Before Li Xiangdong and the others could answer, the strong man from the Sirius clan who had been waiting for a long time suddenly shouted, "Go to hell, Grandpa Ma, go to hell!"
The strong man from the Tianlang clan, who had reached the late Sect Master stage, roared and rushed towards Ye Yang.
"You guys are so lucky. Look at me, grandfather, and I'm killing all the beasts with my bare hands." Ye Yang snorted coldly, looked at the powerful Heavenly Wolf who was charging at him, and continued.
"Remember, hit someone in the face first, hit someone in the face first and seal the eyes first." As soon as Ye Yang finished speaking, his fist slowly stretched out. He looked very cool, neither quick nor slow, giving people a lively rhythm and clear paragraphs.
, a clear feeling.
"Pa"
The whole process was clearly visible to everyone. Ye Yang didn't move his body at all and punched the strong man from the Sirius clan in the eye socket.
After an explosion, the strong man from the Sirius clan was immediately shaken back a few steps. One eye was beaten black and blue, and his eyes were like spitting fire.
Ye Yang slowly pointed at the strong man from the Sirius clan and said, "Did you see that, if the other person is looking at you with a provocative look, don't hesitate, immediately use your fist to realize his dream."
After saying this, everyone's eyes flashed. Ye Yang appeared directly in front of the strong man from the Sirius clan, and his fist made close contact with his other eye.
"Pa"
It was different from just now, which was extremely slow, but this time it was electric and extremely fast.
At this time, the strong man from the Sirius clan had his eyes completely black and blue, with only a gap left in his eyes.
Everyone was surprised and amused when they saw the incomparably powerful Tianlang clan being beaten into such a miserable state in an instant.
The four disciples of the Zifeng Holy Land immediately clenched their fists in excitement. After all, they were powerful masters at the level of their ancestors. Although they were young, their combat power was so fierce.
At this time, the others suddenly realized that something was wrong, and roared, and the masters of the monster clan immediately rushed towards Ye Yang.
Ye Yang snorted coldly, and slowly touched the long sword behind his back with his right hand. Suddenly, there was a soft roar like a dragon's roar, cold light shot out, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
The sound continued and blood rained across the sky. Before everyone could see Ye Yang's attack clearly, five pairs of eleven strong men fell.
There was only one person standing there alone, and that person was a strong man from the Sirius clan whose eyes were black and blue after being beaten.
Because he was a little dazed from being beaten, those people had already rushed out before he could recover. When he recovered, his brother was the only one left.
After those people died, their bodies instantly transformed into prototypes, and the ground was suddenly piled up into a hill.
"bite"
The long sword in Ye Yang's hand was gracefully curled up with a sword flower, and was slowly inserted into the scabbard, making a crisp sound.
At this time, people woke up from the shock and looked at this arrogant man with horrified faces.
Even Huang Wuya and Ye Yuhan who were halfway up the mountain were shocked. Such swordsmanship was unheard of.
Ye Yuhan, on the other hand, felt a familiar aura from the sword power. He had only seen this kind of invincible belief from Ye Yang.
"What are you still doing? Kill that kid. How can we, the people of Zifeng Holy Land, die in vain?" Ye Yang cursed when he saw the four people still looking at him stupidly.
"yes"
The four of them already respected the grandfather like a god, and drew their weapons to surround the strong man from the Sirius clan.
The strong man of the Sirius clan suddenly knew that he might be unlucky today. He roared and a huge wolf shadow appeared behind him, his combat power soaring.
However, the four Li Xiangdong are not weaklings. The core disciples who came out of the Holy Land are all masters among masters. With four against one, in less than a stick of incense, Li Xiangdong killed the strong man of the Sirius clan with one sword.
The head was chopped off.
Ye Yang put all the corpses away. These were rare rations and must not be wasted. Ye Yang checked their space rings one by one and saw two sword-shaped grasses more than half a foot long inside.
Although the grass is small, it contains endless sword power, which makes Ye Yang find it extremely novel.
However, the world is full of wonders, and no one can figure everything out. Existence is reasonable, and there is no need to be so serious.
Ye Yang thought for a moment, then threw the two Heavenly Sword Grasses directly to Li Xiangdong and said, "You did a good job, these two Heavenly Sword Grasses are given to you as a reward."
Li Xiangdong took the two Heavenly Sword Grasses and was immediately excited. At the same time, he admired his grandfather even more. He was worthy of being a Grandmaster-level figure. He didn't even look down on treasures like Heavenly Sword Grasses.
"Thank you, Grandpa"
Ye Yang nodded and said, "Don't bully the disciples of small sects in the future. They are too useless. Now the three tribes have launched a challenge to us. Let's not weaken the reputation of the Holy Land. If we see them in the future, we will kill them."
"yes"
The four of them were like chickens pecking at rice, all they could do was nod.
Ye Yang arranged this, looked at a group of people halfway up the mountain, and slowly walked towards the mountainside.
"Farewell to Grandpa"
Listening to what they said, Ye Yang was a little bit amused. The pomp and circumstance was really depraved, and he actually felt a little arrogant.
