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Chapter 380 Go to hell!

His face darkened slightly, knowing that he had almost fallen into Huang Long's trick.

Huang Long's face was gloomy and scary. He slowly pulled out the long sword on his back and said word by word: "Even if you discover this, so what, this is a battle between us. I will kill you with one move."

That’s enough, just accept death! Wan Jian Jue!”

With a loud shout and a "crack", a milky-yellow light flashed across Huanglong's chest, and then a jade pendant split into two halves.

Huang Long held a long sword that exuded lavender light, and performed a sword technique with his left hand. Then, the lavender long sword unexpectedly emitted a powerful aura, and in a blink of an eye, it stabbed Ye Bai's body.

forward.

"Magic weapon, this is the breath of the magic weapon!"

The eyes of the monks watching this scene suddenly lit up!

Compared with treasures, magic weapons are much rarer and cannot be seen casually.

Moreover, magic weapons are often synonymous with terrifying lethality!

Master Shuiyue's expression suddenly changed, but just when he was about to take action, Sun Lin and Lin Fei immediately fixed their eyes on him. In addition, his whole person was also locked by several powerful divine consciousnesses.

.

Just like Huang Long said, this was indeed a battle between him and Ye Bai.

"Go to hell!"

Huang Long's face showed a trace of twisted pleasure. He stabbed hard, and the long sword exuding the aura of a magic weapon suddenly sank into Ye Bai's chest.

The faces of the others suddenly showed a look of pity, because until now, Ye Bai's face still showed no change, and he stood there blankly, as if he had not discovered anything.

However, the next moment, the magical flying sword emitting lavender light suddenly froze.

Putting two white fingers on the tip of the sword, Ye Bai said with a slight sarcasm on his face: "So you are so weak. I really don't know who gave you courage. Could it be your father?"

"impossible!"

Huang Long's expression changed, and the spiritual power in his body exploded, pouring into the flying sword as if it were free of charge, but the flying sword seemed to be frozen, just motionless, without any change.

It was as if Ye Bai's two fingers were even more powerful than the magic weapon.

Ye Bai shook his head, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he said slowly: "If that's all you do, it's really disappointing. Besides, I think you can die."

After saying this, Ye Bai suddenly raised his right hand.

In the palm of his hand, a blood-colored sword shadow appeared out of thin air, and Ye Bai did not see any movement. The blood-colored sword shadow shot out like a sudden glimpse, and instantly pierced Huang Long's chest!

"Poof!"

Dark red blood flowers flew out.

Small holes the size of chopsticks appeared on his clothes.

Huang Long's body shook violently, his face showed a look of resentment and pain, and he roared: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can you be so strong!"

Ye Bai made a move with his hand, and the flying sword flew back into his hand. Then he effortlessly put the purple magic sword into his storage bag.

Huang Long's face was as pale as paper, and his breath dropped rapidly like a deflated rubber ball. His whole body trembled, and he seemed to be about to fall backward, but he was immediately supported by Sun Lin and Lin Fei who reacted.

The faces of both of them were full of unspeakable shock, especially Lin Fei. He knew how strong Huang Long was, and he himself was definitely no match. However, such a person was not Ye Bai's enemy?

How long has it been?

Lin Fei was extremely angry and a little desperate. Only at this moment did he realize how ridiculous his previous thoughts were. Revenge? Can he beat Ye Bai?

The surrounding area fell into an eerie silence, and all the monks' eyes immediately fell on Ye Bai.

Who is this guy?

When did such a freak appear among the ten major sects in the Southern Territory?

This is the first thought that comes to everyone's mind.

The strength Ye Bai showed was enough to make all the monks respect him.

Huang Long clutched his chest, his face twisted in pain, but strangely, he did not die.

Just now, Ye Bai has used all his strength. It is no exaggeration to say that his sword will kill almost everyone below the level of fake elixir.

At this time, a bronze mirror fell from Huang Long's chest, and cracks appeared on the mirror surface.

Ye Bai's eyes showed relief and he mocked: "Why are you so confident? It turns out that there are many magic weapons. The Wanjian Sect is really rich and powerful!"

As soon as he said this, many onlookers' monks looked at Huang Long in indescribably weird ways.

Wanjian Sect is a sect that specializes in flying swords, and everyone is extremely powerful. When did people start laughing at them for relying on magic weapons?

The anger in Huang Long's heart rose even more, and he shouted hysterically: "You are dead, you are absolutely dead, you actually want to kill me, our Wanjian Sect will never let you go!"

Ye Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and asked strangely: "You wanted to kill me just now. So, you can kill me, but I can't kill you? I'm sorry, this kind of rule will never work here.

of."

Huang Long was about to say something when suddenly, his pale face showed a look of ecstasy and he said loudly: "Great, Elder Wu is here. Ye Bai, you are dead!"

Ye Bai's eyes flickered and he said decisively: "Uncle Shuiyue, let's return to Yuntian Auction House first. I believe they will never dare to mess around."

Master Shuiyue said without hesitation: "Then let's leave quickly."

At this point, the troubles have exceeded what he can handle.

"Humph, want to leave now? It's too late!"

A withered old man wearing a gray robe and with sunken cheeks suddenly appeared directly in front of Ye Bai and the others.

When he saw the wound on Huang Long's chest, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Little doll, you have such a cruel heart, you actually want to kill someone with one sword!"

Ye Bai smiled coldly and retorted: "Then you mean, standing and letting people kill you is what a gentleman should do, right?"

Elder Wu's face showed a trace of murderous intent. He grinned, and there was a bit of sinister meaning. He said: "Very good, you dare to contradict me face to face. It seems that my name, Wu Yong, has already been

No one knows anymore!"

However, with these words, especially with the appearance of the name Wu Yong, the air became chilly, and the atmosphere became even more depressing and suffocating.

"Wu Yong? He, he is Wu Yong? I heard that he killed more than 1,200 people in the village with his own hands in order to take revenge. Hiss, it was him who came..."

Some people's expressions changed drastically and they subconsciously took several steps back.

When the other monks heard this, they also brought back some not-so-good memories. (To be continued)


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