Ye Xingchen asked: "You, the Four Winds Alliance, are the least to worry about, right?"

As far as he knows, the Four Winds Alliance has existed since ancient times, and has been very prosperous for millions of years. It can be said that there is no organization that can compete with the Four Winds Alliance in the information network.

Furthermore, there are many forces involved within the Four Winds Alliance, and no force will deal with the Four Winds Alliance. After all, the Four Winds Alliance has great interests in all major forces, including the dark forces.

Geng Yao gave Ye Xingchen a strange look, and then said: "Of course I'm not worried about what will happen to the Four Winds Alliance, I'm worried about you."

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen coughed and said, "Don't speak so affectionately."

"Haha... don't worry, I'm not that kind of person. The era I'm looking forward to is exactly the era of martial arts that Emperor Ye Tian wants to create. I'm not willing to accept it."

As he spoke, Geng Yao clenched his fists, then slowly exhaled, and said again: "I also have a sincere heart in martial arts, and I also want to be inspired by martial arts, but my martial arts is mediocre."

Ye Xingchen could tell from Geng Yao's words that he was quite ambitious in martial arts, but it was human nature to have ambitions in martial arts. It would be abnormal if he did not have the ambition to pursue martial arts.

"Do you have martial arts blood?" Ye Xingchen asked.

Geng Yao sighed and said: "It's not all because of this. After passing a martial arts threshold, you can realize that there is a higher threshold, but the conditions for entry are determined by yourself, isn't it? Take ten thousand steps back

For me, blood is not an important factor, but it is an indispensable condition. Life is inherently unfair, and in this martial arts world of the jungle, this gap is vividly displayed, and my martial arts heart is buried in

In this unbridgeable chasm."

"Do you know the origin of martial arts?" Ye Xingchen asked.

The reason why he asked this was to be sure that Geng Yao knew something about the origin of martial arts. He should know the martial arts system before the ancient times.

Geng Yao was silent for a while, then said: "Yes, seven months ago, I learned from a volume of Tantric Buddhism that the origin of martial arts is the soul."

He continued: "Shouldn't the martial arts system be based on the soul as its origin, rather than blood?"

His analysis was correct, but times are changing. After seven martial arts eras and hundreds of millions of years, this is a development trend.

However, a road will always have an end, and the current martial arts road will naturally have another choice when it reaches the end of the true martial arts era, otherwise there will be no way out.

"Brother Ye, what do you think of Wang Junzhi?" Geng Yao asked.

"Martial arts? Even if the martial arts era changes, I think her martial arts heart will remain unwavering. It's like a letter sent by destiny. It can't predict a person's growth process at all, but only predicts a final result, right?

"Ye Xingchen asked rhetorically.

Geng Yao nodded and said: "Yes, the will of martial arts is the turning point of martial arts."

When Ye Xingchen was talking to Geng Yao, a fierce commotion immediately came from Qiankun Square.

The competition between Xuan Yitong and Fang Tian has already begun.

All the warriors at the Shenwu Platform focused their gazes on the cloud mirror.

Through the cloud mirror, what everyone saw was the mountainous fog and the loud sound of landslides and ground cracking.

call out!

In Qiankun Square, a beautiful purple light flashed.

Looking in the direction of the purple light, it seemed as if a strange purple light appeared in the sky.

brush!

I saw this purple light exploding completely and spreading towards the sky in all directions.

brush!

Another breath of chaos filled the entire Qiankun Square.

Qiankun Square, which was originally in the daytime, suddenly became dark.

Moreover, the purple light was lingering, giving off an aura of horror.

"A dense aura!"

During the final battle between Xuan Yitong and Xi from the Donghai Mother Yi Clan, he used the power of another world.

Xuan Yitong, on the other hand, used this powerful trump card from the very beginning. She knew that her opponent was no ordinary martial arts genius, but a martial arts demon who had reached the top level, so naturally she would not retain her strength.

If you are not careful or underestimate your opponent, you will lose miserably.

Hey!

In the void of Qiankun Square, a ghostly howl could be heard, which was very creepy.

The aura of chaos covering Qiankun Square also became extremely strong under the control of Xuan Yitong.

From this chaotic aura, everyone can see a ferocious face, like a ghost or a demon, which makes people dare not look directly.

Li Shenghuan once said that in the sword world, there is a dense aura.

As a descendant of the Twelve Sword Realm, Fang Tian must have a way to deal with the power of this dense aura.

A place in Shenwu Terrace.

Li Shenghuan pressed his forehead anxiously, knowing that something bad was going to happen next.

Li Shenghuan is also a warrior with the bloodline of the Sword Soul Clan, and he is also a descendant of the Sword World. How could he not know that Fang Tian can easily break the power of this dense aura?

It's just that Xuan Yitong didn't know.

brush!

Suddenly, in the void on the upper left side of Qiankun Square, a man in black robe waved his left hand backward and directly took out an eight-foot-long giant sword from the air.

Fang Tian was the number one space god two years ago. He can take out his own weapons from the air. This is the ability of a divine space master.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Tian, ​​but they didn't know how his next step would be to break the power of this dense aura.

call out!

When Fang Tian raised the long sword in his hand, majestic ripples of true energy spread in all directions, and then, red air waves swirled in the giant sword in his hand.

And this red air wave, after nine turns of rolling, was like a magical pen, sketching out a lifelike dragon pattern.

"That's the power of dragon source!"

"What's going on?"

"He also got the power of the True Dragon inheritance? And it was also the Fire Dragon inheritance?"

The warriors at the Shenwu Terrace stared at Fang Tian in Qiankun Square with expressions of horror.

How could they have expected that Fang Tian was the Northern Emperor two years ago.

But with the power of this fire dragon inheritance, of course no one could notice that he was Bei Chi, the martial arts genius from Eastern China two thousand years ago.

However, before the end of this game, his identity must not be hidden. After all, Xuan Yitong is not an ordinary martial arts genius.

If Fang Tian wants to defeat Xuanyitong, he will definitely have to fight for more than three rounds before he can decide the winner, that is to say, after the trump cards are revealed one after another.

"The power of the fire dragon!"

rumble!

In an instant, the sound of a dragon's roar came from the sword energy, and then, a fiery red sword energy formed the outline of a fire dragon.
Chapter completed!