Feng Yu's attack on Ye Xing was deadly, Fang Ze was severely injured immediately, and let out a shrill scream!
However, at this time, Fang Ze's body was being brandished by Ye Xing as a weapon. Even though he was attacked by Feng Yu, he still slapped him forward fiercely.
boom-
Fang Ze's body collided with Feng Yu's body, making a loud bang.
Ye Xing's physical body was already far superior to other martial saints, and combined with the thick Xing Yuan, the power he whipped out of Fang Ze was so terrifying that Feng Yu was immediately knocked into the air.
At this time, Ye Xing let go of Fang Ze's palm, and Fang Ze flew out.
Feng Yu fell more than ten meters, and just as he landed, there was another bang, Fang Ze landed on him, and the two of them rolled into a ball in embarrassment.
call-
A terrifying breath emanated from the side of the array mask.
Seeing that Yang Kun stopped attacking, his gaze swept over to Ye Xing and the others again, bursting out with a terrifying aura.
Yang Kun's eyes were sharp, and he said disdainfully: "I will let you three ants go, you are deaf, or you are crazy!"
This formation mask has a very strong defense. Originally, Yang Kun was the first to come here, but he failed to break through the formation mask.
Later, other disciples from the Northern Four Sects came one after another. Yang Kun had a competitor, and his anger was already suppressed in his heart.
However, even if there are other disciples from the Northern Four Sects, as long as he can break through the mask of the formation, Yang Kun is confident that with his lightness skills, he will definitely be able to grab the secret book of the Yangang Fist.
But even if the six disciples of the Northern Four Sects attacked at the same time, they could not break through the mask of the formation, which made Yang Kun feel more and more depressed.
But he believes that with four eight-star martial saints and two seven-star peak martial saints, there will always be a time to break through the mask of the formation, but now is the time when he is depressed, and he wants to find a punching bag. Fang Ze rushed up just now, and naturally ignited his anger, and was slapped back by him.
Although Yang Kun felt a little relieved in his heart, he hadn't vented his happiness yet. The three ants from the Southern Six Sects were fighting here. He felt it was an eyesore, so he pointed the finger at him again.
Feng Yu was not seriously injured, so he helped the seriously injured Fang Ze up, and gave Ye Xing a vicious look, but he didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction with Yang Kun, and the two quickly left the palace and got out.
Yang Kun looked at Ye Xing who was standing still, and the anger on his face became more and more serious. He said coldly, "Aren't you going to get out?"
Ye Xing looked at Yang Kun, without any sign of weakness, and said: "In my life, there is no such thing as rolling, why don't you show me the word rolling, and let me learn from it!"
Yang Kun's eyes suddenly burst into two brilliant lights, and it seemed that two groups of flames were burning in the eyes.
The other five fighters who were attacking the mask of the formation stopped at this moment, their eyes were surprised, and they looked at Ye Xing.
This was the first time they took Ye Xing seriously and took a look. Obviously, they did not expect that a six-star martial saint would dare to speak like that in front of Yang Kun.
Regardless of Yang Kun's status as a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect, just as an eight-star martial saint, he is an existence that the disciples of the Six Southern Sects need to look up to.
What's more, Yang Kun is a late eight-star martial saint. Among the four eight-star martial saints present, Yang Kun's cultivation base is the highest.
Yang Kun twisted his neck, and there was a continuous sound of bone explosions. With a murderous look in his eyes, he walked towards Ye Xing step by step.
"The disciples of the Southern Six Sects, except Mr. Watanabe, in my Yang Kun's eyes, they are all ants, trash, and dogs! No disciple of the Southern Six Sects has ever dared to say such a thing in front of my Yang Kun."
"Do you think that after defeating the two wastes of the Kamikaze Sect, you can leapfrog the challenge, and you can be arrogant in front of me, Yang Kun? It's simply presumptuous!"
"Ants, since you don't know what scram is, then today I will teach you what scram is!"
Yang Kun walked slowly while talking, and gradually approached Ye Xing. After he finished his last sentence, his momentum had accumulated to the extreme, and he punched Ye Xing.
Mid-Rank Spiritual Martial Arts—Scorching Sun Divine Fist!
This punch was extremely bright, like the scorching sun in the sky, dazzling, and contained the hottest and strongest power.
The Eight-Star Martial Saint made a move, sending out a thunderous blow. Yang Kun wanted to hit Ye Xing severely with one punch, knock Ye Xing into the air, and then land on the ground and roll continuously.
