Ye Wuchen stood there like a sword. He looked at the five people in front of him and said, "Leave, or die."

Their attitudes were already very obvious, waiting for them to leave and then snatch the treasures they obtained in the ruins, even saying it clearly without any concealment.

During the period when Ye Futian went to the outside world, Qian Yang and the others kept staring at them and had regarded them as prey.

Since that's the case, there is no need to say more.

Leaving, both sides are in peace.

If you don’t leave, the enemy will be killed.

Ye Wuchen still doesn't say much, and a few simple words are enough to express his attitude.

Qian Yang and others showed a strange look when they heard Ye Wuchen's words. All the five of them were in the peak Dharma image. Even if Ye Wuchen had magic weapons, how could they smooth the gap in their realm?

But Zhao Han may not be able to deal with it, not to mention that Qianyang has the luck of a prince, and his strength has increased significantly, which is enough to instantly kill ordinary peak magic figures.

"Is your arm broken, and your brain not working well?" Shi Tong said coldly.

"Young Master Qian, this is his killing. He died here. The saint should not blame us, right?" Yue Linglong said with a smile.

"Zhao Han." At this time, Qian Yang said, "Kill him, the sword will belong to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Qian." Zhao Han nodded. He was just thinking about it. He wanted Ye Wuchen's sword as well.

Taking a step forward, Zhao Han released an extremely sharp sword intent. Behind him, a sword shadow appeared, as if sharp swords were constantly unsheathed, hanging behind Zhao Han, and roaring with a clang.

"Since you are asking for death, you have to fulfill your wish."

Zhao Han's eyes were extremely cold and his murderous intent was fierce. Zhao Han was the son of the head of the Sword Sect and had excellent talent. However, in the Royal Grottoes, Ye Futian and the other two suppressed him directly. He was extremely talented and looked extremely unbearable.

Ye Wuchen and him are both sword cultivators, and their talents are above him.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong your talent is, you will die.

The Dharma Image Sword behind him burst out, and sword lights shone brighter like lightning, making the daylight brighter. The light reflected by the sword light was even a little dazzling.

A sharp and harsh sound came out, and in just a moment, the swords pierced the void and descended in front of Ye Wuchen.

But almost at the same moment, the sword intent on Ye Wuchen's body burst out, and an invisible air flow surrounded his body. With him as the center, a terrifying sword storm appeared around him. The terrifying sword roar sound was everywhere in the air. When Zhao Han's sword came, it was torn apart by the terrifying sword energy, and every sword was like this.

Zhao Han took forward, and with each step, the sword energy became stronger, and the sword floating behind him kept shooting out, as if to submerge Ye Wuchen.

The sword in Ye Futian's hand whirled slightly, and then he stabbed out with a sword, like a silk rain. All the swords that came to kill were 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, a light lit up, which was a sword light.

The dazzling sword light made Ye Wuchen's eyes closed.

The next moment, the light became brighter and brighter, not only brighter, but also colder, passing through the void and slashing 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 Sword Emperor Sect, and his strength is still unquestionable.

This sword is born, Ye Wuchen will die, and there is no way to live.

A terrifying sword will bloom on Ye Wuchen, 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 that space seems to have a meteor shower.

Zhao Han's extremely dazzling cold sword light was flooded by the Sword Star Rain, riddled with holes and then shattered.

Two sword lights stopped at once.

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 he showed horror, despair, and regret.

The next moment, his body was bleeding, and every hole in his body seemed to be bleeding, and it was soon overwhelmed by blood.

When he saw Zhao Han lying on the ground, Qian Yang and others' expressions finally became less relaxed.

They were stunned and frightened. The casual smile that had been gone before had long disappeared, and their eyes stared at Zhao Han on the ground.

And the one-armed figure who was still standing there quietly, but released the luck of the prince.

"The fortune of the king and prince." Shi Tong stared at Ye Wuchen. When did he do it?

Moreover, it is the middle-class king's fortune and the purest sword will. Ye Wuchen, who is bathed in this will, is like the sharpest sword in the world.

Ye Wuchen's cultivation has also gone further, and now he is in the fifth-level Dharma Realm.

If this state was in their eyes before, it would be nothing in their eyes, but the fifth-level Dharma Realm combined with the purest king-level sword will will be terrible, enough to easily cross the realm to fight. The king-level will will have a great increase in its attack power.

What's even more terrifying is that Ye Wuchen happened to have a magic weapon sword in his hand, a magic weapon sword containing the will of the king and the prince.

Ye Wuchen, with his own will, will be able to exert the power of magic weapons. With the double overlap, Ye Wuchen's sword is definitely the sword at the peak of magic.

If he was not strong enough, he would not have survived Li Daoyun at that time. Although he had paid the price of breaking his arm, with Li Daoyun's strength, if he was not strong enough, he would have to escape with his broken arm?

