Murder?

Xing Li looked at him with disdain, "Young man, I'm afraid you don't know much about the Hunting God Palace."

At this point, his eyes fell on Chen Fusheng, "Aren't you going to explain to him?"

Chen Fusheng said: "The Hunting God Palace is very strong? In my eyes, the Hunting God Palace is just ordinary!"

Xing Li nodded, "Chen Fusheng, is the Hunting God Palace really ordinary? You have to be responsible for what you say."

Chen Fusheng asked, "Why, am I afraid of you?"

At this time.

Xing Xiong came to Xing Li and said, "Brother, the cultivators of the God and Demon Clan should not be underestimated. Don't forget that they have infinite possibilities."

Xing Li narrowed his eyes slightly, "It doesn't matter, he is just a descendant of a branch of the God and Demon Clan, and is a million miles away from the real God and Demon Clan."

Little did they know.

It is true that Ye Changsheng is a descendant of a branch of the Gods and Demons Clan, but he still inherited the perversion of the Gods and Demons Clan.

Xing Xiong said: "Brother, let me do it myself!"

Xing Li nodded, "You lead the team yourself, and the Hunting God Guards will be with you. Remember to keep Ye Changsheng alive."

Xing Xiong's figure flashed, and he rushed out with an indomitable momentum, and the powerful pressure directly crushed Ye Changsheng.

Chen Fusheng said: "Young man Ye, step back and let me do it!"

Ye Changsheng looked at Xing Xiong in front of him, his face changed, and he rushed forward suddenly. The gravity-still space burst out and crushed Xing Xiong and others.

"No matter who you are, if you become my enemy, you will only die!"

Xing Xiong's moving figure stopped, and endless golden light burst out, colliding with the gravity still space.

"Brother, you kill him first. This space can only trap me for an incense stick of time at most."

Xing Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the shrouded gravity static space, "Isn't this the gravity static space of the God Falling Canyon? How could it appear on him?"

However, Xing Li is also a tough guy. As one of the four elders of the Hunting God Palace, his cultivation has already reached the ninth level of the Ancestral God.

Even in the Nine Realms, strong men from any force, upon seeing this giant strong man, would not dare to act rashly in front of him.

But would Ye Changsheng be afraid of him?

Xing Li remained unmoved and slapped Ye Changsheng with one palm. The space was shattered and the palm wind was as powerful as the sea, like a giant hand holding up the sky.

Ye Changsheng sensed the aura of Xing Li and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. For all these years, since his cultivation level broke through, he had never really fought with a strong man.

Xing Li arrived at the right time, and Ye Changsheng wondered if he could beat him to death?

I am curious about my current strength and whether I can fight against a powerful Ancestral God of the ninth level.

Boom.

Boom.

The loud noise spread, shaking the earth.

The vast spiritual energy blew everyone away. Chen Fusheng stood upright, and the aura released from his body enveloped the ancient ship.

"After so many years, this is all you have achieved? It seems that the Hunting God Palace is declining."

Obviously, in Chen Fusheng's eyes, Xing Li was a little weak, at least not as he had imagined.

Ye Changsheng looked at a huge palm appearing in the space in front of him. He raised his hand and slashed with a sword. His figure rushed out and followed closely behind the sword light.

The white rainbow is as fast as lightning and as powerful as a mad dragon.

The sword light cut through the giant palm, and a loud bang was heard. The giant palm in front of him collapsed and turned into powder and disappeared.

Seeing this, Xing Li's expression changed slightly, "As expected of a member of the God and Demon Clan, you did not disappoint me."

As the words fell, blazing flames flashed in his eyes, his figure flashed forward, and eight figures appeared in the air in an instant.

Eight clones?

Chen Fusheng's face changed, "Is this... the shadow of all gods? Interesting!"

The Ten Thousand Gods Clone Technique is originally a martial art of body movement, but Chen Fusheng knows that when this martial art is practiced to perfection, one will have eight clones.

Xing Li has eight clones, which means he has mastered this martial art to perfection.

The cultivation levels of the eight clones and the original body are not much different. In this way, Ye Changsheng is equivalent to fighting against nine Xing Li.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Chen Fusheng showed a worried look on his face, restrained his breath, and prepared to step forward to help Ye Changsheng.

Just at this moment.

An amazing scene happened.

In the void.

Ye Changsheng's figure suddenly transformed into ten shadows, confronting Xing Li's shadows.

Everyone in the venue was shocked and looked at Ye Changsheng in disbelief.

Impossible!

How could he know the art of splitting the gods into two?

You must know that the Ten Thousand Gods Shadow Technique was obtained by the Hunting God Palace from the ancient gods' cave, and it has always been the Hunting God Palace's secret.

Little did they know.

What Ye Changsheng was practicing was not the Ten Thousand Gods Shadow Technique, but the Thousand Illusionary Bodies. At this moment, his figure was suspended in the air, his eyes fell on Xing Li, "Very strange?"

Xing Li said: "Do you think you can compete with me like this?"

Ye Changsheng asked: "Who hasn't revealed their trump card yet?"

Xing Li smiled calmly, "Really? Then let me see your trump card."

At this point, he waved his hand and three weapons fell in front of Ye Changsheng, "Does it look familiar?"

Ye Changsheng's face changed and he was shocked. How could he not recognize the three weapons in front of him? These weapons belonged to Jian Wuyi, Xue Fanchen and Xing Potian.

"You want to threaten me with them?"

Xing Li said: "I am just threatening you, so what? If you want them to live, you'd better surrender."

Ye Changsheng said: "But there are only three men. Do you think you can threaten me with them?"

The next moment.

His figure flashed, and he moved forward with countless Dao patterns, and the Heaven-Smiting Sword Plate appeared under his feet. "I can sacrifice them, but you will all be buried with me!"