Can't pull it out
Can't pull it out again
"What are you doing?"
Yang Ye looked down at the sword in his hand and couldn't help but let out a rough sentence. I couldn't pull it out before because of the word "zhen", but now I can't pull it out, it's unreasonable!
Yang Ye was puzzled!
The Huo Ling clan and others opposite him were also startled. The moment Yang Ye was about to draw his sword, the Huo Ling clan and others were on full guard, because although Yang Ye was only a fourth-rank emperor, they were very Clearly, the person in front of him cannot be described by common sense at all. But they didn't expect that the sword didn't come out | come out...
"Yang Ye, are you humiliating me?"
Qian Yan looked at Yang Ye hideously, and was about to shoot, but his eyelids jumped and he retreated again, because Yang Ye's hand held the hilt again, and then pulled it there...
He still remembered the power of Yang Ye's swordsmanship back then, and he didn't dare to be careless.
This time, Yang Ye used all his physical strength, the sword moved, Yang Ye was overjoyed, and used his strength again, the sword came out half a centimeter, but Yang Ye's face changed greatly, because the clothes on his right arm It shattered directly into ashes, and his entire right arm was torn apart, with blood pouring out.
Yang Ye was horrified and hurriedly inserted the sword back. In pulling, he has no doubt that his arm will shatter into minced flesh!
The Huoling people on the side were also stunned. Obviously, they didn't expect that Yang Ye's arm would be split open when he pulled out the sword...
At this time, Yang Ye suddenly raised his head to look at the Fire Spirit Race and the others, and said, "Next time, next time, I will show you the real sword-slashing technique!" After speaking, Yang Ye stomped on the ground with his right foot. The man turned into a sword light and shot into the distance, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the sight of the Fire Spirit Race and others.
"Chase!"
Seeing Yang Ye escape, the Fire Spirit Clan and the others suddenly came back to their senses, and they moved towards Yang Ye after chasing them.
In the air, Yang Ye frowned as he looked at the ancient scabbard of the Sword Region in his hand. Logically, it shouldn't be, why can't you draw this sword? Could it be the sword spirit at work? Not very likely. That's right, Sword Spirit!
Thinking of the sword spirit, Yang Ye's face changed slightly, because when he got the sword, logically speaking, the injury of the sword spirit should be restored, but the sword spirit has not appeared so far, and he even discovered that he was actually Unable to contact Sword Spirit!
What happened to Sword Spirit
At this moment, the Fire Spirit Clan Patriarch appeared in front of him, interrupting his contemplation.
"Yang Ye, do you know how long I've been looking for you?" The Fire Spirit Clan Patriarch looked at Yang Ye with a gloomy face and said, "My divine sense sweeps tens of thousands of miles around the ancient holy city every day, just to find you, but unfortunately, Since that day, you seem to have evaporated. Fortunately, God pays off, today, I swept your sword intent, you know? I will never forget the breath of your sword intent in my life."
After the Fire Spirit Clan was destroyed, it can be said that he became a sinner of the Fire Spirit Clan, and after the Fire Spirit Clan was destroyed, they came to take refuge in the temple, and what they suffered made his heart unbalanced to the extreme. Because all of this was caused by Yang Ye, he was looking for Yang Ye all the time.
Yang Ye glanced towards the north. At this time, he could no longer see the ancient holy city, that is to say, he was now at least tens of thousands of miles away from the ancient holy city.
"Yang Ye, it's hard for you to fly with your wings attached today!" Qian Yan and others also came. This time, eleven and a half saints stood in four directions, blocking all Yang Ye's retreats.
"Who said I was going to run away?"
Yang Ye glanced at the Fire Spirit Clan and the others, and said, "Today, since you are courting death, how can I not fulfill you?" With that, Yang Ye waved his right hand, and eleven semi-sages appeared in the field. After the eleven semi-sacred puppets appeared, Yang Ye immediately took out the town boundary stone. At this moment, the realm of everyone in the Huo Ling family became the realm of the emperor.
"Eleven half saints... an intermediate half saint, how could it be possible..."
The Fire Spirit Race and the others looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. God, there are eleven semi-sages, and one of them is an intermediate semi-sage. How is that possible? How can it be
"Go, everyone withdraw, go back to the church for help!"
It was the Fire Spirit Clan Patriarch who was the first to come back to his senses. At this time, he knew very well that they could not kill the eleven semi-sacred people in front of them anyway, so he chose to withdraw without hesitation. But unfortunately, Yang Ye didn't do what he wished. I don't know when, a golden mask appeared around!
This golden mask is the sky-level barrier that Yang Ye used the barrier flag to set up. Although the consumption of super-quality energy stones is terrifying, if these half-sages of the Fire Spirit Race can be left, it will be worth it even if the consumption is exhausted. !
"kill!"
As Yang Ye's voice fell, eleven half-sages rushed towards the fire spirits and other half-sages frantically. Yang Ye also took out a Taoist sword, and then aimed at a half-sacred and directly displayed it. Got his strongest blow...
