Following the old man's order, the disciples of the three sects drew their weapons and ran towards Ouyang Qingcheng and the others.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Ye Nu was about to go out for rescue, but Ye Juncheng grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, no one can hurt them with me here. Let's see what Ye Yang will do."
At this moment, Ye Yang's cold voice echoed throughout the battlefield, "Since you have chosen, don't blame me."
At the same time, Ye Yang shouted loudly, and his whole body turned into a golden color, and his violent aura caused the expressions of the three elders in the later stages of the sect to change drastically.
Although that cultivation level was still that of an emperor, the force of this aura made even them feel palpitations.
Ye Yang, who was behind the summoned Golden War, was like a god of war made of gold, overwhelming the entire audience with his tyrannical momentum.
The running disciples had already raised their heads and looked at Ye Yang in mid-air, their eyes full of shock.
"What is that? Combat skill? Secret skill?"
"It's such a powerful momentum, even if it's so far away, it makes people feel heart palpitations."
"Hey, this guy is too powerful, kill him, kill all these bastards who bully the weak and fear the strong."
When Ouyang Qingcheng and Ru Qingrumeng saw Ye Yang summoning the golden fighting body, they realized that Ye Yang had not used all his strength just now.
Now that he and others were threatened, he used his trump card.
Ye Juncheng looked at Ye Yang with admiration. This little guy always brings surprises to him.
"Don't be afraid, even if your combat power has increased, so what? Kill those girls," said Mr. Zhao of Aoyun Peak loudly.
The disciples who had stopped suddenly rushed towards the three women again. Ye Yang looked at them, there was no anger in his eyes, but only coldness.
"There is a road to heaven, but if you don't take it, you will have to throw yourself into hell without a door, so I will open the door to hell for you!"
Ye Yang formed a seal with his hands. Following Ye Yang's movements, a light ball with a radius of about ten feet appeared behind Ye Yang. This light ball was like a sun, and its dazzling light made people's pupils sting.
"Swordmanship"
Ye Yang roared in his heart and formed seals with his hands continuously. As Ye Yang's hands rippled, the ball of light slowly separated.
It's like a blooming lotus, but careful people will see that this lotus is composed of densely packed lightsabers.
As soon as Lotus Pu appeared, the space within a hundred miles radius trembled, as if it could not bear this terrifying power.
When Ye Juncheng saw the huge lotus, his pupils shrank slightly and he exclaimed, "Spiritual skills! This kid is actually both spiritual and martial arts."
At this time, some well-informed people from the outside world also exclaimed in disbelief, "Spiritual skills? How is this possible?"
Knowing the power Ye Yang showed just now, everyone can be sure that Ye Yang cultivates the true energy and is a genuine martial arts cultivator.
And now those densely packed long swords are clearly spiritual swords, and there is absolutely no way they are fake.
Someone swallowed hard and couldn't help but blurt out, "Didn't you say that dual cultivation of spiritual and martial arts is a road of no return? In history, no dual cultivation of spiritual and martial arts has been able to break through to the master level."
Not only did they have doubts, but even the three elders of Shen Fist Sect, He Qinggu and Aoyun Peak were dumbfounded. There really are spiritual and martial arts practitioners in this world.
Behind Ye Yang, a lotus flower of more than ten feet bloomed. Now Ye Yang was like a god descending to earth, making him even more sacred.
Ye Yang glanced at everyone and said coldly, "It's still too late for you to stop now."
The three elders looked at each other. The elder of Aoyun Peak looked at Ye Yang with disdain and said, "Boy, we admit that you are strong, but if you are strong, your companions will still die here."
"You are threatening us like this. Could it be that your things are just a gimmick, put out to scare people, haha."
"Disciples, don't be afraid, kill me."
With his last words, the nearest distance between those disciples and Ouyang Qingcheng and others was less than one mile.
A sneer flashed across Ye Yang's lips, "If that's the case, then you will all die for Wu."
With Ye Yang's shocking roar, it was like the dragon's roar from the Nine Heavens, which shook the entire sky and shocked everyone's hearts.
The lotus behind Ye Yang instantly disintegrated and turned into countless cold lights that flew toward the disciples. In an instant, they were overwhelmed by more than 3,000 spiritual swords.
These more than 3,000 spiritual swords are all Ye Yang's savings after upgrading the Long Yuan Sword. Now Ye Yang's spiritual power has broken through the second level of the Emperor, and the speed of making spiritual swords is even faster.
The sounds and screams continued, and in an instant, dozens of disciples were cut into several pieces by the spirit sword. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their remaining limbs and arms fell from the air one after another.
This shocked everyone. Ye Yang kept discouraging Ao Yunfeng and others from retreating. Many people thought that Ye Yang was just bluffing.
But now the bloody facts have proven that what Ye Yang said was true and he had absolutely no intention of scaring them.
Dozens of disciples were killed as soon as Pu came into contact, and other disciples were also trying desperately to resist. However, there were more than 3,000 spiritual swords, which were so strange and cunning that they were difficult to guard against. A disciple would be killed with every breath he took.
The elders of the three major forces were frightened. They were trembling with fear when they saw that their elite disciples were being killed one after another as if they wanted to kill chickens.
"Stop it, stop it, we are willing to resolve the problem peacefully," Elder Ao Yunfeng shouted quickly.
