Chapter 820

Among the experts beyond the realm, only those at the level of sect leader can have deterrent power, just like the original master of Zhenwu school and the old city master. They are all experts at the level of the prince.

Ye Xiwen found a statue of Mao stiff and began to fight. These Mao stiff are almost invulnerable. They are poisonous all over. If they are contaminated, they may become zombies. This is very terrible.

In addition to being a little stiff and moving slowly, there are almost no shortcomings. For ye Xiwen, this is simply a rare sandbag.

Yes, in other people's eyes, the extremely dangerous hair stiffness is a sandbag in his eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Ye Xiwen can do his best without scruples, with almost no hands left. Only these zombies can withstand his terrible bombardment.

The two sides have simply returned to the most primitive battle. There is no gorgeous martial arts and moves. There is nothing. The only thing is the competition between pure power and body.

One punch!

One punch!

One punch!

After the 100th punch, the head was stiff, and finally there was no way to resist. There was a scream on the spot, and the body was torn apart and poisoned blood was flying.

"Ha ha ha, have fun!" Ye Xiwen laughed and said that now there are few opponents who can compete with him on the flesh, and there are few opportunities to do so.

Even an expert like the leader of baxingzhai, when facing Ye Xiwen, he was just killed by two moves.

On the other side, on the whole battlefield, the defeat of those Mao stiff has become inevitable. Among these detached masters, two masters are the most terrible. One is an old man with pale hair and young face, dressed in a moon white robe, and looks familiar. The other is the fierce wind. In a short time, these two masters alone, I've already killed twenty hair stiff.

With the help of other overlord forces, the tide of zombies was finally suppressed.

Ye Xiwen went back to help the people of Zhenwu school directly kill the head of Mao stiff. For him now, these Mao stiff are not a great threat.

Just after the people worked together to kill the last head of Mao stiff, the whole cave began to rumble, and the whole ground was shaking wildly. Far away, they only saw that in the depths of the cave, a transmission platform rose slowly.

On this light platform, ten tokens were condensed and appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to those tokens.

"Those tokens are the tokens leading to the ancient continent. Only holding this token can we go to the ancient continent. Ten tokens will be condensed in a hundred years!"

I don't know who among the martial artists shouted, which immediately made countless people's eyes straight. They didn't expect that there were such restrictions when they wanted to go to the ancient continent. It was unexpected.

"There's really nothing wrong, that's it!" An old warrior stood up and confirmed this statement, "in ancient times, the ancient continent was from all levels to high levels. Every 100 years, only the best ten people had the opportunity to go to the ancient continent with a token! But each token can take ten people!"

People's hearts sank. Unexpectedly, only ten people have the chance to go every 100 years. In other words, some people may not have the chance to die.

Not everyone can get on this conveyor.

But the temptation to break their own limits immediately made their eyes red. Even those hegemonic forces, when it comes to the improvement of their own strength, the six relatives can deny it, not to mention the threat of those hegemonic forces.

"This one is mine!" At this time, the door master of the burning Heaven Gate immediately took action. All of a sudden, the burning Heaven Gate sacrifice went out, immediately sent out a pillar of fire, shrouded a token and caught it in his hand.

Then several other overlord forces with town sect magic tools also shot one after another.

People can only watch them do it, because the power of zhenpai magic tools is too strong. Even if they are not fully prepared now, they can't fully urge them, but the power is far higher than that of ordinary super detachable tools. Moreover, most of the people present don't even have super detachable tools.

So I can only watch them take away the six tokens in an instant, but fortunately they are also afraid of public anger, so only one family took away one token and didn't catch all the other tokens.

At that time, the remaining four tokens became a pastry in the eyes of everyone. Even ye Xiwen was ready to go. At this time, he finally understood why Li Feng had to tell him that he must grab one of the ten tokens. He had already known it.

What's the identity of Li Feng? How do you know so much?

However, the doubt in his heart was just a flash, and he didn't go deep into it, because there was no time to go deep into it at this time.

