This was the first time that Ye Chen vented all his momentum without reservation. The terrifying momentum swept around the world, and a howling hurricane blew in the courtyard.
"Damn it, how can this Ye Chen be so strong?"
Ji Rui, who was standing in the distance, squinted his eyes, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
As the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Rui has never seriously practiced ancient martial arts, but his sense of breath is extremely obvious.
Ye Chen's current aura is even stronger than that of Zu Yu.
As a peer, Ye Chen was so far ahead of him. Ji Rui, who considered herself to be the proud one, was extremely jealous.
"Brother Yang, let's do it together."
Zu Yu squinted his eyes, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he shot towards Ye Chen first.
"Your opponent is me."
Jin Mu narrowed his eyes, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
"The art of drawing swords."
Jin Mu shouted, his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he suddenly pulled out the sword.
The silver sword light soared into the sky, and the sharp sword intent filled the surroundings.
A sense of life and death crisis suddenly arose in Zu Yu's heart. He made an immediate decision, twisted his body, and struck the sword light in front of him with one palm.
With a bang, sparks flew everywhere, and Zu Yu involuntarily took a step back. A trace of blood splashed out from his palm and dripped on the ground.
"Such a sharp sword spirit, who are you?"
Zu Yu's expression changed and he looked at Jin Mu solemnly.
"Haidong Sword Sect, Jinmu."
Jin Mu said calmly.
"Jin Mu? Are you the Korean Sword Saint Jin Mu? I didn't expect you to come to China."
Zu Yu frowned, his face suddenly changed, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
"That's right."
Jin Mu said calmly: "You are not my opponent, how about you and I just watch from the sidelines."
This time there is some trouble.
Zu Yu's face was extremely gloomy at this time.
The name of the Sword Saint of Korea pierced Zu Yu’s ears like thunder.
This is the strongest swordsman in Korea, and he is also the best among the masters.
The gap in strength between Grandmaster and Master is still extremely obvious.
Those who have just become a master are very familiar with the use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and their strength is slightly weaker. They are called early masters.
And kendo masters like Kaneki have studied kendo to the extreme and have already reached the strength of a late master.
Compared with it, Zu Yu was obviously weaker.
"The Korean Sword Master actually went wild in China. Whether he is your opponent or not, you will only know if you have fought him."
An evil spirit flashed in Zu Yu's eyes, he took a step forward and punched Jin Mu.
"Stubborn."
Jin Mu wielded the Water Cold Sword and fought with Zu Yu.
Although Zu Yu had a slight advantage, Jin Mu could not defeat Zu Yu in a short period of time, and the two of them fought fiercely together.
"I actually invited the Korean Sword Master, but it's a pity that he can't save you."
Yang Herong said with a solemn expression: "You will die today."
"It's not certain who will save whom."
A cold look flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, he took a deep breath and hid on the ground.
The marble-paved floor suddenly trembled, as if it had been stepped on by a giant from ancient times, and fine cracks spread around like spider webs.
Ye Chen took advantage of this energy, and his figure was like thunder, disappearing in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of tens of meters and appeared in front of Hanba.
"Roar."
Hanbao let out a low roar, feeling a very strong crisis. All the muscles in his body swelled up, like a balloon that was blown up. He suddenly grew half a meter taller and grabbed Ye Chen with his sharp claws. p>
"Death."
A flash of killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and the power of flesh and blood was pushed to the extreme, and they collided with each other with punches and palms.
There was a bang, like two mountain peaks colliding together. The scene actually made the sound of steel colliding, and countless strands of energy escaped crazily to the surroundings.
Only bursts of roaring sounds were heard, and the office building that was originally a certain age was directly razed to the ground by this force.
Fortunately, Fang Yuqi, Hou Zhou and others had already exited the office area, watching the battle not far away from afar.
"So strong, this is like making a blockbuster movie."
Liang Xuan swallowed, his eyes full of horror.
Even Ji Rui looked extremely nervous.
If Ye Chen cannot be killed today, he will be in danger.
Only Han Ba's scream was heard from the smoke. Ye Chen's fist penetrated Han Ba's claws directly, and then hit Han Ba's chest.
The blood-red scales were cracked, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound. Ye Chen's strength followed the wound and blasted directly into Hanba's body.
Hanbao screamed and roared, and was directly punched away by Ye Chen, with blood splattering all over the floor.
"The physical body is so strong."
Ye Chen frowned, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
With one punch from his demigod body, he was only seriously injured but did not blow up Hanbao. This was somewhat beyond Ye Chen's expectations.
It is indeed the most ferocious thing in the legend. Even if it is injured, it is still so powerful.
"Drought Demon."
Yang Herong's expression changed, and he said with a serious expression: "How dare you hurt my Hanbao and seek death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Herong roared, his hands turned into glass color, and he slapped Ye Chen straight.
"Liu Li Shou? I'm not as innate as I used to be."
A look of indifference flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he also patted it lightly with his palm.
With a bang, terrifying pressure spread from Ye Chen's palms to Yang Herong's arms.
There was a bang with the glazed palm, and there was a sound of fracture. The originally indestructible glazed hand was instantly shattered by Ye Chen.
Yang Herong screamed and retreated quickly, a look of panic flashed in his eyes.
"You...how can you be so strong."
No wonder Yang Herong was not shocked.
Half a month ago, Ye Chen was still an ant that Yang Herong slaughtered at will.
Unexpectedly, in just half a month, he became a strong man who could crush him.
The difference between before and after is really astonishing.
"Suffer death."
A strong murderous intention flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he moved slightly, about to kill Yang Herong.
At this time, Hanbao roared, and the thick blood mist bombarded Ye Chen.
"This trick of yours is useless to me."
The blood in Ye Chen's body was boiling, and the energy and blood were surging like ocean waves. He pushed the immortality magic to its extreme, and he directly knocked back the drought demon with one punch.
Then his figure moved, instantly crossing a distance of tens of meters, and appeared in front of Yang Herong.
"Death."
Ye Chen punched out, and the world rolled back.
It's like an immortal descending to earth, with a hint of ancient charm.
The terrifying air of death blew through Yang Herong's body in an instant.
With a bang, Yang Herong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was almost punched through by Ye Chen. He slid on the ground for dozens of meters before stopping.
"You are so weak."
Ye Chen's eyes were gleaming, as if a god descended from heaven, he shook his head and sighed.