"Impossible, impossible, this power..."

Mitian Sword Light - Ye Wuzong's strongest slash, once it exploded, it made the disciples of the Ghost Sect extremist.

In a blink of an eye.

There was no time for the wail to ring.

At least fifty spirit-level disciples were crushed to pieces in this dazzling and charming sword light!

High-level disciples such as Ghost Girl and Ghost Spider were directly killed by this sword.

In front of the disciples of the royal family, there was a mess. The earth was plowed out of an exaggerated sword mark. The deep valley was rolled up with thick smoke. The sword mark was flat and straight.

It can be seen how profound Ye Wuzong's kendo attainments are.

Whether it is exerting force, confidence, sword moves, or the speed of attack, it is all perfect!

The disciples of the royal family were shocked.

Even Ye Qing, who saw Ye Wuzong attack for the first time, looked stunned and stayed there.

"I'll throw you firmly, but I'm still awesome with no trace..."

Ye Liufeng was very excited.

He killed most of the spirit-level disciples with one sword, but failed to kill the injured ghost spider and others with one blow.

Ye Wuzong frowned slightly.

"It seems that it is not in the realm of Martial King, and the sword and martial arts are not included in the ranks of the great masters, so I still cannot do my best to determine life and death with one sword..."

"Even though the Ghost King Dharma Body helped me break through the realm, the six soul veins in my body were too strong and I had practiced the Nine Nether Purgatory Art, but the actual use was not achieved to the expected effect..."

"In this way, going to the dark area to explore the remains of the Burial Demon King is imminent for me!"

Ye Wuzong said secretly.

Then, a bright blood light suddenly shone in his eyes, and his face was extremely cold.

Step by step.

Ye Wuzong stood up in the air with a sword.

"kill……"

This time, everyone truly realized what it means to "sheep enter the pack of wolves and turn blood into a river"!

Kill all fifteen ghost-level disciples, two seriously injured low-level elders of the Ghost Sect, and the remaining seventy spirit-level disciples.

Ye Wujin only took thirty breaths.

Kill while on the same side.

The Nine Prison Sword kept sucking the blood and energy that was scattered along the way.

Thunder, blood light, and the monstrous ghost energy carried by the Ghost King Dharma body.

The combination of three true qi makes the Nine Prison Sword form an eternal peerless sword light every time it swings!

"No!"

The ghost girl screamed in despair.

The next moment, the sword light penetrated her delicate body.

"you!"

And the next moment, before I could say the second half of the sentence, the ghost spider followed in the footsteps!

Two famous nightmare disciples of the Ghost Sect were slashed by Ye Wuzong's two swords.

No longer exists...

"I'll leave it to you to clean up the battlefield."

Before the sword was collected, Ye Wuzong just turned his head and said indifferently.

The young kings of the royal family also subconsciously swallowed their saliva and nodded blankly.

At this time, there was a climax of fierce fighting on the battlefield.

Fan Fei Shen is worthy of being the top master of Cang Domain.

Even under the siege of Ye Haoshan, Ye Baiyun and Guitian, the three Martial Kings, they were still calm and calm, and there was no decline!

Even, it is almost about to gain the upper hand.

At this moment, Ye Wuzong came with a sword, holding the base of the Yinsha coffin in his left hand.

Fan Fei Shen knocked back Ye Baiyun with one palm, escaped from Yunze, looked at Ye Wuzong, and then his narrow and handsome eyes narrowed slightly: "Little beast!"

Not only did he destroy the disciples of the Ghost Sect, but he also successfully obtained the Ghost King's Dharma Body.

He now has to pay attention to Ye Wuzong and even regard him as a strong enemy!

"Mr. Fan, I offended you!"

Ye Wuzong said with a smile.

scold!

The same trick will be presented again.

The divine light shines in the forest.

The aura around Fan Fei God was actually retreating.

"Several seniors, seize the opportunity!"

Ye Wuzong shouted.

Ye Haoshan nodded and bent his fingers a little.

The ground under the feet of the God of Fan Fei suddenly sank a large piece!

Ye Baiyun also used his soul power to condense Yunze around Fan Fei God again.

Elder Guitian, whose real name is Yin Yuntian, is Yin Xichuan's third brother, and his inherited blood soul. He is the first-class earth-level - Xunlong Wood.

The true energy of Mu Xuan condensed rapidly, and the thick giant wood, like a giant's arm, smashed towards Fan Fei Shen fiercely.

Ye Wuzong did not continue to take action. After all, even if his combat power is comparable to that of the Martial King Realm at this time, he would definitely not be able to hurt Fan Fei Shen at all.

Boom boom boom boom-!

Explosions are endless!

Everyone wanted to see if Fan Fei Shen would die under the joint siege of these masters.

But unfortunately.

When the smoke and dust slowly dissipate.

Fan Fei Shen was still standing there. Apart from the cold and solemn black clothes, there was no sign of any injuries on his body!

"I've been defeated today, but Ye Wuzong, remember it. The longer you live like a little beast, the more miserable your fate will be!"

Fan Fei Shen shattered the wooden prison beside him with a palm and flew out.

Ye Haoshan and Ye Baiyun all looked solemn.

This person is so powerful...

Fan Fei Shen turned around, looked back and glanced coldly at Ye Wuzong, and said, "I believe that in the near future, there will be many people in Cangyu who want to buy your head!"

If you are threatened by such awesome person, no one can continue to remain calm.

But Ye Wuzong just put away the Nine Prison Sword, smiled faintly, and said, "I'm always waiting."

Fan Feishen's expression was cold.

He flew away directly, and soon his figure disappeared into Tianzang Mountain.

It's a waste of time.

After confirming that the God of Fan Fei has gone far away.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They all feel like they have a life of surviving the disaster when they are full of corpses and messy scenes.

In addition to the disciples of the royal family, there are naturally some survivors of the thirty-six cities and casual cultivators.

And there is no doubt that cleaning up the battlefield and comforting each other has become what everyone needs to do immediately.

"Brother without trace!"

Ye Liufeng ran over directly, pulled Ye Wujin's arm, and kept asking about his well-being.

After Ye Qing and others were intimate with each other, they also came to Ye Wuzong.

Now no one dares to underestimate him.

Ye Haoshan walked over and asked, "Ye Wuzong, the sword in your hand..."
To be continued...