before he took two steps back, his body was firmly locked by a force, like an invisible giant hand, pinching it so that he couldn't move an inch.

Heisha was suddenly anxious, and when he turned his eyes, he discovered that Han Yanran behind him seemed not to be affected by the formation.

"Hiss, damn Ye Fei, is he really going to destroy my lineage of the holy clan." Heisha couldn't help but gasped, and the panic in his heart couldn't help but intensify.

At the same time, the Absolute Spirit Formation took shape, and hundreds of magic tools burst out with spiritual light at the same time, and then they all melted into the air under the eyes of everyone.

A golden barrier visible to the naked eye, within the range of the Holy Tribe, instantly rose from the edge of the land, completely sealing the entire Saint Race inside.

At this time, in midair, Ye Fei was like a god descending from the earth. Under the blessing of the formation, his injuries seemed to have fully recovered, and his aura continued to rise.

"This altar, Yemou, needs to be destroyed, and you must die today." Ye Fei's eyes flickered, and his eyes locked on the figure of the Holy Son in front of him.

The face of the Holy Son in front of him did not change, and the aura on his body exploded immediately after waving his hands, and he did not lose at all to Ye Fei who was blessed by the formation.

"I will let you see today what is the real innate state. In the face of absolute power, the way of formation is like a chicken rib." The white-clothed son whispered, and his figure disappeared in place at the same time.

The speed was so fast that it directly brought out the afterimage, and the power of the shot was beyond the power of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, his figure moved forward instead of retreating, and his speed seemed to be a little slower, but the power he erupted now has already surpassed the strong foundation builder.

"The thousand-year power of the holy clan, use the witch knife." When the white-clothed holy son approached, he actually performed the same spell as the previous high priest.

It was just released from the hands of the Holy Son, and the power was obviously raised to a higher level. Endless light came from the tribe, and instantly condensed on the Holy Son, that terrifying and oppressive force rolled towards Ye Fei again.

Not only that, the Saint Clan Wudao actually appeared out of thin air, not the black mist virtual sword condensed by the high priest before.

It was a scimitar glowing with blue light, and the coldness emanating from it seemed to lower the surrounding temperature by a few points. There were faint roars from inside the knife, as if it had a spirit.

"I only need one knife to kill you." The voice of the white-clothed saint was indifferent, and when he raised his hand, the witch knife was held in his hand.

The power of the saint clan suppressed Ye Fei for thousands of years, and the witch knife fell down immediately. A huge black blade seemed to fall from the sky, with an indelible force, and its power was shocking.

"This is a spiritual weapon." Ye Fei's eyes were calm, and his face was a little more dignified.

Since stepping into the world of martial arts, Ye Fei has never seen a real spiritual weapon before. The most powerful treasure in his hands now is the half-spiritual weapon, the Wind-fixing Orb.

Although this bead is strong, but because of its flaws, Ye Fei can't exert its true power, and it is a bit useless in actual combat.

Seeing the huge black blade approaching in front of him, Ye Fei showed a wry smile on his face. There are many magic weapons in the storage ring, but none of them can block the power of the blade.

"Spiritual explosion." After thinking for a moment, Ye Fei's eyes revealed a decisive look.

Immediately, he suddenly raised his arm, quickly made a tactic with both hands, and pointed to the air ahead. To block the force of this blow, he had to rely on the power of the Absolute Spirit Formation.

In terms of hard power, there is a huge gap between the two, and the innate realm is naturally not something that ordinary people can match.

As Ye Fei pointed out, those magic tools that had previously merged into the air suddenly reappeared at this moment.

Ten of them exploded suddenly, and the power of the explosion gathered together under the control of the formation, and finally gathered together, forming a terrifying force to block Ye Fei.

"Boom!" Accompanied by a loud noise, the slashing power of the witch knife was directly counteracted and scattered.

The face of the saint son in white in front of him finally changed slightly.

After he glanced at the formations around him, his eyes suddenly froze, he gave up the magic attack, and rushed directly towards Ye De.

"Hmph, the strength of this Holy Son is far superior to yours. You don't need to use spells, and you can tear you apart with strength." The White-clothed Holy Son snorted coldly, as if his killing intent had been decided, and his figure was already approaching Ye Fei.

Within this formation, the Holy Son knew that if it was just a magical attack, it would obviously be beneficial to this foreigner. If so, why not directly suppress it with strength, so that this son would have no power to fight back.

"Well done." Ye Fei laughed loudly, he also prefers the competition of strength.

Before the words fell, the Thunder Armor condensed into the body, and at the same time, the Absolute Spirit Formation in the midair immediately turned away. After offsetting the suppression of the Saint Race, at the same time, all the power in the magic weapon was also condensed on Ye Fei. .

The two people in mid-air collided quickly, and the ear-shattering muffled sound mixed with the sonic boom and aftermath swept away in all directions.

At this time, on the ground, everyone in the Saint Clan also showed horror. Everyone raised their heads and stared intently at the battlefield in mid-air.

"He was actually able to fight against Lord Shengzi!"

"Who is this foreigner? Is it the Tang family's hidden powerhouse?"

"Hmph, it's just a foreigner. It is absolutely impossible for Master Shengzi to lose. Absolutely not."

The tribe members of the Holy Tribe looked at the battle in mid-air, and couldn't help but speak one after another. Although they believed in the Holy Son of their own clan, the tension on their faces was clearly evident at this moment.

In mid-air at this time, the collision between Ye Fei and the saint son in white has reached a fever pitch.

The battle between the two seems to be between brothers at first glance, but if there is a strong person here, it can be seen at a glance that it is actually the Son who has lost the wind.

"The innate realm is nothing more than that." Ye Fei laughed loudly, and the violent true energy in his body swirled far away without any scruples.

At the same time, there was a burst of explosion from the edge of the Absolute Spirit Formation, which was obviously the self-detonation of a magic weapon, and as the power of the explosion transformed through the formation, it merged into Ye Fei's body in the formation.

This is the mystery of the Absolute Spirit Formation. If there are countless magic weapons in the formation, Ye Fei's true energy in the body will be almost unlimited within the formation.

"Foreigners, don't be complacent!"

"Your body won't be able to bear it if this continues. Even if you can barely hold on, you will die when the magic weapon is exhausted." The white-clothed holy son obviously saw through the formation, and said in a low voice at this time.

The person in front of him was able to arrange such a formation, and the white-clothed saint son was also very surprised, but these are external forces after all, and once they are exhausted, it will be his time.

"Before it's exhausted, Ye can take your life." Ye Fei punched out suddenly, and at the same time pulled back half a step.

If he didn't have the certainty of defeating the innate realm, Ye Fei would not rashly rush into the saint clan. After he retreated, he raised his hand and shot a burst of true energy towards the formation above his head.

Immediately afterwards, under the eyes of everyone, dozens of magical artifacts appeared out of thin air, and then burst apart in an instant.

A violent force, following the self-detonation of the magic weapon, instantly gathered together and rushed towards Ye Fei.

(End of this chapter)