At this time, everyone was convinced that the young man in black shirt standing in front of him was undoubtedly Ye Wuzong himself.

The most surprising ones were Cheng Xuanji and Situ Lanshan.

They thought they were in desperate situations and could not survive. The most important thing was that Junior Sister An Ran died in front of them.

But the next moment, the picture suddenly changed, and the turning point of fate was unexpected. Not only did An Ran not die, but his injuries were healed and he appeared alive.

The most important thing is that they saw Ye Wuzong himself as if they were dreaming!

"Really, it's really you..." Situ Lanshan was very close to Ye Wuzong, staring at the other party with his eyes tightly, feeling extremely unreal.

Cheng Xuanji also widened her beautiful eyes and looked at Ye Wuzong in disbelief.

"You guy, have been hiding in that huge evil pupa?"

"It's not the time to be surprised. Your body is seriously injured. You will fight later. Pay attention to avoiding risks..." Ye Wuzong said indifferently, and his palm flipped, and the hilt of the Nine Prison Sword appeared in his hand.

Ye Wuzong, one man and one sword, and a black shirt flies, walked a few steps forward.

In an instant, his back stood in front of Cheng Xuanji, An Ran and others.

Swish swish swish swish-!

The other dozen disciples of the Holy Academy all landed and quickly came behind Yi Jue, showing an angle, blocking the way Ye Wuzong and others might leave the Killing Bee Island.

They are basically powerful people in the Martial King Realm. The momentum is combined and very powerful. The Wu King's aura condensed from their bodies is colorful and even a special vision formed on their heads, which is a long river of true energy.

Ye Wuzong, who was alone in the group of wolves, had no change in his expression, let alone a look of fear. He was still cold and said coldly: "Your name is Yi Jue, you are Yi Meitian's younger brother, so..."

"Where is Shen Qingyue?"

After meeting these geniuses from Yunlan Academy, then revenge is the first priority. Although Ye Wuzong doesn’t think that Shen Qingyue can escape his pursuit with one sword when facing him!

"That bitch Shen Qingyue? Hahaha, I forgot that your emperor bone was pulled away by her like a stinky dog's spine!" Yi Jue laughed loudly, with a mocking look on his face.

"Aren't you going to say it?" Ye Wuzong smiled slightly.

Yi Jue saw that Ye Wuqin was not afraid of them at all, and even in his words, there was a sense of contempt that even though he was contemptuous... Anger suddenly emerged from his heart.

"Ye Wuzong! No matter what trick you had in the evil pupa just now, when you meet me, you will only blame yourself for being unlucky!" Yi Jue's eyes flashed, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"So you still don't know where Shen Qingyue is..." Ye Wuzong sighed slightly and shook his head.

"They went to the treasure island!" Yi Jue actually said it.

Immediately, Yi Jue's face darkened: "I'm useless, take your remaining body, and I plan to go to Baodao to meet them. You, Ye Wuzong, will soon become a bargaining chip for my negotiations with my elder brother, so you are very precious!"

Ye Wujin's mouth curled: "But to me... your life is like a mustard of grass..."

Swish—!

Nine Prison Swords were unsheathed.

The black black blade flashed with dazzling cold light, reflecting on Ye Wujin's cold face, making him look particularly domineering!

"Boy, are you planning to fight so many martial king masters alone? Your brain..." Cheng Xuanji has always been Ye Wuzong's senior sister. She had a hot temper and shouted immediately.

"He can't beat so many people alone..." Situ Lanshan held the White Tiger Battle Spear and wanted to join the battle.

An Ran suddenly stopped the two of them: "Xuan Ji, Senior Brother Situ, you believe him!"

Cheng Xuanji and Situ Lanshan were both stunned.

boom--!

Immediately, a huge explosion came!

Ye Wuzong stepped into the sky with one step, and the Nine Prison Sword slashed out a black sword light. Above the sword light, purple thunder and red blood true energy intertwined, the sword light continued to surge, its power was imminent, slashing straight to the opposite side!

In an instant, it slashed on the colorful river of true energy.

The explosion came from this.

The next moment, Cheng Xuanji and the other two were stunned.

The sword, like scissors, tearing the colorful silk smoothly, cut it off, and colorful true qi rushed out in all directions.

These true qi are the Wu King's aura condensed from the disciples of the Holy Academy.

The true energy was hit, and their faces turned pale, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

Eight of them flew backwards to the sides in an instant.

I fell to the ground immediately, not knowing life and death!

Ye Wuzong stood in the void, his wrist turned, and the Nine Prison Swords brought out sharp sword flowers, and then they were put together and attached to his back.

Ye Wuzong looked at Yi Jue and others who were also surprised and even looked frightened, shook their heads slightly: "You don't even have the qualifications to let me sacrifice the Senluo Sword..."

"Why is this happening!" Yi Jue looked at the scene with horror, and a huge wave broke out in his heart.

It’s right that the other party broke through the Martial King Realm, but the realm is only at the first level of the Martial King Realm. Why, why can one sword kill so many fellow disciples?

At this time, the cold face of Brother Yi Meitian appeared in his mind, and the words "Ten you are not as good as one of him" were echoed in his ears.

"Senior Brother Yi Jue, he, he..." Several disciples of the Holy Academy were really scared by Ye Wuzong's sword, and their voices trembled and trembled.

Yi Jue gritted his teeth and said, "What are you afraid of! The difference in realm is obvious. After that sword, he may not be the last one. He just wants to use that sword to shock us!"

But even as he said this, the cold sweat on Yi Jue's face kept falling.

On the other side, Cheng Xuanji also raised his head and shouted: "Boy, are you okay..."

All this was too incredible. Although Cheng Xuanji knew that Ye Wuzong was very strong, the tentacles just now were simply amazing.

"Don't worry, senior sister..." Ye Wuzong just responded coldly to this.

This sentence gave Cheng Xuanji and An Ran more comfort.

But the next moment, they were shocked again and speechless.

Ye Wuzong didn't say anything else, and directly used his sword move - the Ten Kings' sword. The chaotic phantom of Ye Wuzong flashed in the air, shaking layer by layer from his side, and ten black Nine Prison Swords slashed and slashed in ten directions.

The next moment.

Ten swords return to one.

The black sword light instantly broke through the sky.

The power of this sword is unimaginable, especially Ye Wuzhi, who opened up eleven sword veins, is even more powerful than before, which makes this move soar twice as powerful!

A sword breaks through the air!

Bringing up heads and blood splattered.
Chapter completed!