"This breath, what force is this?"


    The pretty face of the sword mother showed a look of horror. She was very clear about the fluctuation of this power. Tianzong was an authentic sect and would not have such evil power at all. How pure such evil power was. In terms of her sword cultivation, this power could not help but arouse her disgust.


    "My energy is boiling in the breath and I can''t wait to suppress him. Why? There is a strong fluctuation in the boxing intention of the boxing Saint just now. Although this fluctuation is not noble, it has some hardness. But now this power is clearly the power of darkness, the purest dark energy..."


    Ye Fantian kept thinking in his heart.


    "Jie... Ye Fantian, I''ll kill you."


    The voice of the boxing Saint appeared again. This time, there was a terrible evil spirit in the voice, as if the boxing saint in front of him had suddenly incarnated into a devil, a devil like posture.


    The strong breath made Ye Fantian frown involuntarily.


    "Hoo..."


    The palm moved, and there was a path of energy evolution in the palm. Then a black virtual shadow rolled towards a strong man like a magic snake.


    "No..."


    With the strong man''s shrill scream, the fist Saint opened his mouth and bit on each other''s neck, and the blood essence was swallowed up.


    "Is this...?!"


    Zhuqiang''s heart was shocked, and even someone''s body began to tremble.


    "Possessed, the boxing saint is possessed!"


    Someone exclaimed.


    Yes, such a clear performance is the posture of being possessed, bloodthirsty as life, and extremely crazy.


    "Hoo..."


    Again, the black awn rolled up, and the flesh of more than a dozen people in the subsequent line was completely swallowed by the black awn, and the flesh shrank rapidly like a leaking ball.


    "Jie... What a cool feeling. My body and everything are changing!"


    The boxing saint''s body is changing. The body that originally looked ancient and decadent has become extremely strong. The skin is tight. The whole person has completely changed. From the ancient and decadent appearance, he has become a man of thirty or forty years old.


    "Evil work, this is evil work!"


    The sword mother''s heart was shocked. Not only she, but also the senior leaders of the sect had noticed.


    "All Tianzong disciples, leave here and be on alert!"


    The voice continued to pass, but I didn''t expect that at the next moment, the body of the speaker withered quickly, and then stepped into the footsteps of those falling strong.


    "No, this guy is a demon generation. The boxing Saint cultivates magic skills!"


    Even the people in their own sect will devour. This fist saint is not an evil spirit. What else can it be.


    Huanglong Da Zun and his party also showed an alert look. The strong people just now ranged from the eternal realm of Mahayana to the fifth heaven, but none of them could resist the move of boxing saint.


    This change is too terrible.


    "Good guy, compared with Western vampires, it''s amazing."


    Chekov said with a look of surprise on his face.


    "Emperor Dragon, you don''t need to worry. Bensheng just needs a part of the blood essence of these mole ants, and the transaction we talked about before can continue, which doesn''t seem to affect the transaction between us."


    The boxing Saint stared at the Emperor Dragon and said slowly.


    "Really?"


    Looking at the appearance of the boxing saint, it doesn''t seem to be a devil''s posture, and the Emperor Dragon''s face also eased a lot.


    And he thinks that compared with the boxing saint, if he can''t match the other party, his strength is not comparable to those humble people, so he is not afraid of the other party.


    "Deal? Fist saint, you have a deal with the immortal imperial dynasty. You have betrayed the purpose of our Tianzong!"


    The beautiful eyes of the sword mother, with a trace of sword light, yelled.


    "Jie Jie......"


    The cold laughter came out of the fist master''s mouth again. At this time, the fist master looked at the sword mother with evil light and looked for each other''s concave and convex body from time to time.


    Then he noticed again that Mo asked for love, and the evil in his eyes was even better.


    "Yes, yes, the two most beautiful women in Tianzong, one is a master and the other is a disciple. After Ben Sheng has solved the boy, he will make love with you again. Jianmu, you have been alone for so many years. Ben Sheng knows very well that you definitely need a man."


    "Evil!"


    Being so insulted by the boxing saint, there was a red tide on the pretty face of the sword mother, which was the ultimate expression of being angry.


    "Jie, you don''t need to be so angry. However, your angry appearance is more charming. You practice Kendo all day. I don''t know if you can resist the holy sword..."


    When talking, he looked at Mo Wenqing again, especially looking for each other''s delicate body, as if he wanted to see through the clothes and skirts on Mo Wenqing''s delicate body.


    "For a woman that my saint''s disciples can''t enjoy, my saint, who is a master, also has to meet his wishes. In addition, he also has a sword mother and a generation of supreme kendo. It must be a good taste."


    At this time, the boxing Saint seemed to have changed his mind.