Still swaying step by step, he walked forward with his chest and belly folded. When Ye Yang started to go uphill, Ye Yang realized why so many people were waiting below.
Because the higher you go, the stronger the pressure of swordsmanship becomes. If your understanding of swordsmanship does not reach a certain level, you will only be hurt by this will.
Once your foundation is damaged by this kind of kendo will, you may be ruined for the rest of your life. No wonder no one dares to climb up.
However, these pressures were not very strong for Ye Yang, and he walked all the way up without stopping at all.
"My grandfather is my grandfather. His fighting power is boundless. Even his swordsmanship has reached an unfathomable level."
"Yes, especially my grandfather is generous and heroic, his righteousness is overwhelming, he is a dragon and a phoenix among men. It would be great if he was the Holy Son. If we hang out with this grandfather, we will definitely be much better than now." Several people couldn't help but start to pick on Ye Yang.
Compare it with Jiang Yifeng.
When Ye Yang first started climbing, he met several familiar faces and recognized them as disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect.
The disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect have practiced swords all their lives and have a very high understanding of swords. Therefore, even if their cultivation level is not high, they can still step onto the mountain.
Ye Yang took a look and saw that there were nine people in total, two of them were women, and three of them had injuries on their bodies. They were obviously injured while fighting for the Heavenly Sword Grass with Ran.
Seeing them staring longingly into the canyon, one knew that they were all swordsmen and regarded the art of swordsmanship as more important than their own lives.
Ye Yang sighed, these are sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law. If they don't take care of them, how can they deserve the title of others?
"You guys, this is not the place you should stay. Get out quickly."
The expressions of the nine Immortal Sword Sect disciples suddenly changed. They held the swords in their hands tightly, but did not dare to hand them out.
Because they saw how terrifying this man in purple was, they would only die in vain if they took action, but they were really unwilling to let them leave here.
A female disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect had just been robbed of a Heavenly Sword Grass and suffered serious injuries. At this time, the man in purple actually expelled them so unreasonably, and tears of grievance suddenly flowed out. "
Why are you such a bad person? What are we doing here to hinder you?"
Looking at this girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, Ye Yang couldn't help but feel sad. In his previous life, this age was the age when girls were enjoying their blooming years and being carefree.
But in this bloody alien world, we can only struggle on the line of life and death every day. What is all this for?
Ye Yang's spiritual consciousness sent a message to them, "It's too dangerous for you here. You'd better go down. My brother-in-law will help you get the Heavenly Sword Grass in a while."
When those people heard Ye Yang's message, they immediately looked in disbelief, because he claimed to be "brother-in-law", so there was only one person in the world.
"Stop talking nonsense, I told you to get lost. It's for your own good. Why are a bunch of brats joining in the fun?" Ye Yang had a look of impatience on his face.
However, their spiritual consciousness sent a message to them, "Go down quickly and protect yourselves. You may be in danger soon."
When the nine disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect saw that the man in purple was Ye Yang, they immediately understood that Ye Yang was pretending to be the man in purple and he definitely had his own ideas. When they saw Ye Yang speaking, they no longer hesitated and went down the mountain "filled with indignation" one by one.
Ye Yang continued to walk up the mountain. People along the way looked at Ye Yang with some fear, fearing that Ye Yang would dislike him and drive him out.
But what relieved them was that the proud man in purple didn't even bother to look at him and walked over.
As Ye Yang moved forward, the pressure of his kendo will became stronger and stronger along the way, but Ye Yang's footsteps always maintained a rhythm that was neither fast nor slow, neither slow nor slow.
"The Purple Wind Holy Land is really powerful. Not only does it have a saint and a saint, but it also has a terrifying grandfather. No one expected this."
"Yes, they have this person's existence, I'm afraid the balance of the five holy places will be broken."
"Look, he never stopped. Doesn't he feel the pressure at all?"
"Oh my god, we're already halfway up the mountain so quickly. This is so scary."
While everyone was talking, Ye Yang had already reached the halfway point of the mountain and came to Ye Yuhan. He said to Ye Yuhan who was meditating with his eyes closed, "The ground is cold. If you sit for a long time, you will have diarrhea."
Ye Yuhan was immediately startled. This tone was so familiar. Although he looked at Ye Yang with a proud face, his eyes contained brotherly emotions.
The eyes blinked at him, and Ye Yuhan immediately recognized Ye Yang, nodded indifferently, and responded coldly, "Don't worry, sir."
Ye Yang also returned to his arrogant nature, shook his head helplessly and said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a lot. Young people today are too proud."
There are powerful masters on the mountain and down the mountain who have extremely strong ears. Even though they are thousands of miles apart, Ye Yang can hear their conversations clearly.
But when they heard Ye Yang's words, everyone looked strange. Is there anyone more proud than you in this world?
Ye Yang felt the terrifying will of swordsmanship. At this time, he also felt great pressure, but this did not pose a threat to him and he continued to move forward.
With a sinister smile on his face, he walked straight towards Huang Wuya. (To be continued)