Ye Wuchen stood there like a sword. He looked at the five people in front of him and said, "Leave or die."
Qianyang's attitude has been very obvious these days. They are waiting for them to leave and then snatch the treasures they obtained in the ruins. They have even stated it openly without any cover-up.
During the time that Ye Futian went to the outside world, Qianyang and the others had been staring at them and regarded them as prey.
In this case, there is no need to say more.
Leaving, both parties are at peace with each other.
If you don't leave, you will become an enemy, and you will die on one side.
Ye Wuchen still didn't speak much. A few simple words were enough to express his attitude.
Qianyang and others had strange expressions when they heard Ye Wuchen's words. The five of them were all at the peak of their powers. Even if Ye Wuchen had a magic weapon, how could he smooth out the gap in realm
It's just Zhao Han, he may not be able to deal with it. What's more, Qian Yang has the luck of being a prince, which increases his strength by a lot, enough to kill ordinary peak Dharma figures in an instant.
"My arm is broken and my brain doesn't work anymore?" Shi Tong said coldly.
"Qian Shao, he came to kill him and died here. The saint can't blame us, right?" Yue Linglong said with a smile.
"Zhao Han." At this time, Qian Yang said: "Kill him, and the sword belongs to you."
"Thank you Master Qian." Zhao Han nodded. He had exactly what he wanted. He was also a sword cultivator and wanted Ye Wuchen's sword.
Taking a step forward, Zhao Han released an extremely fierce sword intent. Behind him, a sword shadow appeared, like a sharp sword constantly being unsheathed, hanging behind Zhao Han, clanking.
"Since you asked for death, I have no choice but to grant it to you."
Zhao Han's eyes were extremely cold and his murderous intent was fierce. He, Zhao Han, was the son of the head of the Sword Control Sect and was extremely talented. However, in the Prince's Grotto, Ye Futian and the others suppressed him. He looked extremely unbearable despite his extremely talented person.
Ye Wuchen was a sword cultivator like him, and his talent was also superior to his.
Unfortunately, no matter how talented you are, you will still die.
The Dharma Sword behind him burst out, and the sword light was like lightning, illuminating the day even brighter. The light refracted by the sword light was even a little dazzling.
A sharp and harsh sound came out, and in just a moment, those swords pierced the void and landed in front of Ye Wuchen.
But almost at the same moment, Ye Wuchen's sword intent erupted, and invisible air flow surrounded his body. With him as the center, a terrifying sword storm appeared around him, and the air was filled with the terrifying sound of sword whistling. When Zhao Han's sword came to kill, it was torn to pieces by the terrifying sword energy. This was the case with every sword.
Zhao Han stepped forward, and with every step he took, the sword energy became a little stronger. The sword suspended behind him kept shooting out, as if to submerge Ye Wuchen.
The sword in Ye Wuchen's hand twirled slightly, and then a sword thrust out, like a silk rain, destroying any sword that came towards him.
Zhao Han's body moved, and a sword appeared in his hand. He was as fast as the wind, following the sword.
Suddenly, a ray of light lit up, which was a sword light.
This sword light was so bright that Ye Wuchen closed his eyes.
The next moment, the light became brighter and brighter. Not only was it bright, but it was also cold, crossing the void and slashing towards Ye Wuchen's body.
"What a fast sword." Yue Linglong praised, Zhao Han was worthy of being the son of the head of the Sword Control Sect, and his strength was still beyond doubt.
If this sword is born, Ye Wuchen will die, and there will be no way to survive.
A terrifying kendo will bloomed from Ye Wuchen's body, pouring into the sword in his hand, and then he swung the sword.
The sword was like rain, the light of the sword was like the light of stars, and it was like a meteor shower in that space.
Zhao Han's extremely bright cold sword light was drowned by the sword star rain, riddled with holes, and then shattered.
The two sword lights stopped as soon as they touched.
Zhao Han's body also stopped and stood not far in front of Ye Wuchen.
He looked up at Ye Wuchen, his pupils dilated little by little, and then showed horror, despair, and regret.
The next moment, his body was bleeding, and every hole in his body seemed to be bleeding, and was soon flooded with blood.
When they saw Zhao Han lying on the ground, Qianyang and others' expressions finally became less relaxed.
They were stunned and frightened. Their previous casual smiles had long since disappeared, and they stared at Zhao Han on the ground.
And the one-armed figure who was still standing there quietly, but exuding the luck of a prince.
"The luck of a prince." Shi Tong stared at Ye Wuchen. When did he do it
Moreover, he had the luck of a middle-aged prince and the purest will of swordsmanship. Bathed in this will, Ye Wuchen was like the sharpest sword in the world.
Ye Wuchen's cultivation has also advanced further, and is now at the fifth level of Dharma Realm.
If this realm was nothing in their eyes before, but the fifth-level Dharma Realm combined with the purest princely swordsmanship will is already terrifying. It is enough to easily cross the realm to fight. The princely level will has the power to attack him. There will be a huge increase in power.
What's even more frightening is that Ye Wuchen happens to have a magical sword in his hand, a magical sword that contains the will of the prince.
Ye Wuchen will be able to use his own princely will to exert stronger power of the magic weapon. Under the double superposition, Ye Wuchen's sword is definitely the sword of the pinnacle of magic.
