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Chapter 515

The two sides started a confrontation, and the sharpness of the nine gods of killing enveloped the entire street.

Under their light, Ye Yang looked so small.

The slogan that Ye Yang must die was by no means a casual shout.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Yang. No one knew whether he, who had barely killed Chen Daoqing, was the opponent of the nine gods of killing.

On this day, time seemed to be still.

This is the first time that the peak battle of traditional martial arts in Xia Kingdom has been in operation in the Tiandi.

The night has been shrouded in.

But the moonlight tonight was particularly bright, and street lights had already lit up on the streets and alleys, illuminating the direction of the way forward.

"kill!"

With the roar of the Black Dragon Killing God Baru, suddenly, light shone everywhere.

The nine gods of killing immediately rushed forward, and nine rays of light shone extremely brightly in the darkness.

The battle broke out instantly, and the nine killing gods faced Ye Yang with an unstoppable state. Under this pressure, the entire street became extremely cold.

"It's a fight."

"Ye Yang and the Nine Killing Gods are fighting." The scene in front of everyone raised their spirits.

Because everyone knows that Ye Yang's battle is not just a sign of himself.

Instead, the Xia Kingdom’s martial arts world.

The sharp edge came, and the Yellow Dragon Killing God Grit, one of the nine killing gods, immediately released a fireball and rushed towards Ye Yang.

As Western martial artists, spells have always been their specialty. The big fireball with a tumbling heat wave is as big as the sun visible to the naked eye, trying to block Ye Yang's pace.

The Fire Dragon Killing God - Ghost Fire Yidao immediately used the Shadow Clan technique and used the eighth level clone to harass Ye Yang continuously.

Faced with the attacks of several people, Ye Yang's feet did not stop at all.

After breaking through the heavy blockade of Grit and the Ghost Fire of the Yanlong Mountain God, I wanted to fight back directly, but a loud bang came, and an extremely huge shield directly blocked Ye Yang's path.

The Crazy Dragon Killing God Stepping on the Tianjiao held a giant shield in his hand and blocked Ye Yang: "You will never break my giant shield."

Ye Yang's fist hit the giant shield, but did not cause any substantial damage to the giant shield at all.

The Green Dragon Killing God Wabu immediately caught up, and his speed was even as fast as if he was moving in an instant.

All Ye Yang's actions were hindered.

"In my opinion, the traditional martial arts of Xia Kingdom are garbage. You always say that traditional martial arts is better than Western martial arts. Today I want to tell you that this is just a big deal!"

The Blue Dragon Killing God Wabu move is fatal.

The ghosts on the street corner kept flashing, and explosions came one after another.

The battle between Ye Yang and the nine gods of killing were almost dazzled, and he could not even tell who they were.

......

"So amazing, I can't see their movements clearly. Ye Yang is not at all inferior to the nine gods of killing alone!" Looking at the scene on the surveillance screen, screams of exclamation kept coming from the headquarters conference room.

"Yes, yes, don't forget that Ye Yang did not enter the realm of ancient martial artists. Just facing them in an ordinary state, he could be invincible. It's indeed very strong."

"It seems that these Westerners are going to fall here this time."

Listening to the discussion in his ears, Duan Chenghui glanced at these people.


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