Mechanical God Emperor

Zhang Hanshan looked surprised and fell on Yang Feng's body, flashing an incredible color: "It is him!! Yang Shidi!!"

Zhou Feng slightly stunned, his eyes also fell on Yang Feng's body, his brow slightly wrinkled: "Yang Shidi, too impulsive!"

Zhong Sun secretly frowned: "It is him!! Yang Feng brother! He has to challenge Yi Yuanyang, too early!!"

Zhang Hanshan and other martial arts true disciples know that Yang Feng's strength is extraordinary, even the Star Warlock, and few people are his opponents. But that Yi Yuanyang is a horror that can defeat the Yuehua Warlock, whose strength is comparable to that of the demon. No one thinks that Yang Feng will be his opponent.

Yi Yuanyang’s face was slightly sunken and turned to look at Yang Feng. It was like a star in the eyes of a star, and it was flashing the cold murder. Since he debuted, some people have dared to talk to him for the first time.

Shi Xue smiled like a gem with a bright ray of light: "Brother, you don't need to shoot, this is a thing that doesn't know how to be tall. I will defeat him!"

Yang Feng smiled slightly, completely ignoring Yi Yuanyang, and came out: "Snow, you have the repair of the Yuehua Warlock and he is a big bully, and he won't win. Only when I defeat him, he will be convinced. Oral, let him know that he is just a waste."

Yi Yuanyang's gaze was slightly condensed, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He smiled coldly: "A big warlock in the district has dared to challenge me. It is really something that is not self-sufficient. If you want to fight with me, you are not enough. Qualification, when you are promoted to become a Star Warlock, I will consider whether to fight with you."

Yang Feng retorted his lips: "According to your statement, what is your qualification for this starry warlock to challenge my sister. My sister is a moon warlock, you waste, wait until you practice to the moon warlock, and then challenge my sister. However, it must be time, my sister has been promoted to become a sundial warlock, a finger can kill you such a small ants who are not self-sufficient."

Yi Yuanyang, a cold smile, stepped into the arena: "Well, since you are taking insults, then I will fulfill you. Accept your challenge."

Lu Wu's brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a worrying color in his eyes: "Yang Feng, can you be sure?"

At the time of the gate, Yang Feng’s defeat of Zhong Sun’s darkness has already made people look impressive. Even so, Lu Wuchen does not think that Yang Feng can compete with Yi Yuanyang.

Yang Feng smiled slightly: "Sovereign, please let me have a try."

Lu Wuchen has been indulging for a while. Nodded slightly.

Yang Feng stepped into the arena.

"The big warlock!! He actually challenged Yi Yuanyang with the repair of the big warlock. I really don't know how to live and die."

"On the Mozong of the Mozong, Mo Wuheng, the strongman of the Yuehua Warlock class, was defeated in the hands of Yi Yuanyang. He had a big warlock who challenged Yi Yuanyang. I really don't know how to live and die."

"..."

A series of spiritual fluctuations echoed in this area, and the eyes full of sarcasm focused on Yang Feng.

Zhao Yilian’s mouth was slightly raised, revealing a sneer: “It’s stupid, and the big warlocks in the district dare to challenge Yi Yuanyang. It’s stupid and disappointing. It seems that the pro-disciples of the four great emperors of the Wars are not as good as the one generation. It is."

That beauty is absolutely beautiful. For example, the beautiful eyes of the same plant Bai Xianlian’s beautiful eyes fell on Yang Feng’s thoughts: “That’s not necessarily, he dared to challenge Yi Yuanyang. Presumably, there is also a bit of skill. This war, maybe it will be greatly Too unexpected."

Zhao Yilian flashed a touch of dignified color, curiously asked: "Why would you look like this?"

This beautiful beauty in front of us, such as the beauty of the same plant Bai Xianlian is the contemporary sacred white lotus of St. Lianzong. She is also the most outstanding genius of St. Lianzong's generation. She is very intelligent and has extraordinary insights.

Bai Yilian said faintly: "This person used to harvest hundreds of millions of feats in the Darkfield Black Ink Theater. It is definitely not a simple character."

Zhao Yilian took a breath of cold air, and his eyes fell on Yang Feng. In the beautiful world, he also flashed a dignified color: "In a ghost place like the demon domain, it is possible to harvest hundreds of millions of merits in less than a month, then this person really does not simple!"

Yang Feng’s hand turned over, and the sword of the artifact’s flame immediately appeared in his hand, faintly said: “Yi Yuanyang, I don’t want to bully, I will give you a chance, you can shoot it first!”

Yi Yuanyang was still so despised for the first time, and he was still a big warlock in the district. His eyes flashed a raging anger, and he said coldly: "Well, if you do, then you will turn it into gray!" ”

A field of flames containing violent flame elements suddenly broke out, and Yang Feng was directly shrouded in the blink of an eye. Numerous fire ravens, fire snakes, and fire dragons suddenly appeared in the flame field, directly rushing toward Yang Feng.

