Chapter 186 The Death of Qianyang

Ye Wuchen stood there like a sword. He looked at the five people in front of him and said, "Leave, or die."

The attitude of Qianyang and the others has been very obvious these days, waiting for them to leave, and then snatch the treasures they obtained in the ruins, and even said it clearly, without concealing it at all.

During the time Ye Futian went to the outside world, Qianyang and the others kept staring at them and regarded them as prey.

That being the case, then there is no need to say more.

Leave, the two sides are at peace.

If you don't leave, you are the enemy, and only one side will die.

Ye Wuchen still didn't say much, just a few simple words were enough to express his attitude.

Qianyang and the others had a strange look when they heard Ye Wuchen's words. The five of them were all at their peak. Even if Ye Wuchen had a magic weapon, how to smooth the gap between realms?

It's just Zhao Han, he may not be able to deal with it, not to mention that Qianyang has the luck of a prince, and the increase in strength is not small, enough to instantly kill ordinary peak Dharma figures.

"Is the arm broken, the brain is not working?" Shi Tong said coldly.

"Qian Shao, this is him coming to the door and dying here, the saint shouldn't be able to blame us?" Yue Linglong said with a smile.

"Zhao Han." At this moment, Qianyang said, "Kill him, the sword belongs to you."

"Thank you Qianshao." Zhao Han nodded, he just wanted it, he was also a sword cultivator, Ye Wuchen's sword, he wanted it.

Taking a step forward, Zhao Han released an extremely sharp sword intent, and behind him, a sword shadow appeared, as if a sharp sword was constantly unsheathed, hanging behind Zhao Han and screaming loudly.

"Since you asked for death, I had to fulfill you."

Zhao Han's eyes are extremely cold, and his killing intent is fierce. He Zhao Han is the son of the head of the Imperial Sword Sect, and he is extremely talented. However, in the Prince's Grotto, Ye Futian and the three directly pressed him down, and he was extremely talented.

Ye Wuchen is a sword cultivator with him, and his talent is also above him.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong the talent is, it will die.

The sword of the law behind him burst out, and the sword lights were like lightning, illuminating the day brighter, and the light reflected by the sword light was even a little dazzling.

A sharp harsh sound came out, and in just a moment, those swords pierced through the void and came to Ye Wuchen.

But almost at the same moment, the sword intent on Ye Wuchen's body erupted, and an invisible airflow surrounded the body. With him as the center, a terrifying storm of swords appeared around him, and the air was filled with terrifying sounds of sword whistling. When Zhao Han's sword came, it was torn apart by that terrifying sword energy, and it was the same for every sword.

Zhao Han stepped forward, and every time he took a step, the sword qi became stronger, and the sword suspended behind him kept shooting out, as if to drown Ye Wuchen.

The sword in Ye Wuchen's hand spun slightly, and then a sword stabbed out, like a thread of rain, any sword that came to be destroyed.

Zhao Han's body moved, and a sword appeared in his hand. His speed was as fast as the wind, and he followed the sword.

Suddenly, a light lit up, it was a sword light.

The brilliance of this sword light made Ye Wuchen's eyes close.

The next moment, this light became brighter and brighter. It was not only bright, but also cold. It cut across the void and slashed towards Ye Wuchen's body.

"What a fast sword." Yue Linglong praised, Zhao Han is worthy of being the son of the head of the Imperial Sword Sect, and his strength is still beyond doubt.

This sword is born, Ye Wuchen will die, and there will be no way of life.

A terrifying kendo will bloomed on Ye Wuchen, poured into the sword in his hand, and then swung the sword.

The sword is like rain, the sword light is like the light of stars, and that space is like a meteor shower.

Zhao Han's incomparably bright cold sword light was submerged by the Sword Star Rain, riddled with holes, and then shattered.

The two sword lights stopped at a touch.

Zhao Han's body also stopped, standing not far in front of Ye Wuchen.

He looked up at Ye Wuchen, his pupils dilated a little bit, and then he showed horror, despair, and remorse.

The next moment, his body was bleeding, and every hole in his body seemed to be bleeding, and it was soon drowned in blood.

When they saw Zhao Han fall to the ground, the expressions of Qianyang and others finally became less relaxed.

They were stunned and shocked, their casual smiles had long since disappeared, and their eyes were fixed on Zhao Han on the ground.

And still standing there quietly, but the one-armed figure of the prince's luck was released from his body.

"The luck of the prince." Shi Tong stared at Ye Wuchen, when did he do it?

Moreover, it is the luck of a middle-class prince, the purest kendo will, and Ye Wuchen, who is bathed in this will, is like the sharpest sword in the world.

Ye Wuchen's cultivation has also gone a step further, and now it is the realm of the fifth-order law.

If this realm was nothing in their eyes before, but the fifth-order dharma phase realm combined with the purest prince-level kendo will, it is already terrible enough to easily cross the realm to fight, prince-level will, the power to attack him There will be a huge increase in power.

What is even more terrifying is that Ye Wuchen happens to have a sword of magic weapon in his hand, a sword of magic weapon that contains the will of the prince.