"Tsk tsk... I don't know how to live or die!"
Mingshuang, an eight-star martial sage disciple of Xuanmingzong, slightly pursed her lips.
Xuan Mingzong and Sun Moon Sect have a good relationship, and Mingshuang and Yang Kun have a good personal relationship, so they are naturally happy to see Ye Xing blown away by Yang Kun's punch.
Moreover, Mingshuang also thinks so, the six-star martial sage will definitely not be able to stop Yang Kun's punch.
However, as soon as she finished her disdainful voice, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Facing Yang Kun's scorching sun-like fist, Ye Xing didn't dodge or dodge. He didn't take half a step back, but a spear suddenly appeared in his hand.
The purple plume spear burst out with a dark gun light instantly, facing the scorching sun in front of it, the fist light pierced through it, like the tip of a needle pointing at the wheat light.
Although the scorching sun's fist light was dazzling, it couldn't dispel the darkness shot out by the purple feather spear.
Not only Mingshuang was startled, but Lei Yun, Luo Ying, and the other two warriors were also shocked at the same time.
Ye Xing wants to fight Yang Kun recklessly!
"Well done, haha...!"
Yang Kun let out a smirk, and Xingyuan was stirred up, which increased the power of this punch even more.
boom-
While Yang Kun grinned grimly, the scorching sun's fist light and the dark spear's light collided, making a bang, and the violent air blast exploded, setting off a terrifying wave of air that surged in all directions.
Ye Xing held a gun and stabbed forward without taking half a step back.
But Yang Kun's laughter stopped suddenly, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, his body was shocked as if being hit by a fierce horse, and he retreated involuntarily.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
Yang Kun retreated five steps in a row before stabilizing his body, with disbelief in his eyes.
He was a majestic eight-star martial saint, but he was shot back by a six-star martial saint in a frontal battle
The other five warriors were also taken aback. The six-star warrior had the upper hand against the eight-star warrior. The ability of this leapfrog challenge was comparable to that of the yin-yang master.
They didn't know that Ye Xing's middle-grade spirit martial arts and dark spirit marksmanship had already been perfected, and its power was comparable to that of top-grade spirit martial arts. The attainment of dark spirit marksmanship in the realm is enough to sweep eight-star martial saints.
With that shot just now, Ye Xing just stabbed casually. If he really hit with all his strength, Yang Kun would be seriously injured or even killed with a single shot.
Ye Xing repelled Yang Kun with one shot, and with a step, his body instantly turned into a phantom and rushed forward.
call-
Ye Xing held the purple feather gun in both hands, and smashed it down from top to bottom, as if what he was holding was not a gun but a stick.
There is no such move in the dark spirit spear technique, but the spear technique is perfect, and Ye Xing is no longer limited to moves, and the spear contains terrifying power.
Ye Xing's shot fell straight, fast and ruthless, almost as soon as Yang Kun stabilized his body, Ye Xing's shot had already hit the head.
With such a speed, even if Yang Kun was an eight-star martial artist, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he had to raise his fists with both hands hastily, crossing his forearms to block.
boom-
The gun barrel hit Yang Kun's forearm fiercely, Xingyuan's defense exploded instantly, the clothes burst into pieces, and the gun barrel directly collided with the skin.
What Yang Kun felt at this moment was a sharp pain in his arms, as if a mountain was pressing down from above.
thump-
Yang Kun couldn't bear the force of the shot, his knees sank, and he knelt down on the ground fiercely, smashing two holes in the ground.
Although most of the power was transmitted to the ground during this kneeling, Yang Kun's body was still shocked by a lot of power, his internal organs surged, and blood spit out of his mouth immediately.
Ye Xing held the Ziling gun in both hands and pressed down, making Yang Kun, who was kneeling in front of him, unable to move. He said, "Aren't you going to teach me how to roll? Why are you teaching me how to kneel?"
Looking at the picture in front of them, the other five warriors were stunned. The strength of this six-star warrior is so strong that Yang Kun was knocked to his knees with just two shots
hiss-
Some people couldn't help but gasped, and no longer dared to underestimate the six-star martial saint in front of them. This is not a soft persimmon, this is simply a evil star.
"Ah! You are courting death!"
Yang Kun became angry from embarrassment, roared, and suddenly a starlight rushed out from between his eyebrows, turning into a flaming star in the sky.