It's flower drifting! In this scene, people's eyes can't help but stare in an instant, and the shock and disbelief in the eyes are undisguised. Obviously, no one thought that Ye An Lan was not bragging, saying that he defeated the opponent with one move, and he really defeated the opponent with one move! For a moment, Yinjia's voice was full of fights. "It's really defeated by one move. It's a flower drifting. The blood of the Great Emperor and the owner of the Double Pupils have cultivated the two emperor-level Martial Skill Cultivation Techniques to the existence of Dzogchen!" "It's terrible. Although Ye An Lan's mouth is broken, his strength is really terrifying!" "Worthy of being a member of the Ye family, even Ye An Lan has this level of strength, so what kind of horror will Ye Wushuang and others who became famous earlier than them be?" "With Ye An Lan's strength, he only challenged the sixth stage. What does it mean?" "My God! He doesn't want to leave the first five to the other Ye family members!" "Look, someone moved again, it's Ye Chu He!"
As soon as the words fell, Ye Chu He shot up into the sky with a gun, and his body crossed half of the platform in an instant. Immediately afterwards, his figure slowly appeared and landed on the fifth platform. Situ Xin from the master-student family saw Ye Chu He at a glance! "Go down!" Ye Chu He turned his head lightly, without any more words. Seeing this, Situ Xin snorted coldly: "You are beyond your control, and you are worthy to order me? Die!" After finishing speaking, he lifted his palm into the air, rolled over uncontrollably, and bombarded Ye Chu He with boundless prestige. However, the majesty of this big palm has not yet been fully revealed, and a piercing sound appeared directly. Phew~! A cold light surged, rioting in all directions, and the spear directly pierced the big palm, smashing this extremely terrifying palm wind. Afterwards, the tip of the spear accurately landed on Situ Xin's throat, and the endless gun light could not stop swarming and rioting. Situ Xin's expression changed, if Ye Chu He's spear was a little hotter, it would directly penetrate his body. Immediately afterwards, without waiting for him to react, Ye Chu He swung his spear. Boom~! In an instant, Situ Xin's body was directly knocked into the air and fell towards the ground. Afterwards, Ye Chu He occupied the fifth place with a very relaxed attitude. Everyone was a little surprised, they didn't expect Ye Chu He's strength to be so terrifying! "It's such a terrifying sharpness of the spear, this shot gives 26 a feeling of suffocation!" "It feels like, except for Murong Qingcang, there is no one who can compete with his wife in the Realm of the same level of guns!" "It's a pity that he didn't challenge Murong Qingcang, otherwise, this would be a battle between peerless gunners!"
Some people were shocked, some people regretted it. At this time, Ye Chen suddenly soared into the sky, wearing a slender purple shirt, like a noble sword god descending, extraordinarily powerful. With his appearance, for a moment, the boundless sword path began to move. Even the swordsmen among the 10,000 strong men stared at their own Sword Art Divine Armament in horror. They found that they couldn't suppress the own sword. For a moment, they looked at Ye Chen's face, full of horror and emotion, as well as a trace of admiration that they hadn't noticed. On the fourth platform, Ye Chen looked at the opponent in front of him, without any nonsense, smiled lightly, and struck the air with his sword. Clang clang clang~~! In an instant, a sword transformed into an immeasurable, countless hundreds of feet. Sword Ray, wrapped in the First Stage swordsmanship, pierced and fell towards the opponent. The endless sword power caused a sensation in all directions, and the terrifying Sword Ray was so strong that it was suffocating. The third Duanmu Mingyue's beautiful face was full of shock and apprehension. As the endless Sword Ray approached, he resorted to all kinds of killer moves, but he still couldn't resist the opponent's terrifying prestige. In the end, she had no choice but to move forward and keep retreating towards the rear. In the end, she had no choice but to leave the platform and fall downwards. With the same sword, in the Zhongtian God Realm, the contemporary Holy Maiden of the Duanmu family, who was praised by the ancestors of the Duanmu family as a top goddess who is rare in a million years, was repelled by the human sword. While everyone thought it was unbelievable, they also took it for granted. It's not that Duanmu Mingyue is too weak and not worthy of the name, but that Ye Chen is too strong. The soaring profound meaning of the way of the sword is still invading the heartstrings of everyone at this moment, and the people in prison are terrified. Countless people who watched this scene stood up. I don't know how many kings, even emperors, were moved by it, and their expressions changed! "This, this is the mystery!" "My God, he not only comprehended the sword intent to Dzogchen, but also comprehended the righteousness of the sword!" "It's hard to imagine, how did he cultivate?" "I would like to call him the number one sword cultivator of the present age. His understanding of the way of the sword is unrivaled in all ages!" Countless people were amazed by Ye Chen's sword and made incredible sounds. Even many kings clicked their tongues, they even felt that they couldn't take this move! Ranked eighth on the Taoist platform, Feng Qingling, the contemporary Holy Maiden of the Yu clan, looked forward with a pair of beautiful eyes, full of shock, as well as a hint of pride and admiration. "He is really extraordinary, he has even comprehended the secrets of the sword!" Feng Qingling had to admit that from this moment on, Ye Chen's attainment in the way of swords was already ahead of her. As if with a tacit understanding, Ye Chen's eyes also looked towards her.