Ye Wuchen, motivated by his own prince's will, will be able to exert a stronger power of the magic weapon. Under the double superposition, Ye Wuchen's sword is definitely the sword of the peak of the law.

If he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to survive from Li Daoyun's hands at that time. Although he paid the price of his broken arm, with Li Daoyun's strength, if he was not strong enough, he wanted to escape with his broken arm?

But now, Ye Wuchen is much stronger than when he fought against Li Daoyun at that time. His realm breakthrough and his will became pure, which greatly improved his strength.

"Om." Ye Wuchen's body moved. When he moved, the surrounding world was instantly enveloped by a sword intent, the breath of Qianyang's four people burst out, and the dharma image bloomed.

Seeing Ye Wuchen coming, Zhenwu Zong Shitong stepped out directly, the giant axe appeared in his hand, accompanied by a roar, an extremely terrifying force oppressed this space, behind Shitong there seemed to be a terrifying statue The giant figure, he held a big axe and slashed towards Ye Wuchen's body, wanting to split the world and kill Ye Wuchen.

The light shone, and the sword moved forward, accompanied by an extremely cold sword light, and there was a crack in Shi Tong's axe. There was a light sound, and there was blood on his throat. After that, the blood continued to flow out.

Ye Wuchen's body seemed to have turned into an afterimage, and after killing him, he went straight to Yue Linglong next to him.

When Yue Linglong saw that Shi Tong couldn't stop her attack, her expression changed greatly. Her beautiful eyes became extremely seductive. At a glance, an illusion appeared in Ye Wuchen's mind at this moment.

Yue Linglong walked towards him step by step, the clothes on her body slipped down one by one, charming and charming, and she said enchantingly, "Are you willing to kill someone?"

She is good at spiritual illusions, and is a spiritual illusion magician. She has extremely strong illusion skills, especially good at matters of men and women.

In Ye Wuchen's mind, she only had the last transparent clothes left, looming, but even more charming, enough to make people lose their minds.

However, Ye Wuchen's current will is so powerful, the will of a prince, there are countless sharp swords in his mind that penetrate the extremely sexy body, and they are directly wiped out, and the red powder is like a skeleton.

With a light sound, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes solidified and her face was pale. She was a spiritual illusion, but her defense ability was comparable to that of Shi Tong. Shi Tong was killed by a sword, not to mention her.

Ye Wuchen seemed to draw a perfect arc, and two people perished.

At this time, only two of the five remained, Qianyang and Dugu Leng.

Qianyang's face is extremely ugly, the prince's luck is soaring, and he stares at Ye Wuchen in front of him. The kendo will of the prince is blooming. Ye Wuchen doesn't look like a fifth-order person at all, and his momentum is not weaker than him.

Qianyang's princely luck is inferior, more complex, and has not been fully formed into some kind of pure will.

Ye Wuchen held the sword of the magic weapon and walked towards Qianyang and the two of them step by step. The powerful prince's will bloomed, making Ye Wuchen extremely terrifying.

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from Qianyang's body. Thunder, fire, sword, and various powers of different attributes bloomed from his body. Coupled with the luck of the prince, it was by no means comparable to the previous Zhao Han Shitong.

Behind Qianyang, Dugu Leng showed a strong sense of coldness. He held a machete, and an incomparably violent aura permeated from it.

Ye Wuchen's body is vacated, his sword is raised, and his endless will is violently erupted. At this moment, Ye Wuchen seems to be a real prince. Even, he has a bit of the power of the emperor. His will is inherited from a powerful emperor. .

At this moment, the endless airflow in the surrounding world seemed to be converging on his sword, as if he was worshipping, Ye Wuchen's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the sword in his hand turned into the sword of the Son of Heaven.

Qianyang also has royal luck, although it is inferior, but with its own strength, it is also extremely powerful, and Ye Wuchen will naturally go all out.

Finally, Ye Wuchen's sword slashed down, the sword of the Son of Heaven, commanding all methods, the endless airflow around it gathered, moved with the sword, and slashed towards Qianyang below.

On Qianyang's body, the sword of thunder and fire slashed in the air, and for a moment, there seemed to be thunder dragon roars and fire dragon roars in the void.

Two incomparably terrifying auras collided, and Qianyang shouted, "Dugu Leng."

When his voice fell, Dugu Leng's body moved, and an extremely violent breath broke out, and then he heard a soft pop.

Qianyang's body trembled violently, his face was as pale as paper, his breath dissipated, and the sword in the void slashed down, directly from above.

Dugu Leng's body quickly retreated, and there was a shocking knife mark on Qian Yang's back.

He trembled, turned around in pain, and looked at Dugu Leng: "Why?"

Dugu Leng didn't look at him, but raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchen and said, "His father is my master. After I go back, I will tell Ming master that he and Zhao Han were killed by people from the barren city."

Ye Wuchen looked at him without speaking.

"Even if you kill me, and the ancient country of Loulan cooperates with you to hide it, the master will still investigate, and there will eventually be clues." Dugu Leng said again: "His death has my knife, and I will naturally hide the truth forever. "

Qianyang stared at Dugu Leng stubbornly, and fell down in despair and anger, unable to rest his eyes!