If he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to survive from Li Daoyun's hands at that time. Although he paid the price of breaking his arm, with Li Daoyun's strength, if he wasn't strong enough, he wanted to escape with a broken arm
But now, Ye Wuchen is much stronger than when he fought with Li Daoyun. His breakthrough in realm and his pure will have greatly improved his strength.
"Buzz." Ye Wuchen's body moved. When he moved, the surrounding world was instantly enveloped by a wave of sword intent. The auras of the four Qianyang people exploded, and the Dharma bloomed.
Seeing Ye Wuchen coming to kill, Shi Tong of the Zhenwu Sect strode out with a giant ax in his hand. With a roar, a terrifying force oppressed the space. A terrifying figure seemed to appear behind Shi Tong. A giant figure, holding a big ax in his hand, slashed towards Ye Wuchen's body, trying to split the heaven and earth and kill Ye Wuchen.
The light shone, and the sword moved forward. As a cold sword light passed by, a crack appeared on Shi Tong's axe. There was a soft pop, and there were blood marks on his throat. Then, blood continued to flow out.
Ye Wuchen's body seemed to have turned into an afterimage. After killing him, he went directly towards Yue Linglong next to him.
Yue Linglong's expression changed drastically when she saw that Shi Yi could not block the attack. Her beautiful eyes became extremely seductive. At a glance, an illusion appeared in Ye Wuchen's mind.
Yue Linglong walked toward him step by step, her clothes falling off one by one. She was charming and charming, and said in a charming voice: "Are you willing to kill someone?"
She is good at mental illusions, and is a mental illusion mage. She has extremely strong illusion skills, especially between men and women. Her mental illusions are enough to make people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
In Ye Wuchen's mind, she only had the last transparent clothes left, looming but even more charming, enough to make people lose their mind.
However, Ye Wuchen's will is so powerful now, and his princely will is like countless sharp swords penetrating that extremely sexy body in his mind, directly wiping it out, red as a skull.
There was a soft pop sound, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes froze, and her face turned pale. She was a spiritual illusionist, but her defense ability was not as good as Shi Tong's. Even Shi Tong was killed by a sword, let alone her.
Ye Wuchen seemed to draw a perfect arc, and two people died.
At this time, only two of the five were left, Qianyang and Dugu Leng.
Qianyang's face was extremely ugly. His luck as a prince surged upwards. He stared at Ye Wuchen in front of him. His princely swordsmanship was blooming. Ye Wuchen didn't look like a fifth-level Dharma-like person at all, and his aura was no weaker than him.
Qianyang's princely destiny is inferior, relatively mixed, and not fully formed into some kind of pure will.
Ye Wuchen held the magic weapon sword and walked towards Qianyang and the two step by step. The powerful will of the prince blossomed, making Ye Wuchen's aura extremely terrifying.
An extremely terrifying aura erupted from Qianyang's body. Thunder, fire, sword, and many different attributes of power bloomed from his body. Coupled with the luck of the prince, it was definitely not comparable to that of Zhao Han Shitong before.
Behind Qian Yang, Dugu Leng's body showed a strong coldness. He held a scimitar in his hand, and an extremely violent aura filled the air.
Ye Wuchen's body soared into the air, his sword was raised, and his endless will fiercely exploded. At this moment, Ye Wuchen seemed to be transformed into a real prince, and even had a bit of the power of an emperor. His will was inherited from a powerful emperor. .
At this moment, the endless air currents from the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to converge on his sword, as if in worship. Ye Wuchen's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the sword in his hand turned into the sword of the emperor.
Qianyang also has the luck of being a prince. Although he is inferior, he is still very powerful with his own strength. Ye Wuchen will naturally go all out.
Finally, Ye Wuchen's sword slashed down, and the emperor's sword commanded all methods. The endless air currents around him gathered together, moving with the sword, slashing towards Qianyang below.
On Qian Yang, the sword of thunder and fire struck in the air. For a moment, there seemed to be a thunder dragon roaring and a fire dragon roaring in the void. Spells and swordsmanship merged. The sword was like a law and the law was like a sword.
Two extremely terrifying auras collided, and Qianyang shouted: "Dugu Leng."
After his words fell, Dugu Leng's body moved, an extremely violent aura erupted, and then he heard a soft popping sound.
Qianyang's body trembled violently, his face turned as pale as paper, his breath disappeared, and the sword in the void slashed down directly from the sky.
Dugu Leng retreated quickly, and there was a shocking knife mark on Qianyang's back.
His body trembled, he turned around in pain and looked at Dugu Leng: "Why."
Dugu Leng did not look at him, but raised his head, looked at Ye Wuchen and said, "His father is my master. After I go back, I will report to the master that he and Zhao Han were killed by people in Huangcheng."
Ye Wuchen looked at him without speaking.
"Even if you kill me and the Ancient Loulan Kingdom cooperates with you to hide it, Master will still investigate, and there will eventually be clues." Dugu Leng added: "I was responsible for his death, so naturally I will always conceal the truth. "
Qianyang stared at Dugu Leng, fell down in despair and anger, and refused to rest in peace!
(End of chapter)