That pair of gentle eyes almost melted Feng Qingling. For a while, Feng Qingling couldn't hold back a little, and blushed to avoid this gaze. But in her heart, it was extremely heavy. She seemed to have thought of something, her rosy face turned pale, and she looked a little different. At the same time, at Liu Fufeng on the third platform, Ye Muyao, wrapped in an ethereal aura, came from the sky and landed in front of her. For a moment, the two peerless and graceful goddesses faced each other from a distance, attracting the attention of many people. As a woman, Ye Muyao is not that strong. She raised her swan neck slightly, and said lightly: "I'm offended!" Liu Fufeng grasped her slender waist, her figure was unsurpassed, and when she heard Ye Muyao's words, she also smiled slightly: "Come on, I also want to experience the strength of your peerless celestial daughter! After finishing speaking, the two collided directly, and the entire Qiongtian was deafening, and the terrible roar was like thunder, bombarding together. Not long after, Ye Muyao seized the opportunity and landed a palm on Liu Fufeng's shoulder, knocking her to the edge of the platform. Seeing this, Liu Fufeng still doesn't know the gap between himself and the opponent. She sighed slightly, then arched her cupped hands: "Thank you!" Then, she went down by herself! "It's really strong, the whole body is integrated into one body, as if there is nothing in the world worthy of his heart!" "It's worthy of being a contemporary heavenly woman who rose from Lu Nan's war in the North. It's no exaggeration to say that she is the number one female of the younger generation!" "Liu Fufeng can't even take her down. You know, she fought Murong Qingcang for a long time before being defeated and relegated to the third place!" "This also indirectly shows how terrifying Ye Muyao's strength is!" "The members of the Ye family are indeed the same as Sword Master Hunyuan. They are so powerful that it is incomprehensible!" "Look, Ye Wushuang has made a move!" "Great, I'm really looking forward to what kind of surprises this Unparalleled Swordsman will bring us!" "Master Wushuangdao's strength is well known to everyone. He should challenge for the first place, huh? How could he challenge for the second place!" While everyone was thinking, Ye Wushuang, who was dressed in white and held a long knife, came to Murong Qingcang and stood indifferently. Murong Qingcang opened his eyes, but there was no fluctuation in his pupils. "You, want to challenge me?" Murong Qing said calmly, with a hint of indifference in his tone. Ye Wushuang glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "You are not my opponent, I don't want to hurt you, go down!" A trace of tyranny flashed across Murong Qingcang's eyes, and a boundless murderous intent soared into the sky. "Hehe, it's interesting. It's been many years since no one has talked to me like this. Since that's the case, let me see if your strength is as strong as your mouth!"
After finishing speaking, he held the gun in one hand, and one step away from him, below, the boundless raging flames were boiling and burning, washing away the sky in all directions. "So much nonsense!" Ye Wushuang's voice was as precious as ever, he was too lazy to talk nonsense, and the long knife in his hand had a new look! Boom~! A swipe of the ultimate sword light swarms, carrying layers of profound meanings of the Dao of the sword, devouring all directions, like an abyss madman, once born, it is so earth-shattering! "Break it!" Murong Qingcang danced wildly, took his gun into the air, and struck Tian Yuan across the sky with a single shot, piercing through the eternal sky, and the terrifying perfect gun intent swarmed and rioted, heading towards the knife. Boom~! A knife and a gun collided without warning, causing the world to shake and everything to die. Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, Murong Qingcang's figure suddenly fell to the edge of the platform, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Just as he stood firm, he hadn't even reacted when an extreme sword light pierced through Tianyuan and landed on his chest. He hastily held his gun across his chest to resist, and finally his body flew upside down and fell towards the bottom. "Hiss~! Another comprehension of the mysteries, so possible!" "Compared with Ye Chen's sword secrets, Ye Wushuang's sword secrets are worthless!" "That's right, even Bladesman's way is fully demonstrated by him!" "As strong as Murong Qingcang, can't even resist his two swords?" For a while, everyone became confused again. On the first platform, Long Aotian opened his eyes, and the boundless fighting intent burned in his eyes. He stood up and hooked Ye Wushang: "Come on, your strength should not be second, fight with me and see who is number one!" His awe-inspiring invitation to fight, his fighting spirit soaring into the sky, is very moving. "Hiss~! Look, the aura of Long Aotian has increased several times!" "It's unbelievable that he didn't try his best before!" "He fought Murong Qingcang like this without using all his strength. If he went all out, Ye Wushuang might not be his opponent!" "I wonder if Ye Wushuang will fight?" For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Wushuang. Facing the eyes of everyone, Ye Wushuang didn't care, he glanced at Long Aotian lightly, and then took it back. He ignored his invitation to fight and clamor, giving people the feeling that he never put Long Aotian To put in one's eyes from the beginning to the end. How Long Aotian, who had never been treated like this before, endured this scene, his face suddenly became gloomy.
