Ye Wuchen stood there, like a sword. He looked at the five people in front of him and said: "Leave, or die."
Thousand Suns' attitude has been very obvious these days, waiting for them to leave, and then robbing them of the treasures they obtained in the ruins.
During the time Ye Futian went to the outside world, Qianyang and the others had been staring at them, and had regarded them as prey.
That being the case, there is no need to say more.
Leaving, the two sides are in peace.
If you don't leave, you are the enemy, and only one side can die.
Ye Wuchen still didn't say much, a few simple words were enough to express his attitude.
Qianyang and the others showed a weird look when they heard Ye Wuchen's words. All five of them were in the pinnacle state. Even if Ye Wuchen had a magic weapon, how to smooth the gap in realm
It's just that Zhao Han, he may not be able to deal with it, not to mention Qianyang has the princely luck, and the increase in strength is not small, which is enough to kill ordinary pinnacle figures.
"Is my arm broken, isn't my brain working?" Shi Tong said coldly.
"Qian Shao, this is him who came to the door, and died here, the saint should not be able to blame us?" Yue Linglong said with a smile.
"Zhao Han." At this time, Qian Yang said: "Kill him, that sword belongs to you."
"Thank you, Qian Shao." Zhao Han nodded. He just had this intention. He wanted the sword of Ye Wuchen, the same sword repairer.
Taking a step forward, Zhao Han released an extremely fierce sword intent. Behind him, a sword shadow appeared, as if a sharp sword was constantly being unsheathed, hanging behind Zhao Han, croaking loudly.
"Since you want to die, I have to fulfill you."
Zhao Han's eyes were extremely cold, and his killing intent was fierce. Zhao Han is the son of the Imperial Sword Sect. He is extremely talented, but in the Wanghou Grottoes, Ye Futian and the three directly pressed him down, and he was extremely talented.
Ye Wuchen is a sword repairer with him, and his talent is also above him.
It's a pity that no matter how talented you are, you will die.
The sword of Faxiang behind him burst out, the sword light like lightning, illuminating the day brighter, and the light refracted by the sword light was even a little dazzling.
A sharp, piercing sound came out, and in an instant, those swords pierced the void and descended in front of Ye Wuchen.
But at almost the same instant, the sword intent on Ye Wuchen's body exploded, and an invisible air current surrounded his body. With him as the center, a terrible sword storm appeared around him, and the air was full of terrifying sword howling sounds. When Zhao Han's sword came, he was torn to pieces by that terrifying sword aura, and every sword was like this.
Zhao Han stepped forward, and every step he took, his sword aura became stronger, and the sword floating behind him kept shooting out, as if he was about to drown Ye Wuchen.
The sword in Ye Futian's hand whirled slightly, and then a sword pierced out, like a silk rain, any sword that was killed was completely destroyed.
Zhao Han's body moved, and a sword appeared in his hand. His speed was as fast as the wind, walking with the sword.
Suddenly, there was a light, which was a sword light.
The brilliance of this sword light made Ye Wuchen's eyes closed.
The next moment, this light became brighter and brighter, not only bright, but also cold, across the void, and slashed towards Ye Wuchen's body.
"What a fast sword." Yue Linglong praised, Zhao Han is worthy of being the son of the head of the Imperial Sword Sect, and his strength is still beyond doubt.
This sword is born, Ye Wuchen is dead, there is no way to live.
A terrifying kendo will burst into Ye Wuchen's body, pouring into the sword in his hand, and then swung the sword.
The sword is like rain, the sword light is like the light of stars, and the space is like a meteor shower.
Zhao Han's incomparably bright cold sword light was flooded by the rain of sword stars, riddled with holes, and then shattered.
Two sword lights, stop at the touch.
Zhao Han's body also stopped, standing not far in front of Ye Wuchen.
He looked up at Ye Wuchen, his pupils dilated a little, and then he showed horror, despair, and regret.
The next moment, his body was bleeding, and every hole in his body seemed to be bleeding, and soon was drowned in blood.
When they saw Zhao Han lying on the ground, Qianyang and others' expressions finally became less relaxed.
They were shocked and frightened, their previous casual smiles had long since disappeared, and they stared at Zhao Han on the ground.
And standing there still quietly, but the one-armed figure of the princely luck was released on his body.
"Princely luck." Shi Tong stared at Ye Wuchen. When did he do it
Moreover, it was a medium princely luck, the purest kendo will, Ye Wuchen bathed in this will, like the sharpest sword in the world.
Ye Wuchen's cultivation was even further, and he was now in the realm of the fifth-order magic phase.
If this realm was in the past, it would be nothing in their eyes, but the fifth-order magic phase realm combined with the purest prince-level kendo will is already terrifying, enough to easily cross the realm to fight, the prince-level will, the power to attack him There will be a tremendous increase in power.
What's more terrifying is that Ye Wuchen happened to have a magic weapon sword in his hand, the magic weapon sword that contained the will of the prince.