Now, Ye Wuchen is much stronger than when he fought with Li Daoyun at that time. His realm breaks through and his will becomes pure, which greatly enhances his strength.

"Buzz." Ye Wuchen's body moved. When he moved, the surrounding world was instantly shrouded by a sword intent. The aura of Qianyang and the four people burst out, and the Dharma image bloomed.

Seeing Ye Wuchen coming, Shi Tong of Zhenwu Sect took a leap forward directly, and the giant axe appeared in his hand. With a roar, a terrifying force pressed the space. Behind Shi Tong, a terrifying figure seemed to appear a terrifying giant. He held a big axe and slashed towards Ye Wuchen's body, trying to split the world and kill Ye Wuchen.

The light shone, and the sword moved forward. With an extremely cold sword light passing by, a crack appeared on Shi Tong's axe. With a slight sound, there was a blood mark on his throat, and then blood continued to flow out.

Ye Wuchen's body seemed to have turned into a afterimage. After killing him, he went straight to Yue Linglong next to him.

Yue Linglong couldn't stop Shi's unified attack and couldn't help but change her expression. Her beautiful eyes became extremely charming. At one glance, a illusion appeared in Ye Wuchen's mind at this moment.

Yue Linglong walked towards him step by step, and her clothes slid down one by one, charming and charming, and said in a charming voice: "Are you willing to kill someone?"

She is good at spiritual illusion, and is a spiritual illusion mage. She has strong illusion ability and is especially good at men and women. Under her spiritual illusion, it is enough to make people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

In Ye Wuchen's mind, she was left with the last transparent clothes, which were looming, but even more charming, enough to make people lose their minds.

However, Ye Wuchen's will is so powerful now. The will of the royal level seemed to have countless sharp swords pierced through the extremely sexy body and directly wiped it out, red pink like a skeleton.

With a light sound, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes were frozen and her face was pale. She was a spiritual illusion, but her defense ability was comparable to that of Shi Tong. Shi Tong was killed with one sword, let alone her.

Ye Wuchen seemed to have passed a perfect arc and two people died.

At this time, only two of the five people were left, Qianyang and Dugu Leng.

Qian Yang's face was extremely ugly. The king's luck swayed up, staring at Ye Wuchen in front of him. The king's sword will bloom. Ye Wuchen didn't look like a fifth-level Dharma figure at all, and his aura was no weaker than him.

Qianyang's royal fortune is inferior and more complicated, and has not been completely formed into some pure will.

Ye Wuchen held the sword of magic weapon and walked towards Qianyang and the other two step by step. The powerful will of the princes and princes bloomed, making Ye Wuchen extremely terrifying.

A terrible aura burst out on Qianyang's body, and thunder, fire, sword, and powers of various attributes bloomed out of their bodies. In addition, the luck of the princes is definitely not comparable to that of Zhao Han Shitong before.

Behind Qianyang, Dugu Leng showed a strong sense of coldness. He held a scimitar in his hand, and an extremely violent aura spread out from it.

Ye Wuchen's body soared into the air, his sword was raised, and his endless will exploded fiercely. At this moment, Ye Wuchen seemed to have transformed into a real king and even had a bit of the power of the emperor. His will was inherited from a powerful emperor.

At this moment, the endless airflow between the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be gathering in his sword, as if he was worshiping. 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 a prince. Although he is inferior, he is also extremely powerful with his own strength. Ye Wuchen naturally has to do his best.

Finally, Ye Wuchen's sword was slashed, and the Emperor's Sword commanded all things. The endless air flow around him gathered, moving with the sword, slashing towards Qianyang below.

On Qianyang's body, the sword of thunder and fire was storming in the air. In an instant, there seemed to be a roar of thunder dragons in the void, the roar of fire dragons, the magic and sword techniques were blended, the sword was like a magic, and the magic was like a sword.

Two extremely terrifying auras collided with each other, and Qian Yang shouted: "Dugu Leng."

After he finished speaking, Dugu Leng's body moved, and an extremely violent aura erupted, and then a slight sound was heard.

Qianyang's body trembled violently, his face pale as paper, his breath dissipated, and the sword in the void slashed down and slashed directly from the sky.

Dugu Leng's body quickly retreated, and there was a shocking knife mark on Qianyang's back.

He trembled his body, turned around in pain, and looked at Dugu Leng: "Why."

Dugu Leng did not look at him, but looked up and 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 from the deserted city."

Ye Wuchen looked at him without saying a word.

"Even if you kill me and the ancient Loulan Kingdom cooperates with you to hide it, the master will still investigate and there will be clues in the end." Dugu Leng said again: "If his death is my sword, I will naturally hide the truth forever."
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