The reason why he didn't move the first six was because of those zhenpai magic tools. In his heavenly source mirror, he suppressed this zhenpai magic tool, so he knew the power of these zhenpai magic tools. Even if he wanted to compete, he couldn't get well, and there was no need at all.

So he could only get one of the remaining four.

Without waiting for the public to react, the old man and Li Feng with crane hair and childlike face made their own moves. They grabbed two with almost no effort, and no one dared to have any doubt, because they were too strong. The power of killing ten zombies in succession just now frightened the public. This efficiency was more powerful than those overlord forces with town sect magic tools.

At this time, ye Xiwen also made a move. He didn't want to wait for the last token to wave. I'm afraid the competition will be unprecedentedly fierce.

"Brush!" At once, ye Xiwen caught the token in his hand, but he felt that it was soft to start with. It was not real objects, but energy. It took a hundred years to condense ten. It can be said that it is rare.

"Stop, put down the token, or I'll kill you!"

A master level monk rushed up with red eyes. Stimulated by the token, he was a little crazy and couldn't care about so many things.

For those who have reached the level of sect leader, the road of cultivation has really come to an end. If there is no accident, they can only wait for death like their ancestors in previous dynasties.

But now the opportunity to go to the ancient continent is in front of him. How can he miss it? He's a little crazy for this opportunity.

It seems that ye Xiwen is easier than others.

Ye Xiwen sneered and glanced around, but all he saw were greedy eyes, staring at the token in Ye Xiwen's hand. Among the nine forces that got the token, only Ye Xiwen was the weakest. Therefore, if they want to fight, they mostly want to fight ye Xiwen.

"I'm really looking for death. I dare to hit my attention!" Before the master who was beyond the realm could say any more threats, ye Xiwen had been killed in front of him.

With five fingers pinching the fist, the momentum of the whole body instantly climbed to the peak, and the golden divinity instantly covered the whole body, which was stronger than that when fighting with the leader of baxingzhai just now.

The fist power swept out a terrible fist, like a pillar of light, and fell hard.

The detached monk immediately summoned up all means to defend. He didn't wake up until ye Xiwen took the shot. Indeed, ye Xiwen seemed to be the weakest of the nine sides, but even the weakest one was a generation of peerless murderers. The elder of the eight star Zhai was in his hand just now, Those who have almost no power to fight back will be maimed.

But it was too late to react at this time. Ye Xiwen's boxing style was like a mountain, crushing all his defenses in an instant, and one punch hit him.

"Bang!" He was directly blown out by a punch. All his inner armor and defensive magic tools were broken almost instantly. He was secretly shocked. What kind of monster is this? How can the flesh be strong enough.

Before he could finish sighing, ye Xiwen's next punch had been hit.

"Bang!"

It was another punch as heavy as Mount Tai. He finally couldn't help it. A mouthful of blood gushed out and his body flew again. However, ye Xiwen was simply unreasonable, and the big smashing star dust fist fell like rain.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

This detached casual practice was directly cut off by Ye Xiwen, and the blood essence was brushed away by Tianyuan mirror.

"Who else has an opinion?" Ye Xiwen glanced at the crowd with a cold look.

The people were immediately frightened and did not dare to plot the token in Ye Xiwen's hand. Suddenly, they felt a pity. The scattered cultivation of the sect master level was obviously too anxious.

Although there are only ten tokens now, ten tokens will be produced every 100 years. Even if he doesn't have a chance this time, he may not have a chance next time. Anyway, these super experts have a long life and have at least dozens of opportunities. Can't they be successful once?

Even those overlord forces dare not seize these tokens every time, otherwise they will suffer public anger.

Moreover, a token can take ten people to go. Even a hegemonic force may need a few in a thousand years. They dare not send all the experts beyond the border to the ancient continent unless they intend not to have their own foundation, so they have a lot of opportunities.

Seeing that the people were no longer opposed, ye Xiwen returned to the array of Zhenwu University. He was very excited when he won a token.

(to be continued)