Thunder and lightning rolled on the ring, but there was no way to move forward. They were blocked outside. The shadow of the God of Thunder boiled and rolled with wisps of divine power, but Ye Xiwen's expression remained unchanged.
"Ye Xiwen, you must die today!" Pang Yangbo's childish voice was full of chill, which made people frightened. His face was ferocious and twisted, and he walked towards Ye Xiwen step by step. "Don't you claim that your body is invincible? I will crush your body!"
With every step he took, the phantom of the God of Thunder followed him further, exerting even greater force on Ye Xiwen.
"Crush me? Just you, I can drag you to death!" Ye Xiwen smiled slightly and didn't take his words to heart at all. It would be impossible for him to keep using such a big move, otherwise He is truly invincible.
But Ye Xiwen doesn't plan to wait for his true energy to run out. That would be too boring. If he does, he will directly defeat him when he is at his peak, undermine his pride, break his confidence, and shatter his way. This It would be more relieving than killing him.
Ye Xiwen's golden divinity was surging and circling. He was confident that unless Pang Yangbo had broken through to the late Semi-Saint stage, he would definitely not be his opponent.
Pang Yangbo directly took out a small purple pill the size of a melon seed. It was small, but a terrifying power overflowed from it.
"Holy crap, it turned out to be a thunder source!" Ye Mo's gasp came from Ye Xiwen's mind, "Where on earth did this kid get such a thing!"
Under Ye Mo's explanation, Ye Xiwen realized that something like Thunder Source was extremely rare. It required constant tempering countless times to get just a little bit of it. It was simply not something that could be accomplished by manpower, so it could only be that he had obtained it from The good things obtained from that inheritance.
Sure enough, after Pang Yangbo swallowed the source of lightning, the surrounding area instantly turned into a sea of thunder and lightning. Endless thunder and lightning were densely packed, almost filling the entire arena. Ye Xiwen's whole body was also covered with thunder and lightning in an instant. Endless thunder and lightning. Thunder and lightning struck Ye Xiwen's body like a divine whip.
The phantom of the God of Thunder in front of Ye Xiwen also seemed to have been greatly stimulated in an instant. He grew a full foot taller and became more solid, heading straight towards Ye Xiwen.
Countless people around could no longer see clearly what was going on inside the venue, obscured by endless lightning. Although they didn't know what Pang Yangbo swallowed in the end, they also knew that it should be something extremely heaven-defying. In order to kill Ye Xiwen , is he willing to go all out, does he have such a big grudge with Ye Xiwen? "Is this your strongest posture? Watch me defeat you directly!" Ye Xiwen's cold voice came from the sea of lightning.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
On the ring, in the sea of lightning, waves of terrifying explosions swept out along with endless terrifying storms. From time to time, the lightning was swept away, allowing people to see clearly what happened. But even so, because of time It was too short. It was just a short moment. Everyone could only see two terrifying figures fighting, one purple and one golden, fighting in mid-air. Ye Xiwen actually fought with the phantom of the God of Thunder with his bare hands, without the slightest hint of timidity. , and did not fall behind at all.
"Qiang!" There was another extremely loud sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, and then a terrifying sword intent overflowed. The people watching the battle could still feel the sharp sword even through the barrier on the ring. The intention rushed towards his face, as if he wanted to kill them all.
"The Burial Sword!"
"Burial Sword!"
"Heavenly Burial Sword!"
With the roars one after another, the clang clang clang clang sounds became louder and louder, and the sword energy became more and more solemn, mixed with Pang Yangbo's angry roar.
"Boom!" A shocking sword intent condensed in the void. Wherever everyone looked, it condensed into a sword several feet long, and it instantly slashed down towards the looming purple shadow in the lightning.
"Rumble!" The entire arena rumbled, and was shattered into pieces under this sword intent.
Everyone was dumbfounded. You must know that the materials used to lay the arena were extremely hard. There was no precedent for masters below the Saint realm to break through the arena. Ye Xiwen suddenly set a precedent.
The lightning quickly dispersed after this blow, and a small figure was instantly blown away. A mouthful of blood spat out, and the blood actually contained the power of thunder and lightning.
He hit a pillar of the arena hard, breaking the pillar, and then stopped the huge force of flying out.
In the center of the ring, the huge Thunder God phantom was nailed to the ground by a giant sword several feet high. After the giant sword nailed the Thunder God phantom, the terrifying force split the entire ring into pieces. Two halves, the strength can be imagined.
The God of Thunder groaned in pain under the sword, and purple thunder and lightning flowed out of the God of Thunder like blood.
