Chapter 120 (1/2)

The little Marquis threw a fist directly in front of Ye Xiwen. This is an extremely overbearing fist technique. With one fist, the real Qi in his body rushed out like a flood.

When ye Xiwen stepped on the foot, the Tianxian step was launched in an instant. The power of Dacheng Tianxian step was instantly reflected. Green clothes floated and stepped on a mysterious pace to avoid the punch of the little marquis.

Then ye Xiwen clapped his palm, startled as thunder and lightning, and burst out in an instant. Ye Xiwen's palm was wrapped with thunder cloud like Qi, which burst open in an instant, and his muscles stirred up in an instant, with a strong momentum.

With a low drink, the thunder runner suddenly burst out, like a ball of lightning rushing down.

”How possible!” The seven young men all had an unbelievable expression on their face, ”how can he be so powerful!”

The seven youths saw that palm and immediately sweated. If this was me and their opponent was Ye Xiwen, they were afraid that they would be blown up in an instant.

They had not heard of simultaneous interpreting of Ye Xi Wen's defeat of Mo Han, but before that, ye had just broken through in front of them. In their view, Ye Xiwen was even stronger, and it could not be as true as a rumor, a martial artist who was a small circle. But this meeting completely overturned their original thoughts.

The little Marquis didn't expect that ye Xiwen's strength was so strong. Before, he always heard the seven people say that ye Xiwen was just a false name. At most, he was more powerful than the seven people, but now he really saw it and knew how wrong it was.

Ye Xiwen's arrogance is far beyond his imagination. Among the inner disciples, he has only seen it in the seed disciples.

However, at this time, I couldn't care to complain. I quickly held the moon in my arms and closed my fist to my chest. In an instant, it was like a reinforced wall.

For others, it is absolutely an iron wall.

”Want to keep it?” Ye Xiwen sneered. The thunder runner accelerated again, fierce and accurate, and immediately patted the little Marquis's chest.

Ye Xiwen's thunder running hand immediately inserted into the arms of the little Marquis, hugged the moon, and shot the little marquis in an instant.

”Bang!” With a thunderous sound, the little Marquis's body suddenly flew out, flew high, and fell to the ground.

The little Marquis hit the ground hard, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. His eyes were full of fierce color. Suddenly, a cold light flashed out of his body, almost a black light, and instantly killed Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen was shocked. He immediately knew that the cold light was not trivial. He quickly raised his hand and cut out a knife light.

”Bang!” The knife light and the cold light collided with each other, and ye Xiwen felt a huge force spitting out from the cold light, almost letting the long knife out of his hand.