However, Ye Yang ignored them at all and continued to use sword control skills to command the spirit swords to continue to kill.
In just a few breaths, nearly half of the more than 400 disciples were killed instantly, and the remaining disciples were going crazy.
The fewer people they have, the harder it is to deal with the Spirit Sword. As people around them die one by one, the threat from the Spirit Sword becomes greater.
"Oh no"
A disciple of Aoyun Peak was cut off from the waist as soon as he could scream. The terrifying and shrill howl made everyone feel terrified.
"I surrender." A disciple of the Shen Fist Sect shouted, turned around and flew away. But as soon as he took a few steps, his neck felt cold and his head fell off.
"You bastard, go to hell!" The elders of the three major forces saw that Ye Yang refused to stop at all, and knew that they would really fight to the death today.
They all drew out their weapons and charged at Ye Yang. Ye Yang snorted coldly. He commanded the spirit sword while distracted, and smashed down the big ax of the elder of the Divine Fist Sect with his fist.
The golden fist hit the big axe, and the big ax was immediately smashed into pieces, and people in the distance suddenly let out another gasp.
It was a middle-grade treasure, but it was smashed into pieces by Ye Yang with just one punch. How powerful was this punch?
Before the elder of the Divine Fist Sect could recover, Ye Yang punched him again. He couldn't help but panic. There was no weapon in his hand. How could he still be alive if he was hit by Ye Yang's punch?
At the critical moment, the elders of Heqing Valley threw out a shield in their busy schedule. The shield was covered with dense patterns, and it looked like a middle-grade treasure.
The elder of the Divine Fist Sect was immediately overjoyed. He grabbed the shield, activated the patterns on it, and defended it in front of him.
"puff"
After a loud explosion, the shield fell apart. Still unable to block Ye Yang's terrifying power, he was still punched in the chest.
"Wow"
The elder of the Divine Fist Sect suddenly spat out blood and flew backwards, but Ye Yang was unyielding and punched away the two men's attack.
His whole body turned into a violent wind and hit the elder of the Divine Fist Sect who flew backwards.
"Puff puff puff"
Every time Ye Yang punched, the elder of the Divine Fist Sect would spit out a mouthful of blood. After dozens of punches, the elder would spit out a mouthful of blood.
The old man from the Shenhai Sect had already spurted out all the blood in his body, even his internal organs. He was smashed to pieces under Ye Yang's last punch.
When people in the distance saw this, they couldn't help but shudder. It was such a cruel method. A strong man in the later period of the sect was killed like this.
"Well done, a man from the Ye family should have such a method. If he is an enemy, he will beat him to death." Ye Nu excitedly slapped his thigh, as if he was participating in a big battle.
Since the war, a strong man in the late stage of the king has fallen on this side, but it has ended long ago. After half of the more than 400 disciples fell, the remaining people could not even hold on for a few breaths, and they were all killed.
kill.
The whole place was completely silent. At this point, no one even whispered. They all looked at Ye Yang in awe.
Today, Ye Yang still has his robes flying, his black hair flowing, and his whole body is not embarrassed at all, as if the battle in front of him has nothing to do with him.
The three Ouyang Qingcheng women also looked at this hell-like battlefield with some numbness. Four hundred elite disciples, plus an elder from the late sect leader, died here.
The elders of Aoyun Peak and the elders of Heqinggu looked at each other, and they both noticed the fear in each other's eyes.
Suddenly the two of them roared and ran in two directions at the same time. Obviously they knew that Ye Yang could not defeat him now.
It's better to run in two directions. Ye Yang only has one person. As long as he chases one person, the other person will be saved.
As for who was unlucky, it all depended on who Ye Yang disliked. Their escape immediately aroused boos from outside.
Some masked heroes simply whistled, "Why did the third elder of Aoyun Peak escape? It's so embarrassing."
"That's right, are the people in Aoyun Peak really bullying the weak and afraid of the strong? It's really a shame."
"That elder of Heqinggu, you are so arrogant when you bully other small sects, why are you running away like rabbits now?"
"What's that look like? That's not a rabbit, that's a dog. I've never heard of someone who's as anxious as a bereaved dog."
The onlookers were not afraid of being a bad guy, and they all jeered, saying that such an opportunity was too rare after all, and there would be no such store after this village.
Seeing the two people running away, Ye Yang appeared in front of the elder He Qinggu in a blink of an eye. Want to compete with the phantom? Just dream.
When the He Qinggu elder saw that Ye Yang was actually chasing him, he was immediately frightened and rushed towards Ye Yang with a roar.
"puff"
The two passed each other, and Ye Yang held a transparent long sword with blood slowly dripping from it.
The elder of Heqinggu shook his body slightly, and slowly fell to the ground. There was a soft sound, and a generation of strong men came to an end.
Now the elders of Aoyun Peak had already run more than ten miles away. When they looked back, they saw that Ye Yang was only chasing the elders of He Qinggu, and he was immediately overjoyed.
While running wildly, he said loudly, "Boy, you are dead. Your family and your friends will all be killed by Aoyun Peak. Just wait."
Ye Yang looked at the fleeing figure in the distance with disdain, a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, and a long bow as red as blood appeared in Ye Yang's hand. (To be continued)