Chapter 17

"I admit defeat directly. This is the strongest true disciple of heaven sect except the son. I'm so spineless."

"From this point of view, heaven religion is really the worst of the four main doors in the magic sea world, at least in the younger generation." Someone shook his head and sighed.

Ling Feng snorted with disdain, took back his golden sword and left.

Bai linger looked at the Yang Dingtian who fled back in a panic. He looked like he hated iron and didn't become steel. He said angrily, "you didn't fight any more. You just admit defeat!"

Yang Dingtian reluctantly spread his hand: "I don't want to. The problem is that Ling Feng's sword spirit is too strong. I'm afraid if I don't admit defeat, I will be killed by the other party's three swords and two swords."

Hearing the speech, Bai linger was so angry that she clenched her silver teeth and stamped her feet angrily, which was helpless.

"Holy Son, now our god religion is really a mess. Nothing can compare with others. In this way, our god religion will become very bad in the eyes of these people." Bai linger said reluctantly.

Yu Wentian said faintly, "look at it quietly."

Although Yu Wentian was surprised by the disastrous defeat of inner disciples and true disciples, he still didn't pay any attention to these things. Maybe the strength of heaven sect is really bad, but what does it have to do with him.

Next is the competition between the saints and sons, which is the competition of the strongest young generation of the four top sects in the magic sea world. Everyone in the red house is full of expectations.

Not only foreign fighters, but also the inner disciples and true disciples of the four major sects, and even the city master of Dongfang City looked at the next battle with burning eyes.

Yuwentian knew his chance was coming, but he was not too excited, but calmed down.

He took a general look at Fang Shen, Zhan Feng and Zi long. There is no doubt that the cultivation of these three people has entered the realm of Zi Fu. Among them, Fang Shen has the strongest strength and cultivation, which is full of the four heavy days of Zi Fu, Zhan Feng is the three heavy days of Zi Fu, and Zi Long has the weakest cultivation, which is the two heavy days of Zi Fu.

Yuwentian is confident that there is absolutely no problem to deal with these people with his own strength, but he is afraid that these guys will escape.

So he knew that he could not kill Fang Shen first, otherwise Zilong and Zhanfeng would run for their lives as long as they were not idiots. He was not confident that he could kill the two martial artists in Zifu realm who ran for their lives.

"Well, it seems that Fang Shen must stay until the end. It's more reasonable to start with the weakest purple dragon." Yu Wentian thought so.

With this in mind, Yu Wentian no longer hesitated and stepped out directly to the martial arts competition platform of the red hall.

"Purple dragon, come down and fight." Yuwentian shouted directly at Zilong.

"Huh?" Zilong didn't think that yuwentian would choose to fight with him first. Did he look very weak.

At the thought of this, Zilong was also a little angry, because when he wanted to come, yuwentian should first fight with Fangshen. After all, the previous two people were very difficult to deal with.

Zilong flew to the opposite side of yuwentian and said coldly, "yuwentian, it seems that you think I'm easier to deal with and want to save some face for you."

Yu Wentian was afraid of arousing the vigilance of the war wind and the square God, so he suppressed his cultivation to the Zifu yichongtian, which revealed only the breath of the Zifu yichongtian.

Yu Wentian nodded and said, "yes, I really think you are easier to deal with."

"You, hum, I'd like to see how you think I'm easy to deal with, a guy who only has purple mansion." Even Zilong's mind was angered by yuwentian.

Zilong stepped forward and his whole body rose. The powerful momentum of Zifu erchongtian shocked the whole audience. Circle after circle of air waves continued to spread around, and the air was buzzing.

"Hum! Now I know the gap between you and me." The purple dragon laughed and said, "don't deny that your heaven religion is the worst existence. Even you, the Holy Son, can't recover anything."

The martial artist of the red Hall said: "the purple dragon is the double heaven of the purple house, and the yuwentian is only the single heaven of the purple house. It certainly won't be the opponent of the purple dragon. It seems that the heaven sect is really the weakest existence. I almost want to go to the heaven sect to learn skills. Now I can't go."

"If it goes on like this, heaven religion will surely decline."

Both Fang Shen and Zhan Feng looked at Yu Wentian disdainfully, and a touch of light mockery was raised at the corners of their mouths.

Yu Wentian's face was expressionless. Anyway, these people were already dead in his eyes. What do you care about with the dead.

"Come on, don't say I won't give you a chance." The purple dragon carried his hands and said faintly that he didn't pay attention to yuwentian at all.

"Well, then go to hell!"

Yu Wentian's face was cold and ruthless. Although he suppressed his cultivation in Zifu, he was still confident of killing the guy opposite.

