"In terms of strength, what is needed is to display it in this way!"
Ye Fantian''s heart was more and more surprised. The feeling just now was lively and dripping. Although it was only an understanding, the control of power can reach a new level.
It''s like Ye Fantian used to use his 30% strength to break through a mountain, but now the 30% strength is completely condensed, and then it is countless times stronger than the original 30%, at least compared with the previous 50% strength.
This is the control of power, a new means of attack, which is more terrible than the original power.
"God has no arrow, it''s your turn..."
Ye Fantian''s eyes narrowed and looked at shenwujian with a trace of cold awn in his eyes, constantly flashing a terrible brilliance. The trace of dangerous fluctuation made shenwujian smell the breath of fear.
"Run..."
Without thinking, shenwujian suddenly chose to turn and run away.
Although his strength was stronger than that of Ye Fantian, the fear in his heart made him choose to escape. A sudden weakness in his momentum made Ye Fantian find the best mobile phone meeting.
"Die..."
A big hand print erupted out of the sky and shook in the void, with prominent fluctuations and constant evolution.
Rage, direct!
It''s frightening.
The big handprint, with the divine patterns on it, seemed to be carved with the marks of the gods. It was the hand of the gods, which was blessed by the will of the gods who once controlled the sky in the ancient period.
"Boom..."
The void stirred up and began to form huge and terrible natural grabens and cracks!
As if, the virtual shadow of the gods appeared on it. They roared and roared, burning the anger of the gods!
After a burst of agitation in space, it quickly formed a strong storm, which suddenly set off, and then it was a slap on the head of God without arrow.
"Bang!"
With a vibration, the God''s arrow free head was directly beaten to pieces.
The power of the wilderness poured into the hand of the gods, and the boundless power of terror began to be blessed together, boundless and powerful.
"My will is boundless, my strength is strong, I am the most terrible descendant of God, I refuse to obey!!"
Between heaven and earth, a burst of volcanic boiling began to appear.
Suddenly, in the whole space, there was a violent contraction, as if a Warcraft had awakened. The flesh without arrow did not completely disappear, but expanded continuously. In the next moment, the vitality poured into his body, and with his breath, boundless energy burst out rapidly, And it''s terrible energy.
"Hum..."
Like the birth of a mysterious mark, such a powerful force began to bless rapidly, and has turned into a flash of thunder in the next moment.
"Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart!"
The roaring sound was constant, and the strongest power was released from the arrow shadow stained with blood. The blood was covered with a trace of phantom and made a roaring sound, which even had an immortal breath.
This is obviously the blood left by the strong man killed by shenwujian. It also contains the breath of power.
"Get out!"
Ye Fantian''s mouth roared wildly, and then issued a roaring voice. The fluctuation of the voice was prominent and terrible, as if it could force all nothingness to be pierced.
"Refuse... Die again!"
The voice was as cold as ice, which could freeze people''s mind and spirit. Ye Fantian punched the past. In the center of his eyebrows, the boundless brilliance released by the eyes of the gods brought waves and breath that made jiuxiao tremble.
His eyes were like two scarlet divine swords. Everywhere he went, everything was forcibly blocked.
"Roar!!"
God Wujian roared wildly, and the power of thousands of arrows lingered outside, making people tremble and produce timid waves.
But ye Fantian is fearless. His body is almost perfect. Waving can break countless shackles.
The toughness of this punch is beyond the past.
With one punch of the left hand, the star burst out and the Milky way turned upside down. Once again, it is the hand of the gods. It is invincible and can catch the stars.
The two represent the breath of creation and destruction, as if they were Gemini stars in the morning. The mutual call and attraction make this energy particularly amazing and terrible.
"Boom"
"Qiang Qiang!"
The huge vibration sound is accompanied by the shuttle strength and collision sound of ten thousand arrows.
On the hand of the gods, the voices of glory, blessing, singing and praise of the gods continued to be heard, but the strength of the ten thousand arrows was not weak, and even his hand of the gods began to crack for a few points.
However, ye Vatican''s fist also came with it. The strength of the fist went out. The external force in front had not dispersed, but the rear force broke out again.
"Poof"
With the sound of a blood spurting, the whole man seemed to be paper paste. Ye Fantian''s strength beat the flesh to pieces, and even formed sections of stumps. His eyes looked at Ye Fantian with an unbelievable look.
At this time, ye Vatican showed his strongest strength, the blessing of divine pattern was to the extreme, and the whole person''s appearance was restored.
"Dacheng is the realm of eternal jiuchongtian... You... Can go against the sky!"
At the last moment, shenwujian pierced Ye Fantian''s real strength.
"No!"
Ye Fantian''s eyes flickered constantly, stretched out his hand, and then integrated it into his own hell world. Sections of marks began to appear, including the profound meaning of the divine arrow and the understanding of the arrow way.
This is the effect after the fourth floor of hell. After sending away the flesh of these strong men, ye Fantian can control all understanding, understanding of martial arts and life.
It has to be said that if ye Fantian devours thousands of powerful people, his understanding of martial arts will reach an anti heaven level.
This is the powerful mystery of hell. It is hard for ye Fantian to imagine how amazing and terrible the benefits would be if the eighteen layer hell were completely created.
Of course, this is also a kind of imagination of Ye Fantian. Now he is far from the effect of the eighteen floors.
"The mystery of martial arts and the mystery of the flesh are combined in everything. The power is so terrible and amazing. My move infuses my supreme will and the powerful power of the flesh. It can burst the body of an immortal middle-level peak strong man and fall it."
Ye Fantian can''t imagine, it''s simply unimaginable.
In the past, the immortal middle-level strong man has reached a boundless level. Although he is not looking up, he is definitely a supreme terrorist existence.
"Qiang Qiang..."
The war gun was ringing, the magic knife was making a violent sound, and a vast sense of war began to appear.
This supreme terror of war represents not only a kind of killing, but also a kind of towering arrogance, which is an evil and profound breath.
This breath seemed like a star river across the sky and the universe, and quickly came to Ye Fantian.
The breath is as deep as Jiuyou. In an instant, hundreds of people have come to Ye Fantian.
Strange and ghostly figures, a pair of evil eyes slowly stare at Ye Fantian. The cold and piercing breath makes people palpitate to the extreme. Even ye Fantian himself feels the boundless greatness and terror of the breath. Even being stared at by this group of people, he has an impulse to get rid of himself.
"Who, who are these guys?"
Ye Fantian''s heart was shocked to the extreme.
Evil has reached an earth shaking level. A breath can make ye Fantian feel the extreme taste of evil.
"So weak..."
The first one spoke slowly.
There was a trace of coldness in the sound, which made people''s mysterious souls seem to be frozen.
They sat on the mount and looked at Ye Fantian as if he were a monkey, flashing a trace of disdain from time to time.
"In this life... I didn''t expect to meet such a weak master."
Again, someone began to speak slowly.
"Hum... Shut up!"
One person shouted fiercely. At that time, all the words began to stop abruptly, and all the breath seemed to be abandoned.
"Meet the hell emperor!"
With this person''s action, everyone knelt down on the ground. Although the number was only hundreds, it erupted into boundless prestige.
"The old part of hell?!"
A line of ancient memories suddenly appeared in Ye Fantian''s mind