Hearing Ye Lang's voice, Duan Ziyu was furious. He always ruined his good deeds.
Others looked high in the sky, only to see the sword energy hanging in the air, turning into a sword path, and Ye Lang slowly walked down from above with his three wives.
"It's Ye Lang. He's finally here. It's great."
Tan Xiaoxiao jumped up and waved to Ye Lang, who responded with a smile and waved his hand.
"Duan Ziyu, Changkong, I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen you so shameless. You are also strong men of the ninth level of true immortals, and you actually joined forces to deal with a woman. There are scum like you in the sect.
What a pity.”
Ye Lang fell from the sky and came to Chenxi.
"husband!"
When Chen Xi saw Ye Lang coming, she threw herself into his arms. Seeing Chen Xi's soft body in Ye Lang's arms, Duan Ziyu, Chang Kong and Zhuang Haoyu all gritted their teeth.
"Husband, you're here, these bastards are bullying me."
Chen Xi twisted her body in Ye Lang's arms and said coquettishly.
"Haha, Xi'er, stop pretending. I'm surprised by your current strength. You must have had some adventure. I don't think they may be your opponents."
Ye Lang felt that the immortal energy in Chen Xi's body was extremely powerful, even higher than him. This was amazing.
Chen Xi showed a proud look and said: "Husband, your cultivation level has improved so fast. Of course I can't fall behind. I really had an adventure this time. You won't believe it when I tell you. I fell into another world.
I almost couldn’t get out of the secret realm.”
After Ye Lang heard this, he said with lingering fear: "Really? That's how you came out?"
"There is a pool in that secret realm. Unexpectedly, it is the place where the creation of heaven and earth condenses. Then I..."
Chen Xi recounted her magical experience, and the two of them just started chatting in front of everyone, not taking the predicament at hand seriously at all.
This scene made Changkong and others unable to bear it anymore.
They became completely outsiders. They really couldn't understand why Ye Lang was so confident in the face of the encirclement and assassination from the three major sects, and he simply didn't regard them as human beings.
"Ye Lang, shut up, you kid!"
Changkong roared like a lion, and suddenly, waves of super-powerful fairy energy hit Ye Lang and Chenxi.
"Go away, don't disturb my conversation with my husband."
Chen Xi flicked his long sleeves, and immediately, Jiuyin Ruoshui appeared out of thin air, dispelling all the lion's roar skills, and then bounced back.
Such terrifying power of heaven and earth shocked Changkong and others.
"What?!"
Changkong rushed forward with both palms and sent out two powerful palm prints before resisting the rebounding lion's roar.
"Xi'er, you are so powerful. You should protect me from now on. I will become the green leaf next to you, the red flower. That is really comfortable."
Ye Lang looked at Chen Xi's delicate face with a hint of ice and snow, and became more and more fond of her.
"Ye Lang, you dare to show affection in front of us, you are seeking death!"
Zhuang Haoyu suddenly took action, and a yellow-grade eighth-grade fairy sword appeared in his hand, and he took it directly from Ye Lang.
"Noisy!"
Ye Lang waved his hand, and the dragon pattern sword transformed into a dragon shape and rushed out instantly.
"Boom!"
But after hearing a shocking explosion in mid-air, the two sides' immortal weapons collided with each other, and with a "click", Zhuang Haoyu's Huang-level eighth-grade immortal weapon broke directly.
"Ah! My magical weapon!"
Zhuang Haoyu roared to the sky at that time, with tears streaming down his face. This immortal weapon, which his master worked hard to build and passed down to him to save his life, was actually chopped into pieces in one round!
In the sky, Duan Ziyu all showed expressions of surprise, and they looked coldly at the fairy sword in Ye Lang's hand.
"Ye Lang, what kind of immortal weapon is this? Can it actually chop Zhuang Haoyu's eighth-grade yellow-level immortal sword into pieces?"
Duan Ziyu asked coldly.
"Haha, it's just a yellow-grade ninth-grade dragon pattern sword."
Ye Lang moved the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a smile, as if nothing important happened at all. Little did he know that this sword not only chopped into pieces the eighth-grade Huangjie sword, but also Zhuang Haoyu's fragile heart.
"Impossible, even if it is a ninth-grade Huang-level fairy sword, under the intensity of the collision just now, it should not directly smash Zhuang Haoyu's sword."
Changkong said in a skeptical tone.
"Changkong, you are right. An ordinary eighth-grade yellow-level fairy sword cannot cut Zhuang Haoyu's sword, but this is a dragon pattern sword. The dragon pattern engraved on it is a mysterious inscription. This kind of inscription can
It greatly increases the strength of the fairy sword, so even if it is your ninth-grade jade sword, let alone the eighth-grade fairy sword, I can easily cut it!"
Ye Lang held the dragon pattern sword and pointed directly at Duan Ziyu and said.
"What?"
Duan Ziyu's face changed drastically. She looked at the folding fan in her hand and her eyebrows kept beating. She was obviously scared.
"Brother Duan, Ye Lang deliberately lied to you, just to make you look embarrassed and not dare to draw the sword. If you are timid today, I'm afraid it will be passed down as a joke."
Changkong said with a sneer.
"this……"
Of course Duan Ziyu knew this, but what Ye Lang said was clear and logical, and it didn't look like he was lying. What should we do?
"Duan Ziyu, it's better to give in. We are all members of the Wuliang Sect, and I will never look down on you."
A disdainful smile appeared on Ye Lang's face. Although he said that he would not look down on Duan Ziyu, everyone knew in their hearts that the real situation was that there was no need for Ye Lang to look down on Duan Ziyu. Everyone present, even himself, would look down on him.
"You bastard, Ye Lang, you can't hide it from the truth. I'll let the jade sword cut off your head today!"
In order to rectify his own reputation and the name of the jade sword, Duan Zi sold the jade folding fan and turned it into a jade sword into his hands.
"Ye Lang, you are dead."
Duan Ziyu holds a jade sword and takes Ye Lang directly.
"Hey, Duan Ziyu, it seems you don't understand the principle of listening to others' advice and eating enough. It's okay. Facts speak louder than words. Let's see the truth on the sword."
Ye Lang raised his dragon-patterned sword to the sky, then slashed out suddenly.
A sharp sword energy struck Duan Ziyu from top to bottom.
"ah?"
Duan Ziyu's eyes widened. He didn't expect the opponent's sword energy to be so powerful. He turned around several times in mid-air and barely dodged the sword.
The sword energy struck the towering ancient tree behind him. Suddenly, the ancient tree split from the middle and split into two halves.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
This dragon-patterned sword is really extraordinary!
"It's a small skill, don't try to show off your power!"
Not to be outdone, Duan Ziyu swept across with his jade sword, and the green sword energy turned into a sword wind that cut through everything, overwhelming the situation.
"Ye Lang, be careful."
The girls all reminded that Duan Ziyu had the cultivation of the ninth level of a true immortal, and the power of this sword was extremely powerful.
"Flying around!"
Ye Lang didn't panic at all, and his body moved instantly.
With a roar, Duan Ziyu's sword blade chopped up Ye Lang's remaining image, and he actually burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Ye Lang was beheaded by me, Ye Lang was beheaded by me."
In such a scene, everyone looked embarrassed. How nervous was Duan Ziyu? As a strong man of the ninth level of the True Immortal, he didn't even notice Ye Lang's afterimage technique?
