Invincible Sword Realm

A day later, at the Heavenly Entrance.

Looking at the door in the distance, the corner of Yang Ye's mouth lifted slightly, "Purple, wait for me! ”

Yang Ye was about to enter, and at that point he seemed to feel something, suddenly turning his head, not far away, a middle-aged man slowly approaching him.

The middle-aged man attacked the robe and in his hand was a long black gun.

To the peak of the realm!

The middle-aged man looked at the far reaches of Heavenly Gate and then looked at Yang Ye, “Want to escape to Heavenly Nation? ”

Yang Ye shrugged slightly and said, “What's the matter? ”

The middle-aged man smiled softly and said, "Do you mind if I try to get you a head start? ”

Yang Ye pointed to his head and said, "Do you want it yourself? ”

The middle-aged man's smile grew colder, “Coming!” The long gun in his hand came out of nowhere.

At this point, Yang Ye's sword suddenly burst out.

Sword tip against gun tip.

For a moment, time seemed to be rated.

At this point, both of them had something to do with each other.

Boom!

Each of them retreated a thousand feet away, and as soon as they stopped, the space behind them was directly tortoised into a spider web!

The middle-aged man looked at his hand, and by this moment, his arm had shown many bloodstains, which had just been wounded by the sword.

The middle-aged man had more heavy eyes, and he looked up at Yang Ye in the distance, "You are much stronger than I thought. No wonder the monarch wanted you at such a great price. Turns out you're worth it! ”

Yang Ye did not say yes, his eyes closed slowly, his right hand flat stall, in his palm, a sword spinning fast.

In that instant, an invisible, sharp breath pointed directly at the middle-aged man!

Oppression!

At this moment, middle-aged men feel a strong sense of oppression. He dared not carelessly, his inner qi surged wildly, soon, middle-aged men over the sky, dark clouds, of which, lightning from time to time crossed.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his long gun, and in the cloud above his head, a lightning bolt came out and fell directly on the middle-aged man's long gun.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes slowly, over the long gun in his hand, and lightning bolted. After a breath, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and held a long gun in his hand and threw it at Yang Ye in the distance, “Thunder Dragon prick! ”

The sound dropped, a long gun clamped with lightning blasted towards the leaves, past, lightning thunder, the space was directly shaken into a black hole in space, horrible!

In the distance, the sword in Yang Ye's hand suddenly disappeared.

At the moment when the Yang Ye sword disappeared, the middle-aged man's thunder gun suddenly stopped in the air because it was pointed against the tip of a sword. A moment of silence, all of a sudden, the sword spins.

Buzz!

As a sword sounded, the long gun suddenly cracked open, and in a blink of an eye, a sword flashed through the scene.

In the distance, the middle-aged man was terrified and his figure flashed, yet one of his arms did not follow his body.

A middle-aged man stopped, right now, on his right shoulder, and the blood dripped!

And the moment the middle-aged man just stopped, in the palm of Yang Ye in the distance, a sword began to spin again. Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man looked dead. The next moment, a sword appeared behind the brain of a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stared dead at Yang Ye, "I lost your sword, not you! ”

Speech down.

Boo!

A piece of blood radiated from the middle-aged man's eyebrows, and in a flash, the middle-aged man's entire head blew open.

Yang Ye appeared behind the middle-aged man and reached out and the sword head returned to his hand. Looking at the sword in front of him, Yang Ye smiled softly: "If people are not strong, what use is a sword in strength? ”

After that, Yang Ye looked at the door in the distance and was about to enter it, and at this point, in the distant sky, the space suddenly trembled, and soon, several people flashed out of it.

Out came a tall middle-aged man, an old man, and a famous woman in a long dress.

The three, two of whom Yang Ye knew. It was the demonic lion who hunted him before he went to the dead world, and the demonic woman. As for the old man, he was also being pursued, although he did not know each other.

“Yang Ye, long time no see!” The mad lion whispered.

