Chapter 707

In the dark and empty cave, the prince of the snake is black and shining all over the world, emitting an extremely terrible sense of yin and cold. Behind him, there is a void, and the virtual shadow of the fierce snake meanders and swims like a real existence, whistling and roaring, breaking out an extremely terrible momentum.

At the moment, the prince of the snake didn't keep his hand. He burned the blood of the sage in his body and urged his physical strength to the extreme. He kept shaking with Ye Hao without any concession.

He really doesn't believe in evil. With his blood, how can he be hurt by an ordinary young man with a fist? You know, he is a real snake. If he really grows up, he can even fight with the real dragon in the future. It is reasonable that his physical strength should be his greatest advantage.

However, with the constant hard shaking and confrontation with the youth, the dissatisfaction in the heart of the prince snake gradually turned into shock and finally turned into a deep shock, because even if he urged his body to the extreme, he still faintly fell in the wind in every hard shaking collision.

With each blow of his fist, the nothingness was torn and the space vibrated, but it seemed that he could not shake the strange young man. What the prince snake couldn't accept was that the young man's counterattack made his Qi and blood churn continuously, and his body and soul felt a sharp pain, as if he would disintegrate at any time.

This makes the prince of the snake set off a storm in his heart, and he can't calm down at all.

Why is the physique of this young man who doesn't show mountains and dew so terrible?

Even more terrible than his snake blood!

Is this boy the young son of the real dragon?

The prince of the snake was breathing rapidly. Although his momentum was still magnificent, there were fine cracks and blood flowing in some parts of his body.

At this moment, even if he was no longer willing to admit it, he could only accept this fact. In terms of physique, he was really not as good as this strange boy of unknown origin.

"Jin Shengzi, don't do it yet!"

A sense of crisis loomed in the heart of the prince of the snake. He didn't care too much. He was busy yelling at Jin Wuwei. In the face of the young man, he fell slightly behind, but if he added the nine sons of the lion family, he would be able to suppress him.

Of course, his words shocked everyone in the audience and made them feel unimaginable. He has always been invincible and looked down at the saint and son level demons of the same level of Tianjiao, but he was asking for help?

Even Jin Wuwei and Jin cancan's eyes are full of wonder. The prince of the snake is not as powerful as him. Is he still no match for a boy of unknown origin?

Boom!

Restricted by the soul oath, Jin Wuwei also had to fight. Suddenly, his body was full of gold, dazzling and bright like the nine day sun. The void behind him was a giant lion with blood and blood. With nine heads, he was powerful and ferocious. The vast and majestic pressure erupted from the sky and suppressed the void.

The nine Golden Lions, which are also a kind of wild species, are not weaker than the snake. They are also a powerful group with a fierce reputation in the star sea.

Roar!

In the void, the giant lion's virtual shadow roared up to the sky, and the sound wave shook the sky, making all the Tianjiao outside the territory soft on their knees and prostrate on the ground. Even Ye Hao's body was slightly sluggish, as if his mind was greatly affected.

"Divine attack?"

Ye Hao's face was slightly white, and his face was even more dignified. The son of God was worthy of being the son of God, especially the prince of snake. He was indeed better than the former Zihua son.

On the other side, the nine lions' Holy Son, judging from the strange divine sense attack just now, his strength is obviously not weaker than the former, which is also very difficult.

"Hum, the so-called son of God is nothing more than that." the discomfort of forcing down the spirit, the cold flash in Ye Hao's eyes, sprinkled ran cold drink, "let's go together!"

Boom!

Ye Hao's internal strength rose again, pushing the extreme state method to the extreme. His internal Qi and blood was almost boiling, and an incomparably vast force erupted. His whole body was covered with bright golden awns, filled with a trace of divinity, which seemed more amazing than the two holy sons with the same bright divine awns.

"Arrogance!"

Jin Wuwei drank coldly. His anger appeared in his golden eyes, and his body rushed out with the surging weather.

"Zhenhun bridge, Ning!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Hao directly pinched the formula with both hands. Suddenly, in the void, an ancient and simple stone bridge full of dark and thick vicissitudes appeared.

WOW!

The zhenhun bridge was made of the stone of Xiantian road. Although it is broken now, it was once a soldier of Jidao emperor. As soon as it condenses, it directly collapses the void and smashes the nine lion family saints with the momentum of suppressing all spirits.

Roar!

The sudden change made Jin Wuwei look a little changed. He didn't dare to be careless. He was a Taoist soldier who directly handed over his life to practice. However, under the pressure of zhenhunqiao Town, the Taoist soldier was instantly damaged.

"How is that possible?!"

Jin Wuwei's eyes suddenly shrunk, and there was a deep horror in his eyes. You know, his Taoist soldiers are different from ordinary people. They are made of various rare materials, and even mixed with a trace of congenital mother metal he asked from his ancestors. His power is definitely the top among Taoist soldiers.

But who ever thought that the supreme treasure among the Taoist soldiers was completely suppressed by the strange stone bridge with only one face to face, and the damage was very serious.

This scene made Zihua Shengzi's face appear a strange smile of schadenfreude not far away. At the beginning, he was badly hit by zhenhun bridge, so he knew the horror of this strange stone bridge best. Jin Wuwei wanted to compete with it with only a few Taoist soldiers, and there was no chance of winning at all.

"Damn it!"

When the Taoist soldiers were damaged, Jin Wuwei's face turned a little white. While gritting his teeth, he could only harden his scalp and urge a secret treasure given by the old ancestor to reluctantly resist the strange stone bridge under constant suppression.

The zhenhun bridge is blocked. This is the inside story of the sage's blood. Only the nine lions and other Xinghai strong families are extravagant enough to let the son of heaven create Taoist soldiers with a trace of mother gold and carry a secret treasure that can resist the incomplete imperial weapons.

"Hum, it costs me a secret treasure. You should kill me!"

Jin Wuwei drank coldly, and cold murders appeared in his golden eyes. He rushed to the youth with a towering momentum, and the bright fist prints were constantly smashed out like falling stars.

Boom!

In the open cave, Ye Hao and the two holy sons have turned into three streamers and are tightly intertwined. The fist prints are in the air, and the divine awns are staggered. They make a strong sound of energy breaking through the air. The sound explosion is roaring and deafening, resulting in the continuous explosion of the surrounding void. The scene is very terrible.

Facing the blood of the two saints alone, Rao shiye Hao was vaguely defeated and gradually defeated. However, there was no fear on his face. On the contrary, black eyes showed a fanatical sense of war. They seemed to fall into a violent state, constantly shaking and colliding with the prince of snake and Jin Wuwei, exchanging injury for injury without giving in at all.

Looking at the inter field war, a group of extraterritorial Tianjiao at the edge had already been completely petrified. Everyone looked stiff, stunned, afraid to make a sound, as if they even stopped breathing.

Before that, no one could imagine that an ordinary young man with unknown origin could fight against the two saint and son level demons alone, and he was only a little downwind and was not suppressed immediately. This was like a Arabian Night, too untrue.