A fierce battle was taking place in front of an ancient tomb. An old man in red was holding a dragon-headed cane and swimming around several men and women. With one against five, not only was he not at a disadvantage, but he was able to do it with ease, laughing while fighting.
Under the cover of the heavy fog, Ye Chuan quietly passed by, lurking aside and watching with cold eyes.
The old man in red has a strong physique, and the power in his body is surging and powerful. He is shockingly a master at the pinnacle of the real world. The cultivation of the other five men and women was not bad, and the weakest one was at the fifth level of a real person. However, the five of them were suppressed by the old man in red. They were wearing standard armor and seemed to be disciples of some sect.
"Hahaha, you five should just surrender and be captured. Ancestor, I won't embarrass you. The men will abandon their cultivation, and the women will just stay with me for one night, hahaha..."
The old man in red laughed heartily, his eyes squinting at the two female disciples from time to time. He spoke rudely and unscrupulously. He was obviously a big devil. I don’t know what kind of material the dragon-head crutch in her hand was made of. It weighed at least tens of thousands of kilograms and whirred when it was swung. A woman couldn’t dodge, and the sword in her hand was knocked away.
The laughter of the old man in red became louder. He became more and more courageous as he fought. He suppressed the five opponents so hard that they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
Ye Chuan lurked in the heavy fog motionless, like a cold stone, his eyes were clear and calm, without the slightest emotion.
The situation of these five sect disciples is getting worse and worse. As expected, the old man in red will be the prisoner of the old man at his mercy. The end of the two pretty female disciples will probably be even worse. Ye Chuan has always been disdainful of such a demon, but the dangerous situation on the mountain is complicated and he will naturally not take action easily until the situation is unclear. If he had drawn his sword immediately when the road was rough, he would have died countless times.
"Liandao Sanren, your servant was taught by me and has nothing to do with my junior brothers and sisters. Come, I will accompany you to fight for 300 rounds of life and death, and you will decide your destiny. Let my junior brothers and sisters go."
A young man stood up, stood in front of the female disciple who had lost his weapon, and stabbed the old man in red in the chest with his sword. This sword, like a rainbow, brought with it a faint thunder, and the sound was huge.
Hey, Ben Lei Sword
Ye Chuan was a little surprised, but he watched the young man's sword clearly and shook his head.
Millions of years ago, the Ben Lei Sword Technique was also a famous magical power in the wild world. The Ben Lei Sage traveled everywhere with this skill. He was bold and upright. His sword skills were also great and he was brave in every battle. Go forward and stand out among the many Saint Realm masters.
In the previous life, before he came to the earth and became the Great Sage, Ye Chuan had a fight with the Thunder Sage. He was no stranger to the Thunder Sword Technique and knew how powerful this technique was. It's a pity that the young man in front of me looks good when he wields the sword, but in fact it's just a show, far from mastering the essence of the Thunder Sword. Such an attack may be barely enough to deal with inexperienced practitioners of the same level, but not to experienced masters.
There was a crisp clang, and sure enough, as soon as Ye Chuan shook his head, the young man stood motionless like a wooden chicken, and the long sword in his hand was knocked away by the dragon-headed crutch of the old man in red.
Several young men and women, their hands and feet were cold for a moment, their faces tense, and their mouths tightly closed.
Among the group, the senior brother with the highest cultivation level lost, and the long sword in his hand was knocked away. How can we fight this battle
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… "
In front of the ancient tomb, only the laughter of the old man in red echoed, "Hahahahaha, I really don't know the heights of the world. With such a level of cultivation, I still want to fight with my ancestor for 300 rounds. Boy, are you worthy? Your master. You are not even worthy of it, unless your Benlei Sect’s legendary Supreme Elder Benleizi goes to fight in person, then that’s pretty much it, hahahaha!”
The old man in red laughed heartily and pressed forward with a dragon-headed crutch. His narrow eyes could not hide his coveting for the beauty of the two female disciples.
The two female disciples became frightened and leaned against each other uneasily. Except for the senior senior brother who was the leader, the other two male disciples were thin and short, with immature looks on their faces. Their cultivation levels were not even as good as those of the two female disciples. They suddenly encountered such a situation and did not know what to do, so they looked frightened. All the pressure was on the young man at the head. Unfortunately, he wanted to protect but was unable to do anything. As the old man in red advanced, his body began to tremble.
"Isolated Islander, you..., what do you want to do?"
A female disciple raised her head and took courage and said, "Don't forget, my father is the head of the Benlei Sect. You..., if you are too presumptuous, aren't you afraid that my father will lead the entire Benlei Sect to destroy you?"
"Afraid? Since I dare to do it, ancestor, will I still be afraid? Hahahaha..."
The old man in red laughed loudly and continued to press forward. His face turned cold and he said sternly: "Ancestor, I have had enough of your Ben Lei Sect's arrogance over the years. Aren't you just a down-and-out sect? , they all hid in the overseas world and were afraid of being killed by their enemies, but they didn’t know how to restrain themselves and meddle in their own business. Ancestor, I want to harvest the virgin Yin Yuan, and the people I arrested are ordinary people and not your Benlei Sect disciples, what the hell does it have to do with you? After all, aren't you just using your power to bully others? Hehe, now, my ancestor, I am ordered by the Marquis to rebuild an army to unify the sea area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles. The first one to be destroyed is your Benlei Sect. Are you afraid of your revenge? Hahaha, What a joke!”
The faces of several Benlei Sect disciples became increasingly pale. They can't fight, they can't run away, and it won't help to bring the sect out. The vicious old man in red leaves the island and is already prepared. What should he do
The few Benlei Sect disciples who had nothing to do could break out in cold sweat and became frightened one by one. At the same time, Ye Chuan, who was lurking in the heavy fog, was revealed.
Mr. Hou
Which marquis is the marquis mentioned by the red-clothed devil? Could it be another...
Ye Chuan's thoughts were like lightning, and he quickly remembered the arrogant Qingtianhou. The latter's 200,000-strong army had just been destroyed by him. If he formed another army to rule this sea area, his previous efforts would be in vain! The Yunwu Sect is not far from the sea. When the time comes, it is afraid that it will be attacked from both sides. It will have to beware of attacks from the Qin Dynasty on land, and it will face the threat of Qingtian Hou on the sea. It will be even more difficult to develop calmly.
Seeing the lawless old man in red laughing and leaving the island, Ye Chuan suddenly became murderous and slowly raised the iron-blooded banner.
The mountain was dangerous, and after the underground passage of the Lost City was torn apart by Qing Tianhou and Imperial Master Jiang Tunsheng, countless overseas casual cultivators and forces broke in. He didn't want to take action easily. However, the matter involved the future strategic development of Qingtianhou and the Yunwu Sect, so he could not stand aside and watch.