Ye Wuchen urged by his own princely will, will be able to exert the 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 be able to survive from Li Daoyun's hands at the time. Although he paid the price of a broken arm, but with Li Daoyun's strength, he wanted to escape with the broken arm if he was not strong enough
But now, Ye Wuchen is much stronger than when he fought with Li Daoyun at that time, his realm breakthrough and his will become pure, which greatly improved his strength.
"Om." Ye Wuchen's body moved. When he moved, the surrounding world was instantly enveloped by a sword intent, and the breath of Qianyang's body burst out, and the magical aspects bloomed.
Seeing Ye Wuchen killing, Zhen Wuzong Shi Tong strode out directly, and the giant axe appeared in his hand, accompanied by a roar, a terrible force oppressing this space, Shi Tong seemed to have a terrible appearance behind him. The giant figure of, holding a big axe, he smashed out towards Ye Wuchen's body, trying to split the world and smash Ye Wuchen.
The light gleamed, and the sword moved forward. With an extremely cold sword light passing by, Shi Tong's big axe unexpectedly appeared a crack, and there was a soft puff, there were blood marks on his throat, and then, blood continued to flow out.
Ye Wuchen's body seemed to have turned into an afterimage, and after killing him, he went directly to Yue Linglong next to him.
Yue Linglong couldn't help but her expression changed drastically when she saw Shi's unified blow, her beautiful eyes became extremely seductive, and when she glanced at it, a phantom appeared in Ye Wuchen's mind at this moment.
Yue Linglong walked towards him step by step, and the clothes on her body slipped down one by one. She was charming and charming, and she said charmingly, "Are you willing to kill someone?"
She is good at mental illusions and is a mental illusionist. She is extremely capable of illusionism, especially good at men and women. Under her mental illusion, she is enough to sink into it.
In Ye Wuchen's mind, she only had the last transparent clothes left, which was looming, but more charming, enough to make people lose heart.
However, how powerful Ye Wuchen's will is now, the princely-level will, in his mind, it seems that there are countless sharp swords penetrating that sexy body, and directly wiped out, the pink is like a skeleton.
With a soft bang, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes solidified, and her face was pale. She is a spirit system illusion spell, but how defensive is comparable to Shi Tong, Shi Tong was killed by a single sword, let alone her.
Ye Wuchen seemed to have drawn a perfect arc, and two of them died.
At this time, only two of the five were left, Qianyang and Dugu Leng.
Qianyang's complexion was extremely ugly, and the prince's luck was soaring, staring at Ye Wuchen in front of him, the prince-level kendo will bloomed, Ye Wuchen was not like a fifth-order magician at all, and his momentum was not weaker than him.
Qianyang's princely luck is inferior, rather complicated, and has not been completely formed into a certain pure will.
Ye Wuchen held the sword of the magic weapon and walked towards the two Qianyang step by step. The powerful princely will bloomed, making Ye Wuchen extremely terrifying.
An extremely terrifying aura erupted from Qian Yang, and the power of thunder, fire, sword, and many different attributes bloomed from him. Coupled with the princely luck, it was by no means comparable to the previous Zhao Han Shi Tong.
Behind Qianyang, Dugu Leng showed a strong coldness on his body. He held a scimitar in his hand, and an extremely violent aura permeated from it.
Ye Wuchen's body vacated, the sword was lifted, and the endless will exploded fiercely. At this moment, Ye Wuchen seemed to be a real prince, even a bit of the power of the emperor, and his will was inherited from a powerful emperor. .
At this moment, the endless air currents between the surrounding sky and the earth seemed to converge on his sword, as if worshipping, Ye Wuchen's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the sword in his hand turned into the sword of the emperor.
Qianyang also has princely luck, although it is inferior, but with its own strength, it is also extremely powerful, Ye Wuchen naturally has to go all out.
Finally, Ye Wuchen's sword was cut down, and the sword of the emperor, commanding ten thousand ways, the endless air currents around it gathered, moving with the sword, and slashed towards the thousand suns below.
On Qianyang, the sword of thunder and fire volleyed and killed, and for a moment, there seemed to be thunder dragon roars and fire dragon roars in the void.
Two extremely terrifying auras collided, Qianyang shouted: "Dugu Leng."
His voice fell, Dugu's cold body moved, and an extremely violent breath erupted, and then he heard a soft sound.
Qian Yang's body trembled violently, his face pale as paper, his breath dissipated, and the sword in the void was cut off, and he slashed directly from the sky above.
Dugu Leng's body quickly backed away, and there was a shocking knife mark on Qianyang's back.
He trembled, turned around in pain, and looked at Dugu coldly: "Why?"
Dugu Leng did not look at him, but raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchen and said: "His father is my master. After I return, I will report to the master that he and Zhao Han were killed by people in the deserted city."
Ye Wuchen looked at him without speaking.
"Even if you kill me, the ancient country of Loulan cooperates with you to conceal it, but the master will still investigate, and there will be clues after all." Dugu said coldly, "His death has mine, and I will naturally conceal the truth forever. "
Qianyang stared at Dugu Leng fiercely, falling down in despair and anger, not scorning his eyes!