Everyone looked at this scene in stunned silence. Is this considered the killing of a god
Although everyone knows that this is probably just a shadow, but even though it is just a shadow, it is an extremely powerful shadow. No one at the same level can compete with it.
But now, Ye Xiwen was nailed directly to the ground, groaning in pain. This simply subverted their three views and subverted their previous views.
In their eyes, this is no different from directly killing a god.
Ye Xiwen stood on the hilt of the long sword, but underneath was the groan of the phantom of the God of Thunder. This scene was an unparalleled rush for everyone.
Among the people in the audience, Hua Menghan had a smile on his face and his eyes were slightly blurred.
"How is it possible? This is impossible!" Pang Yangbo's little face was full of disbelief. Although he was young, he had fought all the way up. He was too young, so he was always questioned, so What bothers him the most is when others take advantage of his age. Just now, Ye Xiwen hit his weak point and aroused his rage.
But in the past few years of fighting, no one has ever been able to force him to reveal the phantom of the God of Thunder, let alone defeat the God of Thunder he summoned, nailing the God of Thunder directly to the ground, groaning in pain.
He always felt that he was invincible, but Ye Xiwen broke his invincible confidence. Even if he summoned the God of Thunder, he was still no match for Ye Xiwen.
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening! Don't they all say that I am the number one wizard in ancient and modern times? I should be invincible. To me, the Great Sage is just picking things up!" Pang Yangbo was about to fall into madness. The stronger he became, the more powerful he became. The more you have beliefs that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and if you firmly believe in them, they will never change. In most cases, this belief is the driving force for progress, but once setbacks occur, this belief will turn into obsession. Difficult to cross.
"The number one prodigy in ancient and modern times!" Ye Xiwen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. Pang Yangbo was praised to the heavens. There have been so many amazing people throughout the ages. Who dares to say that he is the number one prodigy in ancient and modern times
The thunder god under Ye Xiwen finally couldn't bear it anymore and completely turned into particles and disappeared with the wind.
The big sword under his feet also disappeared. Ye Xiwen calmly fell to the ground, glanced at Pang Yangbo, turned around and left, not caring about Pang Yangbo at all.
Many Xuanyuan Hall disciples around him glared at Ye Xiwen, but they did not dare to stop Ye Xiwen from leaving. This battle dampened Pang Yangbo's arrogance, and at the same time interrupted the arrogance of these Xuanyuan Hall disciples. Counting Pang Yangbo, Xuanyuan Hall was enough. There are two geniuses in Ye Xiwen's hands. As long as Ye Xiwen is not defeated for a day, the momentum of Xuanyuan Palace will be lower than that of Zhenwu Academy.
The faces of the surrounding Zhenwu Academy disciples all showed proud expressions. This month has really frustrated them all. Pang Yangbo made it clear that he did not take Zhenwu Academy seriously. Although he said he came here for Ye Xiwen, their faces Nothing has ever looked better.
It's just that none of them are Pang Yangbo's opponents, and those who dare to go up are defeated by Fatty's arm.
Now Ye Xiwen taught Pang Yangbo a lesson like a child, which made them feel extremely comfortable.
Ye Xiwen's name resounded throughout Fenglong City for the first time and entered the eyes of countless forces in Fenglong City.
"You taught him a lesson this time!" Hua Menghan smiled slightly and said. Ye Xiwen taught Pang Yangbo a lesson, and the anger in her heart also disappeared a lot.
"It's not good for children to be too arrogant!" Ye Xiwen smiled faintly. He had no intention of killing Pang Yangbo. Unlike the second divine master, he had no reason to kill Pang Yangbo.
And the most important thing is that Ye Xiwen felt vaguely that the spiritual thoughts of a Saint Realm master were sweeping over him. It was a Saint Realm master from Xuanyuan Palace who had been watching this battle closely. He would not let Ye Xiwen succeed, at least not here. .
In a place like Fenglong City, the forces are complicated and complicated. Many forces in the Zhenwu world are crisscrossing here, fighting overtly and covertly.
It is precisely because of the confrontation between many forces here that we can maintain a fragile balance in Fenglong City and prevent one force from annexing it. Otherwise, with the strength of Fenglong City, Zhenwu Academy, or Xuanyuan Palace and many other Any one of the forces can easily annex him.
That Saint Realm master should be the master who stationed in Fenglong City from Xuanyuan Palace. Of course, he would not watch Pang Yangbo being killed. Before, he could just watch from the sidelines, but once they entered a life-and-death battle, they would never stand idly by.
On the other hand, if he loses, the masters from Zhenwu Academy in the city will not stand idly by!
(To be continued)