Looking from below, the flat ground at the hillside of the mountain was instantly exploded.

A warrior wearing a golden robe and a metal mask, as if carrying wind and rain, was filled with extremely strong true energy, and rushed towards this side.

Not coming here.

Instead, fly over!

"It's dad!"

Yi Meitian became excited in an instant.

Although he was monitored by his father Yi Qixuan, his son seemed to be incompetent.

But now he really needs a powerful expert like his father.

Otherwise, Ye Wuzhi would not be able to be taken down.

"Young Master!" The other three Jin Noodles were also shocked and quickly bowed and shouted.

They didn't expect that one of the colleagues was actually the head of the Yi family!

"With dad here, Ye Wuzong will definitely die. We will keep up as soon as possible!"

Yi Meitian was the first to be blasted and rushed down the mountain.

Behind him, more than a hundred disciples from the Holy Academy followed.

The remaining ones should be kept away from the few positions that can escape to prevent Ye Wuzhi from escaping!

Although their team is small, they are all extraordinary masters.

The momentum is quite vast!

Na Lanzhuo is closest to this group of people. He just killed many of the remaining disciples of the Holy Mountain of Demon King when he noticed the fluctuations coming from Yi Qixuan.

"Is it the Golden-faced Guard of the Holy Academy?" Na Lanzhuo was a little surprised.

The ordinary golden-faced guard should not be so terrifying!

The golden face rushed towards him directly.

Na Lanzhuo shook the scabbard and held the unsheathed purple sword in his hand, and the scabbard flew out.

"Skip with swords!"

With a loud shout, Lan Zhuo's sword pointed forward and swung it, and the purple sword instantly broke through the air and slashed at the golden face.

"Ignorance child." The golden face showed the back of his hand, stretched out two fingers, and clamped it into the void.

clang--!

He clamped the purple sword between his two fingers.

"How is it possible..." Na Lan Zhuo was shocked.

He is at the level of the Sword King, controlled by swords, and his sword power is perfect, and his sword power is also very terrifying.

But the other party easily resolved it.

The next moment.

The golden-faced fingertip twisted, and the purple sword suddenly rotated and disintegrated in the air.

Click.

Broken!

Na Lanzhuo's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Na Lan Zhuo of Zixiao Sword, the chief beloved disciple of Cao Changyuan, the leader of Jinglong Peak Peak. Unfortunately, I won't kill you, leave quickly!" The golden face shouted coldly.

After saying that, he slapped out with a palm, and a huge true qi palm print rushed over in an instant, knocking Na Lan Zhuo away.

This scene fell into everyone's eyes and was shocked.

Senior Brother Na Lan was instantly defeated by this golden face.

After doing all this, the golden face flipped in the air. After landing, he exerted a little force with his feet and a bang. The whole person rushed towards Ye Wuzong and others like a diving eagle.

"Imperial Master!" Fan Feishen and Fan Tianleng were the people closest to this golden face next.

"Master Lord, don't respond to his sharpness." Brahma Leng's heart thumped and said to Fan Fei Shen.

Fan Fei Shen looked cold and said, "The golden face of the Holy Academy is not so powerful. Could it be that he is the senior manager of the Holy Academy?"

The golden face rushed towards Ye Wuqiong, which was exactly the opposite of them. If the golden face wanted to deal with them, he would turn around.

Fan Fei Shen was ready to fight. After all, although Yunlan Academy was unbearable, it was also a major sect in Cangyu. I wonder what kind of grudges they had with Heiwu Mountain.

However, Jinmian seemed not interested in his master and disciple, and rushed towards Ye Wuzong without turning his head.

His purpose is Ye Wuzong!

Yi Meitian and others were also very fast. In the blink of an eye, they rushed down the mountain. While snatching the treasures from the dead body, they followed the golden face to fight.

"What should I do! Another powerful enemy is coming!" Ji Wushang looked at Ye Wuzong beside him.

Ye Wujin's eyes kept staring at the golden face, and could see clearly his actions.

"Don't speak? That means you don't have the ability to deal with him?" Ji Wushang asked again.

Ye Wuzong said lightly: "Yes, but he obviously came to Chong Tong'er."

"What should I do?" Ji Wushang asked again.

"Walk!"

Ye Wujin turned around and ran quickly towards Ye Tong.

Wen Tao and others asked, "Senior Brother Ye, will we block him for you?"

Ye Wuzong came under Ye Tong and looked up at his sister. At this time, Ye Tong's refining was really coming to an end.

"No need, you just leave." Ye Wuzong said concisely.

Immediately, Ye Wujin looked at Gui Zang and Qu Wujiu and sent a message to leave: "Xiaojiu, can you use that power of law again?"

When I returned to the funeral, I heard that I wanted to speak but stopped.

The pink little rabbit demon suddenly became energetic, and his eyes became fierce again, as if he had enough strength to cause some magical fluctuations between heaven and earth.

boom--!

The fluctuation came again and rushed towards the golden face.

But it is obvious that this so-called divine power is constantly weakening.

"This little trick means nothing to me."

Jinmeng sneered, and although his steps were forced to pause, a huge layer of land was shaken under his feet.

This huge land was like a wall, standing in front of him.

boom!

The divine power hit the ground, breaking the ground into pieces.

The golden face instantly appeared again from the exploded fragments of the land.

"That was not Yi Meitian's golden-faced guard at all, but his father, Yi Qixuan!"

Mu Yu Qingyi looked at him from a distance and had already recognized the true identity of this Jinmian.

Because the martial arts that this man just performed was not the Tu Xuanwu Tribulation, but the Qianjiyan!

The real Qianjiyan!

It is much more powerful than the Qianjiyan used by the brothers Yi Meitian and Yi Jue!

"Ye Wuzong, kill my youngest son, I must take your life!"

Jinmeng said coldly, and his voice was transmitted, and it exploded in everyone's ears as if it had been expanded.

Like thunder.

He came all the way, destroying and destroying, and no one could stop him!

Even Ji Wushang pushed him away quickly.

Therefore, around, except for Ye Tong floating in the air, Ye Wuzhi standing on the ground, Gui Zhong and Qu Wujiu.

No one else anymore.

The golden face is getting closer and closer to them.

"Senior Brother Ye asked us to leave first, why didn't he leave by himself?" Ling Sen looked over and his pupils shrank.

"Oh no, it's too late to rescue now. Besides, even if we rush over, we can't stop him!"

"Who is he?"

"Vice President of the Holy Academy, head of the Yi family of the Dayan Dynasty, Yi Qixuan!"

"What!"

The name spread in everyone's ears instantly.

"Haha, aren't you going to escape?" Jinmeng jumped down, took another step, and punched him.

The fist he swung was as if he could penetrate the sky.

It was about to hit Ye Wuzong's back.

"Roar!" Ye Tong suddenly opened his eyes, and the little girl was filled with a phantom of a three-colored dragon, and she kept roaring.
Chapter completed!