The entire arena was shrouded in violent flames, even though they were outside the arena, and the rest of the audience could still feel a burning sensation.

Zhang Hanshan and other warrior disciples in the heart of a slight tighten, a look of dignified color. A few weaker true disciples even had a whitish face, and the flame field released by Yi Yuanyang could be burned to ash in the blink of an eye.

"Only this level? Take out your polar day and nine Yao, otherwise, you are not my opponent at all!"

From the fire sea, Yang Feng’s voice came out. The countless flames in the flame field burst into madness and turned into a flame vortex that directly fell into the sword of the artifact in the hands of Yang Feng.

Between a few breaths, the flame field completely collapsed and disappeared.

"Six-level secret treasure? No, this is an artifact of the ectopic face! You can't see it, you still have some skills."

Yi Yuanyang swept the sword of the flame of the artifact in the hands of Yang Feng. He smiled coldly, silently recited the mantra, flexed his finger, and displayed a five-level five-level spell.

A series of flame elements surging, a palm-sized, full of spirituality, the star fire magic butterfly containing the elements of horror flames flew out.

Almost a breath, tens of thousands of stars and fire butterflies spread all over the area, turning into a flame of light, sweeping toward Yang Feng.

The Star Fire Magic Butterfly is an extremely powerful secret method. Each of the Star Fire Magic Butterfly contains a horrible flame force, which is only slightly worse than the Sun Golden Flame. Even the Star Warlock, burned by the Star Fire Butterfly, was easily burned to ash by the Star Fire Butterfly.

"You only have this degree? The son of Taiyizong really disappoints me! It’s only this ability, even my ability to do nothing."

Yang Feng smiled coldly, holding the sword of the artifact flame, a slight thorn, the flame law surging, a horrible whirlpool spewed out from the flame sword.

The tens of thousands of Starfire Magic butterflies are immediately caught in the whirlpool of the moth like a moth, and they are swallowed one by one.

Yi Yuanyang’s eyes screamed coldly and shouted: “Explosion!”

The one star fire butterfly instantly burst open, turned into a piece of flame, bursting the vortex directly, and swept away toward Yang Feng.

Yang Feng waved his hand, and the sword of the flame gave birth to nine whirlpools, madly swallowing the flame of the explosion of the star fire butterfly.

In the flames of the explosion, a flash of fire flashed, and the body of Yi Yuanyang formed in the blink of an eye. A sneer flashed in his eyes. From the back of Yang Feng, a palm directly slammed into the heart of Yang Feng.

This is the flame-light conversion method of Taiyi Zong, and it is also a very secretive secret. After mastering this secret method, Yi Yuanyang was able to shuttle freely among various flames, and he was so powerful and powerful.

Just as Yi Yuanyang was about to hit a blast in Yang Feng, Yang Feng’s back seemed to have long eyes, and the body was slightly on one side. A palm was like a meteor, and it slammed into Yi Yuanyang’s abdomen. I blasted into the body of Yi Yuanyang.

Yi Yuanyang's face changed greatly, and a blood with a flame was sprayed out. The body collapsed and turned into a little flame disappeared.

In the next moment, in the place where Yi Yuanyang stood, countless flames suddenly surged and formed the deity of Yi Yuanyang. At this time, his mouth was bleeding, and he looked awkward. Looking at Yang Feng, his eyes flashed a dignified color.

"Yi Yuanyang was actually hurt!!"

"This, how is this possible! Yi Yuanyang, how could it be hurt!!"

"Yi Yuanyang actually hurts him!! He, he is just a big warlock!!"

"..."

Within the hall, the leaders of the major forces saw this scene, one by one stunned and could not believe their eyes. That Yi Yuanyang is even a powerful Yuehua warlock who has been defeated by Mo Wuheng, and now he was injured by a big warlock-level Yang Feng. It’s as incredible as a dragon was shot by an ant.

The cracked smile suddenly became stiff, and an unbelievable color flashed through the eyes, staring at Yang Feng, who stood in the same place.

Lu Wuchen’s frowning brows also stretched out, revealing a smile. Even if Yang Feng directly admits defeat, the face of the War Magician is also very bright.

Zhang Hanshan took a long breath and flashed a touch of sorrow in the beauty. She smiled and smiled: "Yang Shidi is really terrible!! I looked away."

Zhou Feng shook his head slightly, and there was a smile in his eyebrows: "This pair of brothers and sisters are monsters!!"

Zhao Yilian flashed a touch of dignified color in the mouth: "You are right, he really is extraordinary! Far beyond our expectations!"

Bai Yilian stared at the beauty of Yang Feng and flashed a splendid color.

Yang Feng took his hands behind his back and took a look at Yi Yuanyang. His mouth was slightly raised, and he was at the top of his mouth: "Yi Yuanyang, you have just fought two games, and you must consume a lot of mental power. I will allow you to drink a few bottles of potion. Take a good rest for a few hours. Don't let you wait until you complain. I am bullying and swearing, and I won't win." (To be continued~^~)