    "Fist master, you''d better be caught with your hands tied. Otherwise, other forces of Tianzong will certainly kill you, and at that time, you will completely lose your chance. And now so many law enforcement elders are here, do you think you can achieve your evil purpose?"


    The sword mother scolded coldly.


    "Although we belong to the sect, since the sect leader disappeared, it has become the holy world. When you have become the holy women and enjoyed the holy power of conquest, you will not do such a thing. Also, do these law enforcement elders have the ability and courage?"


    The boxing Saint laughed shamelessly, and a pair of evil eyes suddenly looked at several elders on the high platform of the square.


    Being watched by the eyes of the boxing saint, the ancient old man shivered. Obviously, he was really afraid of each other.


    "Bang!"


    A huge fist shadow flickered out, and then, vigorous Qi burst and moved.


    "Boom!"


    Under the power of terror, the words of the boxing Saint were immediately interrupted, and his body was also in the air, like a boxing bag. He was hit left and right, and had no resistance at all.


    "Jingshi tiger fist!"


    "Roar!"


    A tiger roar came out, and a huge white tiger roared and moved, and its sharp claws clawed hard at the boxing saint''s body.


    "Boom!"


    Again, there was a terrible vibration. In everyone''s stunned eyes, ye Fantian beat the holy fist countless times.


    "How is that possible?"


    Boxing Saint couldn''t believe looking at all this in front of him. His eyes were obviously terrified.


    Ye Fantian''s speed, he couldn''t catch it.


    "Nothing is impossible. Although the energy in your body is terrible, it is not your own power. It''s like you''re good at using swordsmanship and giving you the first magic knife in the universe. Even if the magic knife has infinite power, but you don''t know the art of swordsmanship, how can you give full play to its real power?"


    Moreover, ye Vatican still hasn''t said one thing. His power contains the power of the wilderness, which is less than the most mysterious power of chaos. The glory of the gods is shrouded, and the suppression power of this evil wave is even more extraordinary.


    However, the power of the great wilderness is Ye Fantian''s secret, which he will not say easily.


    "Impossible! Impossible!"


    The boxing Saint roared loudly. He couldn''t believe it.


    He was able to kill those who became eternal strong and devour their flesh. This means and power are countless times stronger than before. How can he not shake Ye Fantian now.


    "You... Die!"


    Ye Fantian''s hands are covered with two layers of terrible energy. With the blessing of the power of the wilderness and the glory of the gods, the real strength of this boxing saint can only play 50%.


    Naturally, it will not be ye Fantian''s opponent.


    "Repression!"


    "The hand of the gods!"


    "Hum..."


    Behind it, a huge image of the gods appeared.


    Ye Fantian controlled the Six Harmonies and eight wastelands, nine days and ten places, and a vast breath suddenly began to riot.


    That power carries boundless glory, and the illusion of the great immortal gods is quickly displayed.


    A pioneering hand of the gods slowly rolled over the fist saint.


    "Boom..."


    A series of spatial collapses are formed.


    The power of this is powerful.


    "No, I don''t believe it. It''s impossible!"


    The fist Saint roared bitterly.


    But at this time, ye Fantian ignored this guy. He felt that there was a strange fluctuation in the boxing saint''s body. He was familiar with the power of this fluctuation, and it was most advantageous for this evil power to be used for refining.


    "Boom"


    The hands of the gods were ruthlessly pressed and printed on the body of the boxing saint. From hundreds of thousands of meters above the void, they were pressed to the earth, and the terrible glory light continued to riot.


    "Eyes of the gods!"


    When the eyebrow moved, a powerful beam of light burst out from the eyebrow.


    It can be seen that there are the praise of the gods, the praise of the goddess, and the control of the God King


    This is the eye of the gods, which penetrates all mysteries.


    "Boom..."


    Ye Fantian''s immortal gods illusion constantly displayed his palms, pressed the fist saint''s body together, and the evil power was continuously drawn from it, and then refined it into his own power.


    "Young generation, you broke my good deed again!"


    Suddenly, a roar came out, which came from the dark soul of the boxing saint, and the original dark soul of the boxing saint has begun to dissipate gradually.


    "The sound is..."


    Ye Fantian was stunned.


    "Be careful!"


    A sudden movement in my ear, that is mo Wenqing exclaiming.


    "Hiss..."


    A terrible crack came out.


    A scarlet magic sword went through the body.


    Unspeakable pain.


    Ye Fantian''s head moved, and a man appeared in his eyes. He was dressed in a black robe and seemed to be a man, but his familiar eyes made Ye Fantian''s heart tremble.


    "Hiss..."


    With the energy huff and puff, ye Vatican quickly rowed on each other''s face. The original appearance on each other''s face suddenly changed, and the familiar face suddenly appeared in Ye Vatican''s pair of scarlet


    "Is it... You?!"