"Are you afraid? The clansmen of Hunyuan Sword Master are nothing more than that!" He stared at Ye Wushuang indifferently. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a cold look in Ye Wushuang's eyes, but he still didn't move. Just when he was about to continue his ridicule, a Daoist figure slowly descended on the first stage. It's Sikong Qingxue! She is dressed in gorgeous clothes, elegant and luxurious, giving people an air of inviolability and direct gaze. Even though she is only a girl who is less than twenty years old, she has an extremely mature aura, as if everything in the world cannot be seen by him. Seeing this person coming, Long Aotian frowned immediately. "Who are you, I don't want to bully you, you go down by yourself, in exchange!" After speaking, he pointed to Ye Wushuang and spoke with extra confidence. Sikong's snow-bright eyes were full of coldness: "Saving you is worthy of mentioning the name of my master, and you are worthy too?" Long Aotian narrowed his eyes: "Your master, you are that Sikong Qingxue who wears a lot of clothes and was accepted as the chief disciple by Hunyuan Jianzun? It seems that his vision is not very good." " Sikong Qingxue's phoenix eyes drooped slightly, she clenched a fist with one hand, and struck in the air! Seeing this, Long Aotian couldn't help but sneered: "Fight with me? Overestimate your strength, just let the world see how vulnerable you, the number one disciple in the mainland, are in front of me!" After finishing speaking, he was also not to be outdone, and he was also a minister. Aww~! A more terrifying divine dragon roared out from this punch, and the boundless dragon image flickered, carving this divine dragon into life. On the other side, although Sikong Qingxue's punching wind was not as powerful as the opponent's, it possessed unparalleled terrifying power. A Kunpeng escaped from his fist, and directly opened its bloody mouth at the dragon, 493 directly devoured it. Afterwards, Kunpeng roared proudly, wrapped in the majesty of the sky, and struck Long Aotian's body with an extremely powerful horizontal blow. Boom~! Long Aotian's figure was directly knocked into the air, and fell off the stage, but fortunately, his physical fitness is strong, and he has cultivated physical supernatural powers, so the injury is not very serious. He forcibly turned around and returned to the platform again, but his pale face meant that he was still injured. At this moment, he looked at Kongxue in shock. It never occurred to him that when he hit with all his strength, he not only failed to do anything to the opponent, but was actually injured and sent flying by the opponent. Not only him, but even the people watching the battle at the moment were shocked. The reason why Fuyao's title is called Fuyao is because he observed a pure Kunpeng in the ancient times and became the Great Emperor of the county. Her famous stunt, especially Long Aotian can resist.
Even Ye Wushuang and others suffered a lot from this punch. "Hmph! So what if your fist is stronger, the strongest thing in this seat is not the fist, but the physical body, even a pure-blooded dragon below the same level may not have higher defense than mine, and it cannot break through the defense of this seat. Ben is still invincible!" Long Aotian's domineering voice echoed out, showing his confidence and high spirits at the moment! "Is the defense invincible? I want to see how invincible it is, break it for me!" After Sikong Qingxue finished speaking, he punched the air again, and the huge force of the Japanese stock summoned the air to condense. This punch, as if bearing the power of a world, came towards Long Aotian. Suddenly, a danger appeared on Long Aotian's body. His expression changed, and he struck again, but unfortunately, his ultimate move was directly shattered by Sikong Qingxue's self fist. In the end, the long fist hit his chest directly. At this moment, his proud physical body seemed so fragile. Pfft~! With a breath of blood, his figure fell straight down, until his body fell, there was still a hint of disbelief in his eyes. He never thought that he would lose like this! Lost to Hunyuan Jianzun's apprentice, he was transported by air. Not only did he not expect it, even the people who watched the battle did not expect it. "This Long Aotian's combat strength has increased several times, but he is still no match for Sikong Qingxue. This is too scary!" "No wonder Ye Wushuang and the others gave her the number one position. They thought they were afraid of Long Aotian, but now it seems that they have already reached a tacit understanding!" On the second platform, Long Aotian had just landed, his eyes were still staring at the first platform unwillingly. Sikong Qingxue has one hand on her back, her aura of a peerless celestial maiden is fully displayed at this moment. She looked down at Long Aotian from a high position, and said indifferently: "With your strength, you are worthy of mentioning my master, remember in the future, the name of my master is not something you can mention! "You!" Long Aotian had never suffered such humiliation before, and when he looked angry, he was about to explode. At this moment, a terrifying saber intent locked on him, making him feel the danger, and happened to meet Ye Wushuang's extremely indifferent eyes. "T!".