Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

And still an ancient holy king?

And obviously it has been sealed here for too long, and the movements are stiff and slow, so it is not difficult to deal with.

However, this Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race is obviously not an ordinary person. It raised its head and roared unexpectedly to support the oppression falling from the sky, and suddenly raised the purple flame spear.

"Alright, let you test my strength."

Zi Yan condensed a huge dragon and lifted into the air, roaring as if to demonstrate to Ye Xuan in mid-air.

What surprised Ye Xuan was that the physical strength of this Holy King of the Fire Spirit Clan surpassed his imagination.

"According to my guess, it should be that after the disappearance of the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race, he appeared here for some unknown reason and was sealed into a stone statue."

The Holy King of the Fire Spirit Tribe held the air with his right hand, Huoguang Zhutian condensed his palm, and held a purple flame spear magic weapon in his hand.

It's just that Ye Xuan didn't show the slightest joy on his face, instead he frowned slightly and looked at his fist.

For some reason, he remembered the days of the Holy See of the Holy Spirit. From the rise of the Holy See to the present, he has experienced a lot of things, ups and downs, happy grievances, and met many interesting guys.

At this time, the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, and the big hole in his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wan Tiansheng suddenly stood up, looked in the direction of Qingyi, and said confidently.

"After a long period of time, even if he was at the seventh level of the Venerable Martial Realm when he was at his peak, I am afraid it is difficult to match the strength of the peak now."

The purple flame spear in the hands of the Holy King of Fire Spirit was shattered piece by piece by Ye Xuan's fist from the tip of the spear.

Ye Xuan looked at the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Clan, who seemed to be alive again, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You are really rough-skinned and thick-skinned."

Now that there is a ready-made sandbag in front of him, how can he let it go?

Wan Tiansheng nodded and looked at Ye Xuan, who had gradually lost sight of his figure.

"The road is long, and only if you open the way with your fists can you reach the peak."

He didn't feel any vitality from the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race, but he unexpectedly "lived".

"Indeed."

"Even if this guy cheats, Brother Qingyi will definitely be able to kill it completely!"

The earth under the feet of the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Tribe sank three feet in an instant, and the whole body rattled as if it would collapse at any time.

The most surprising thing was that while the wound was healing, a mountain of unknown location appeared behind the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race.

It was as if the heaven and the earth stood still, and then a huge roar resounded around.

In the next second, Ye Xuan rose to the ground, piercing the clouds and mist, the sun shone with golden light, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky was rendered golden.

"Why, you can't hold it after the first punch?"

When the last punch was thrown, it forced a hole in the chest of the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race.

Don't say it's him by then, I'm afraid even Zhengyi will be implicated by himself.

The Holy King of the Fire Spirit Clan collapsed like a mountain.

Ye Xuan stomped on the ground with his right foot, the hem of his clothes rumbled, he slowly rolled up his two cuffs, and said with a smile.

But now, at most, it is only at the sixth level of the Venerable Martial Realm.

"I remember that it wasn't long before Brother Qingyi broke through. What a monster."

"What's wrong?"

If he had sustained so many punches from Ye Xuan in a row according to the usual respect for martial arts, his physical body would have vanished long ago.

"It may have something to do with him turning into a stone statue."

I don't know when it started, but they gradually relied on Qingyi.

At this time, Ye Xuan stood on the mountain-like body of the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Clan, looked at the Holy King who had lost his head, and said with a half-smile.

And an unimaginable but reasonable idea emerged.

Zheng was stunned for a while and smiled, but was a little helpless.

At this time, Ye Xuan had already pushed the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Clan back more than 700 miles, and he didn't leave the slightest strength in his fists.

Ye Xuan has had countless opportunities in recent times, but there are very few opponents who can let him go all out.

"It's just that I don't know why, the strength displayed by this Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race doesn't seem to be as oppressive as the real seventh-level Venerable Martial Realm."

"What we have to do is to snatch the formation here and prevent those young people from chasing and killing them."

It stared at Ye Xuan who fell from the sky, and swept across with a long spear in one hand, and the trees within a thousand miles were bent down by the strong wind.

Wan Tiansheng's eyes widened, "Fool, he broke through again?"

After finishing speaking, Wan Tiansheng took out dozens of spiritual stones with the color of Caixia, and began to form an array with a cheap smirk.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch up with this guy in this life.

Before the person arrived, the fist wind had already smashed to the ground.

Zheng Yi shook his head and remained silent. Sage Wan Tian didn't see Qing Yi's punch with his own eyes, so he couldn't understand his current mood.

And now it's just barely breaking the physique of the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race.

He looked at the punch like a big sun falling from the sky, and an idea could not help but emerge in his heart.

Is a silent.

Wan Tiansheng saw the air waves coming from a distance, and quickly choked with one hand to cast a barrier to protect the formation under his feet, and muttered.

The strength of this Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race is quite satisfactory, and at his peak, he may have the strength of the seventh level of the Martial Realm.

This fist is like the sun falling into the sea.

"Brother Qingyi's battle seems to be very moving."

The light of the sun fell on Ye Xuan's shoulders, like a goddess.

His figure began to turn upside down, falling toward the ground.

Zheng Yi retracted his gaze, sighed and said, "The imposing power of Qingyi's punch is something I've never seen before, and I can't imagine it."

The whole earth trembled.

"He broke through again."

This punch has not yet landed, and there is such a big movement. If it really falls, is it still worth it?

Wan Tiansheng, who was originally arranging the formation pit, almost dropped the Caixia Lingshi in his hand, and was shocked in a cold sweat.

However, this purple flame dragon was smashed by Ye Xuan's fist in an instant, and the fist continued to fall.

"You can take a few more punches."

He touched his chin and said slowly.

Then he saw Zheng Yi was looking in Ye Xuan's direction with a serious face, and he couldn't help asking in confusion.

It doesn't matter if you take these top-level spiritual stones, but now he has set up three large killing formations around them. If you are not careful, the spiritual stones in your hands will become bombs. Totally detonated.

After all, they are also dignified sons, how can they be treated like a supporter of celebration, and they have to be willing to have no complaints.

It seems that following this guy is not impossible.

Wan Tiansheng suddenly thought of a question and said: "You said, is this Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race dead now, or is he temporarily alive?"