He quickly pinched the Yin formula with both hands, and the mind method of "Saint thunder formula" ran rapidly in his body. The lightning like cobwebs spread all over his body, and the void behind him seemed to have infinite thunder gathering, with great momentum.

"Huh?" This kind of prestige surprised the indifferent purple dragon, and immediately raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth: "it's a little interesting."

"Thunder shines in the world!"

Yu Wentian drank low in his mouth and pushed his hands forward suddenly. There was an inexplicable traction force in the void. Countless thunders turned into flying electric snakes, spewing out with shining thunder light and amazing electricity, falling wildly towards the purple dragon opposite, and the speed was fast to the extreme.

In the face of such power, the purple dragon's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to be too big. His hands stretched out, and a pair of thick hands burst out an amazing Purple Jade golden awn, and then his whole body burst out a layer of bright Amethyst light.

"Purple lights up the sky!"

With a cold drink from the purple dragon, the majestic purple light erupted, shining on the heaven and earth, and rushed towards the void at a very fast speed. The vitality of the heaven and earth fluctuated violently wherever the extreme purple light passed.

"This is the unique skill of Ziyun sect. Unexpectedly, Zilong used it when he came. This is to kill Yuwen." The martial artists in the red hall discussed the Tao.

"Yuwen, it's terrible. If you don't die, you'll have to be seriously injured." After feeling such a violent fluctuation of the vitality of heaven and earth, the martial artists in the red hall looked at Yu Wentian with sympathy.

Yuwentian's face was expressionless. He quietly waited for Zilong to kill himself.

Boom!

Crackling!

Thunder light and purple light intertwined in the air, making a harsh sound of energy impact. The visible power ripples spread outward in circles, which shocked the martial artists in the red hall.

The power of this impact is too strong.

The majestic energy surged in the void. The void seemed unable to contain such powerful energy and kept shaking.

"Die!"

The extremely cold voice came from Yuwen Tian's mouth. He stretched out his palm at a very fast speed and suddenly patted it towards the void. A glittering blue palm light came out.

Boom!

The brilliant thunder light drowned the purple light in an instant, and then fell to the top of the purple dragon at a very fast speed.

"Ah!"

A painful scream came from the mouth of the purple dragon. He had no time to dodge. In his horror, he was electrified by the thunder light containing the powerful power of lightning. The destructive lightning was madly destroying the vitality of the purple dragon.

In the shocked eyes of the people, in less than a second, the purple dragon had no breath, fell straight to the ground, and the purple hair was shocked to stand up.

"Hiss!"

Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning, looked at the natural yuwentian with incredible eyes, and murmured: "how is this possible? Yuwentian, the cultivation of Zifu yichongtian, actually solved the Zilong of Zifu erchongtian with one move, and it is so crisp and neat, which is a little unscientific."

After being stunned, the inner disciples and true disciples of Ziyun sect stared at Yuwen with cannibal eyes and wanted to kill Yuwen Tian immediately.

Ling Feng is an admirer of Zilong, the Holy Son of Ziyun sect. Seeing such a scene, he has long been so angry that he has lost his reason. The sharp sword Qi rises from him and "Shua" pierces into yuwentian. This sword Qi contains great lethality and is a fatal blow to others.

"Die!"

Yu Wentian didn't look back at all. His mental power sensed the sword spirit attacking at a very fast speed, and directly pointed out that a thick thunder derived from the void, "bang" easily broke Ling Feng's full blow.

In front of the thunder, Ling Feng's sword spirit seemed so ridiculous that it was easily torn up like paper paste.

Bang!

Ling Feng's body suddenly became stiff. He lowered his head hard and saw only a transparent blood hole in his chest, and then he fell down.

"Elder martial brother Lingfeng!"

The disciples of Ziyun sect cried out sadly. They no longer had the arrogance at the beginning. The son and Ling Feng died one after another. All of them had no backbone and spirit. They all wanted to devour Yu Wentian alive. However, with Ling Feng as the lesson of the front car, no one dared to go forward.

"It turned out that the cultivation of the holy thunder formula taught by heaven has reached such a level. No wonder you dare to be so rampant." Fang Shen was just a little surprised. He didn't deny that Yu Wentian's combat effectiveness is really equivalent to Zifu erchongtian.

But so what? For him, it can be suppressed between backhands.

Zhan Feng paid a little attention to Yu Wentian, but only a little. After all, his cultivation is the triple heaven of Zifu.

The disciples of Cangtian cult all looked at Yu Wentian with excited and worshipful eyes, and the previous decadence was swept away.