Suppression, from the beginning of the battle, every half-sage of the Fire Spirit clan was suppressed to death, by the shocking stone, and then suppressed by Yang Ye's sword intent. Therefore, the Fire Spirit clan and others no matter how fast they were. In terms of reaction and reaction, they are not much slower than Yang Ye's half-holy sword slave, and because of this, the Fire Spirit Race and others were at an absolute disadvantage as soon as they fought.
laugh!
A sword light flashed across the field, and the body of a Fire Spirit Race half-sacred who was fighting with the half-sacred sword slave suddenly stiffened in place, and a fist-sized sword hole appeared in his chest.
After the half-sacred sword slave really died, Yang Ye waved his right hand, and the fire spirit race half-sage was immediately taken into the Hongmeng Tower by him. After killing a half-sacred, Yang Ye and the half-sacred sword slave rushed towards the next fire spirit tribe half-sacred. This time, it was three against one, with two half-sacred sword slaves restraining them. Yang Ye was very Smoothly used the sword to penetrate the chest of a Fire Spirit Race Semi-Saint...
Four on one…
Five on one…
…
Soon, there were only three people left in the field, the Patriarch of the Fire Spirit Clan, Qian Yan and that Tong Fen. This time, nine half-holy sword slaves besieged the Fire Spirit clan chief, while the remaining two half-holy sword slaves contained Qian Yan and that Tong Fen.
At this time, the faces of the three people of the Fire Spirit Race were ashes. This time, the Fire Spirit Race is the real genocide. Because without them, the remaining Fire Spirit clansmen in the ancient holy city will become lambs to be slaughtered by others. Once the anti-species profound practitioners are born, without anyone to protect them, those people will definitely not be able to survive.
The Huo Ling clan's patriarch was really ruined at this time, and he really regretted it. If he killed Qian Yan and let this Yang Ye go, then the Huo Ling clan would not be destroyed, and they don't have to die now. Sacrifice a thousand flames, but in exchange for the safety of the entire fire spirit clan... Unfortunately, he chose to kill Yang Ye!
Not to mention the past, just before, if he didn't come to look for Yang Ye, he wouldn't have gotten the rest of the Fire Spirit Clan to fall...
Whether it is the Patriarch of the Fire Spirit Clan, Qian Yan or Tong Fen, they are all covered in injuries at this time, and they are doomed to be defeated.
Yang Ye looked at Qianyan and said, "Do you know why I want to keep you in the end? Because I think it's too cheap to kill you just like that. Xiaoman's death, I want you to pay for it. A painful price that you will regret in your whole life!" Thinking of Xiaoman, Yang Ye couldn't help but pour out fierce killing intent, it was the injury of his life!
"Yang Ye, do you want the old man to beg you for mercy? Haha..." Qian Yan said frantically: "Do you think the old man will beg you for mercy? You are dreaming! The old man only regrets that he didn't kill you and left you as a calamity. But it's okay, even if I die, you won't live long, the people in the church won't let you go, haha..."
Whoosh whoosh!
Four sword lights flashed by in the field, and then, Qian Yan screamed, four swords pinned him to the ground, Yang Ye moved, came to Qian Yan, and stepped on Qian Yan's chest with his right foot , and then said: "Didn't you want to take my soul out and put it deep in the ground and let the fire burn? It's a pity you can't do it, it doesn't matter, I will let you taste it yourself!" , Yang Ye pressed his right hand on Qian Yan's head, and then a surge of suction suddenly poured out.
"what… "
Qian Yan suddenly screamed...
Soon, Qian Yan's soul was pulled out by Yang Yesheng, and the soul was forcibly pulled away. The pain was beyond words to describe, so that the face of Qian Yan's corpse was severely distorted in pain. shape.
Without the slightest nonsense, Yang Ye threw Qian Yan's soul to a half-sacred sword slave next to him. The half-sacred sword slave moved, submerged into the ground, and drilled into the depths of the earth.
"It's time to end!"
Yang Ye's wrist moved, and the long sword took a sword light and shot at the fire spirit clan chief who was still struggling. Patriarch's chest.
Intermediate Semi-Saint, fall!
The Patriarch of the Fire Spirit Clan stared at Yang Ye, his eyes full of resentment, until Qi Jue remained the same.
After putting away the body of the Huo Ling Patriarch, Yang Ye looked at Tong Fen and said, "Go away!"
"Why!" Tong Fen said solemnly.
"If Xiaoman was still alive, she would never let me kill her grandfather. You have to be lucky that you have a granddaughter!" Yang Ye gave Tong Fen a cold look, turned around and left.
Looking at Yang Ye's leaving back, Tong Fen stood silent for a while before turning around and leaving.
After walking for a while, Yang Ye stopped. At this time, the ancient scabbard in his hand suddenly trembled violently, and then a sword light flashed, and the sword spirit appeared in front of him.
It's just that the sword spirit at this time is a little different. The crimson red dress, and the extremely cold face, in his eyes, is full of ill-will and killing intent.
Yang Ye frowned, and at this moment, the sword spirit suddenly pointed to Yang Ye with a pointer to the sword. In an instant, thousands of sword qi shot towards Yang Ye.
Yang Ye's face changed greatly.