Hanging trillion years, I have a richer than heaven

“Boom!”

The two constantly collided in the air, and the breath of the ease of dispersion, the ground fire over Yuangu wiped the empty.

The battle fluctuations were really terrifying, and the monks outside retreated dozens of feet again, for fear that they would accidentally affect themselves.

Lin Peng is indeed the Holy Son.

The strength is powerful and the means are endless.

But over time, he still fell into the wind and was almost pressed by Ye Huang.

Even the treasure armor on his body began to crack under the storm full of destruction.

Lin Peng became more and more shocked. How could such a powerful person have such a powerful person?

After a while, a sword passed and cut it on his chest.

Baojia, cracked.

Yin Hong’s blood stained his half of his body.

At this time, the brick that made him the most exploded appeared again and patted it on his head.

Lin Peng only felt dizzy.

When he returned to God, a long sword had already across his neck.

Looking around, the people who calculate the holy place are also taken down, died, and injured.

Lin Peng’s eyes showed an incredible look.

He even lost!

Even in the case of being besieged, he knew that if he fought against Ye Huang alone, he would eventually defeat him.

Ye Huang looked at him indifferently, his eyes were cold.

“Is arrogance the nature of people like you?”

“If you just speak well, instead of choosing to kill us, maybe you will not lose your life here.”

The faint killing intention emerged from Ye Huang.

Lin Peng’s pupils shrank slightly. At this moment, he felt the breath of death.

Suddenly, one hand grasped Ye Huang’s arm.

“Cousin, forget it, don’t kill him.”

Ye Long came up.

Ye Huang’s eyes drooped, saying, “When he was doing it, he hadn’t considered our life and death.”

Ye Long laughed: “So now, most of his people are dead and injured, and their lives are in danger.”

“They have received the punishment they deserve.”

Ye Huang’s expression remains unchanged: “Putting the tiger to return to the mountain is not responsible for yourself and his own loved ones!”

Ye Long smiled slightly: “We don’t need it, be afraid of a defeat, right?”

Ye Huang was silent.

However, the whole body’s intention does not decrease.

Ye Long’s hand did not retreat. The sword and war will gradually rise between the two.

At this time, Ye Qian came around.

Looking at the two people who were fighting and secretly fighting each other, they looked serious.

Even Ye Xiaoxiao rarely converged the cynical smile.

Just as the momentum of both sides became more and more prosperous, Ye Long suddenly released his hand.

He laughed and said, “Cousin, you have grown too fast, let me almost want to challenge you.”

“Otherwise, let’s go back first, and the uncle should be back soon.”

Hearing Ye Long’s mention of his father, Ye Huang, he also slowly converged the spillover killing.

“Good to say, we have opportunities.”

Long sword, left from Lin Peng’s neck and returned to the scabbard.

Seeing that the two took a step back, Ye Xiaoxiao and Ye Qian were relieved.

If they really fight, it would not be funny.

Subsequently, several people directly ignored Lin Peng, left them, and disappeared above Yuangu by the ground fire.

After a long time, Lin Peng suddenly coughed a lot of blood, almost stood unstable, and fell to the ground.

After the rest of his life, he felt that his back was sweaty.

“Son!”

The people who were still living a few days of the sacred place came around.

One person was embarrassed, looking at the direction of Ye Huang’s leave, and said viciously: “Son, I’ll go to Lord Qingsong, you must let them pay the price of bleeding!”

Lin Peng turned his head slowly, his face was expressionless.

“Snapped!”

A big ears scraped, fiercely fanned on that person’s face, and even the teeth flew out.

“I have received a arrogant lesson.”

He turned around: “No one can mention it.”

“If you see them in the future …”

“Just go around.”

Chapter 137 The Battle of Destiny Start

Ye Suifeng returned from the depths of Yuangu.

He found Ye Huang who was waiting for himself, left the outside of Yuangu, bought a large yard in Yuancheng, and then lived in.

Waiting for the official start of the battle of life for a few days.

On the way, Ye Xiaoxiao quietly came to Ye Suifeng and told what happened to the periphery of Yuangu.

They defeated the Son of the Holy Land, but at the end, Ye Huang and Ye Long had different differences.

One to kill, one to put.

After Ye Suifeng listened, he shook his head and laughed: “There is differences, it is too normal. After all, what everyone has experienced is different.”

“The backbones of the family are not in love at any time.”

“He is not a child, and he understands this truth, so he will get together in the end.”

Human wisdom is actually produced in differences and collisions. If all look like, don’t think about any progress.

Ye Xiaoxiao nodded like an unknown place.

But after a moment, she suddenly thought.

Uncle said that Ye Huang is not a child, they all understand.

Then she doesn’t understand, isn’t it just that she hasn’t grown up yet!

So angry …

Elastic

A few days later, the battle of destiny officially started.

This is an event of the top forces, and the place of battle is in the secret situation in the depths of Yuangu.

So it was not announced to the general public.

Only some powerful forces have the opportunity to watch this peak contest.

Of course, Ye Suifeng did not have any problems at all.

After Ye Xiaoxiao took out a Ling Yunzong ancestor jade card, the person responsible for the guards, the two trembling, greeted them in with the humbled posture.

There is a huge square in the courtyard.

The battle will be carried out in the secret state, and the great power will project the pictures in the secret situation in the square.

Ye Feng just found a place where no one sat down and waited for the beginning of the conference.

He wants to see what extent is the peak genius in the world.

More importantly, he wants to know whether the gods and magic residues held by the great forces are homologous.

When he was waiting, Ye Qin was sitting inside in a gorgeous palace in the courtyard.

Soul Xuzi and Zhen Xuan, and a ancestor of Ling Yunzong, are here.

“Some of the information of the opponent have been obtained.”

Soul Xuzi took out a piece of jade, and above the jade symbol showed five figures.

Tianfu Academy, the East of the East, the Dark Empire in the southeast, the Western Empress, Wanbao Pavilion, and Zhongzhou’s Heavenly Holy Land.

“The Sogo Empire, Fu Huanyu, the practice of practice is similar to Hao Ran.”

“The Dark Empire, Youze, good at ghosts.”

“Each God of God, Feiti, good at cursing and doom.”

“Heavenly Holy Land, Lin Peng, and the domineering and arrogant practice.”

“Monbo, Shen Ningyue, there is no specific information for the time being.”

Soul Xuzi probably introduced it once, saying, “For you, everyone else is not a problem, that is, Shen Ningyue of Wanbao Pavilion, you need to pay special attention.”

“She may be the only person who can threaten you.”

Ye Qin nodded.

In fact, she has no interest in this battle.