Chapter 206 miscalculation!

The night is boundless, the stars are bright, and Ye Wutian is world-powerful and majestic. Standing in the void, his eyes are blooming with cold electricity, and his black hair dances like a world-class god and demon.

Ye Wutian and Ding Meng fought for a long time. Although he had the upper hand, he could not take the other party for a while. After a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient. He said to himself: Before he came, he was ** Haikou. He fought quickly, but he didn't expect this old man to be so powerful. If he continued to delay, I'm afraid it would be them. The three are really going to be buried here.

As a last resort, he had to sell his flaws to the other party, hoping to hit his opponents in one fell swoop, but when his cultivation reached their level, which one was not scheming. Although he seduced him in every way, he did not succeed.

So, he gritted his teeth and risked, blocking the power of the hammer with his body, his left hand blocked the other hammer, and his right hand suddenly hit his left chest, and the scene just appeared.

Ding Meng kept coughing up blood. Just now, Ye Wuyi's palm had shocked his heart and lungs. There was a flame-like Zhenyuan in his internal organs, but his eyes became more and more sad.

He endured the pain, laughed twice and said, "Do you really think I've been fooled?"

Ye Wutian's heart was cold, and the real yuan in his body was flowing. The wound was slowly healing. After a moment, the blood stopped. He looked at Ding Meng with some disdainful eyes and said coldly, "I'm dying, and I'm still embarrassed to say it!"

Ding Meng suddenly laughed, and blood kept overflowing from his mouth. His eyes were full of madness. Suddenly, his laughter stopped. He gritted his teeth and his extremely excited voice sounded: "Bang!"

Ye Wutian said with a bad voice. The wound that had healed suddenly cracked, and his ribs were broken and blood flowed. What scared him more was that the wound was still expanding. No matter how much he controlled it, he could not control it. In his anger, he shouted, "It turned out to be you!"

Ding Mengjie smiled, and a joking expression floated on his face: "You finally know! But it's too late!"

"I didn't expect that the dead soul would become a watchdog!" Although Ye Wutian's blood flowed, a trace of disdain flowed out.

Ding Meng didn't seem to hear Ye Wutian's words. Instead, he looked at the distance and said in a low voice, "There is no heaven above the nine heavens, and ten underground are souls!" The tone is full of memories, and his face is lonely.

Ye Wutian looked at him coldly and tried to control the injury. Although he could not completely control it, at least his wound was no longer expanding. He thought about it secretly, thinking about how to break this unfavorable situation, and on the other hand, he also regretted his carelessness.

Ding Meng is also the dead soul named after Ye Wutian. His body is extremely strange. As long as there is a trace of Zhenyuan poured into the other party's wound, then this Zhenyuan will lurk down until it is detonated, and the wound formed by Zhenyuan's explosion is impossible to heal at all, but will continue to tear little by little. Mouth.

If it were normal, Ye Wutian could naturally escape from here and slowly heal his wounds, but now he can't leave for a moment. Not only can he leave, but he can't let his opponent leave.

He took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed the injury, and looked coldly at the dead soul opposite him. He never thought that the dead soul would become like this. Although his name is the dead soul, he is a rare beautiful man. Even he, who has always been extraordinary, has no way to distinguish himself. How did he become like this?

Not only is his face full of wrinkles and even his back is hunched, but in his memory, this person is a disrespectful guy. That unruly temperament has also broken his heart. What is the reason for all these changes?

Over there, the battle between Ye 23 and Wan Lengxin has become white-hot. The huge sword light shuttles through the void, the brown light is pervasive, and the huge roar is unconscious. Every collision between the two is earth-shaking, as if they are going to destroy the world.

In the war, Ye 23 was full of blood and could not see the color of his clothes, and his cold heart was not much better. His hair was messy, and there were two huge sword marks on his shoulders, revealing the white bones inside, but the eyes of the two were completely different. Ye 23 Vietnam's eyes became brighter, and Wan Lengxin He completely lost his usual detached face and was full of violence.

This does not mean that Ye 23's combat strength has been comparable to Wan Lengxin's cultivation. After all, Wan Lengxin was injured by the divine sword and has not fully recovered, which is also the main reason why he has not been fighting against the Ye family.

However, Wan Lengxin has completely fallen into madness at this moment, and his self-esteem has been completely trampled on. A hairy boy who is not as good as the third grade of the holy sparrow actually spoke rudely to him, and fought with him without falling behind.

Wan Lengxin roared, and the iron stick in his hand turned into a virtual shadow and rushed over. The figures of the two people were together in an instant, separated in an instant, and kept killing.

With a "bang", the two separated again, but Wan Lengxin stood proudly, while Ye 23 took more than a dozen steps back to stabilize his body.

Ye 23 looked up, his chest was hit with a stick, his chest was completely concave, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth, but his eyes were crazy.

Wan Lengxin finally came out of a breath of evil in his heart. He burst into laughter and laughed loudly. The iron bar in his hand raised his hands and split the mountain with force. The iron bar slid a perfect curve in the void, with suffocating pressure. It smashed down. The void was broken, and space cracks could be seen everywhere.

Ye 23 roared, his head full of black hair and upright, and the nameless sword in his hand was greeted by thousands of glow.

With a "bang", the fire was shining, and everything trembled. The huge force directly smashed Ye 23 down, like a stone that had been smashed down.

With a "bang", there was an additional black hole on the ground. As soon as the sword saw the situation, his whole body soared. He wanted to come to rescue him, but Fang Ting and Yang Tian pestered him, but it made him weak.

"Hahahaha!" Wan Lengxin laughed for a long time.

Ye Wutian's eyes suddenly came here, and his heart sank in an instant, and he was about to rush over, but before he could move, there was another figure in front of him.

"Your opponent is me!" Ding Meng said coldly.

"Ah!" Ye Wutian's eyes were cracked, and he encouraged his whole body to fight desperately. At this moment, he found that he actually hated himself so much. If he could solve his opponent earlier, how could he... He took action with hatred, his eyes were red, and he completely fell into madness. He could only kill in his heart! Kill! Kill!

Wan Lengxin stood in the void, turned his eyes and had made a judgment on the current war situation. Although the ancestors of the Ye family were fierce, it seemed that Ding Meng could still resist it. On the contrary, Fang Ting and Yang Tian gradually couldn't resist it. At present, they sneered and wanted to take action. Kill the divine sword one.

Suddenly, the muscles in the corners of his eyes jumped. He suddenly turned around and looked at the ground. The bottomless hole, with a loud shout, a figure rose to the sky, not the Ye 23.

Ye 23 tiger's mouth collapsed and blood flowed, but his hand still grasped the nameless sword tightly and never let go.

Blood flowed down his hand to the nameless sword and down the nameless sword, but it did not flow to the ground. In this way, the nameless sword slowly turned into a blood sword, and the scarlet sword body was daunting.

Without saying a word, the iron bar in his hand turned into a mountain range and pressed it directly. This time, he wanted to make Ye 23 have no more resistance.

At this moment, there is a virtual shadow behind Ye 233, a very clear shadow, a golden crown, holding an unknown sword. The difference in the past is that its breath can be clearly felt this time.

A desolate, tragic, indifferent and ruthless breath instantly filled the whole world, and Ye 23's eyes emitted a faint blue light, like a wolf.

The nameless sword in his hand waved forward, and a faint sword light rushed out. It looked a little weak, and its breath was also weak, as if a breeze could blow it away.

No matter how you look at it, it can't resist the huge mountain-like truth.

But at this moment, a trace of uneasiness rose in Wan's cold heart. With an alarm, he slipped away dozens of feet in an instant and stared at the weak sword light.