Yang Ye glanced at the three people, “Why, demons, demons, what kind of people are you trying to kill me to take the sword? ”

“Can't you?” That crazy lion's way.

Yang Ye smiled softly and smiled for a moment. He looked at the mad lion, “Are you stupid? ”

Rumor has it, the madness of the lion's divine color immediately went down, and when it was about to speak, Yang Ye took the lead: “If you don't understand the situation, you dare to come to me, I am worried about your intelligence! ”

Speaking, the sword in Yang Ye's hand suddenly disappeared, and a sword light flashed through the scene. In the distance, the mad lion's body became stiff directly.

Side by side, the old man and the woman turned their heads sharply towards the mad lion, only to see his body stiff, his eyes open, a sword hanging behind his head.

“You...” The mad lion stared at Yang Ye, “How is that possible...”

Boo!

The lion's neck suddenly cracked open, and in a flash, his head fell directly from his neck.

Blood as columns!

Side by side, the old man stays with the lady like a wooden chicken.

Soon, the woman returned to God and turned to Yang Ye, “My lord, my demons will not fight you, and I ask you..."

“Late! ”

The sound of the leaves fell and the sword in his hand suddenly disappeared. Seeing this scene, the woman's face changed dramatically and her palms slapped forward.

Boom!

As the two blasts went off, the sword disappeared. Yet Yang Ye appeared behind the woman without warning.

The sword!

Boo!

The woman's head with open eyes flew straight out.

Yang Ye turned his head and looked at the old man not far away. The old man did not flee, but said: “I didn't expect to go to the dead world and let you grow to this point. My wings have gone wrong this time! ”

The old man is going to kill himself. And then Yang Ye suddenly said, "Are you from the Wings? ”

"'Why?" said the old man. ”

Yang Ye shrugged slightly and said: "Take me to the Wings.” He hasn't forgotten what he promised the mystery man in the dead world. Since he took advantage of the other party, he must do what he promised him!

Smell the old man's eyes squint, “What do you want? ”

Yang Ye had no bullshit, and sacrificed the wings directly. When he saw the wings, the old man stayed directly. It took a while for him to come back to God, “You, it, it's on you! ”

Yang Ye said: "Who do you think it should be on? ”

“Of course it's Ancestor!” The old man came out of his mouth.

Yang Ye said: "Take me to meet your Wing clan chiefs. I don't want to say it again, and I don't want to waste any more time here, okay? ”

The old man hesitated and said, "Please come with me! ”

One day later, Yang Ye followed the elderly to the Wing clan. Yang Ye learned from the elderly that the current situation of the Wing clan is not so good. First, in terms of recognition, the Wing clan can only add up to a million, which is less pathetic than the people and demons!

Secondly, the territory of the Wings is also extremely remote, and spiritual energy is totally incomparable with ethnic groups and demons.

The reason why I want to take the sword is also because I want Bo Yibo. This sword is not needed by the Wings, but it has many uses, such as to make friends with people, make friends with celestial people...

Yang Ye followed the old man to a pitch-black palace. The old man stopped, “Please wait! ”

Speaking, he walked into the palace.

Yang Ye swept around, surrounded by several powerful and obscure gods sweeping at him!

After a while, the old man came out and said, "The chief is invited! ”

Yang Ye nodded slightly and walked into the palace. In the palace, there are three elderly men in black robes, and in the first place, a middle-aged man in a golden robe.

The middle-aged man gazed at Yang Ye, “You have such strength at a young age that you are probably the strongest of the people but that king. ”

Yang Ye glanced at the three old men and then looked at the middle-aged man, “This time to the Wings, they were dragged to give something to the Wings! ”

Speaking, he bounced, and the mystery man gave him a ring that flew right into front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at the ring and his face instantly grew heavy. The three old men next to him looked at each other, and then God swept through the ring, and soon the three old men, like middle-aged men, looked incredibly heavy.

In this ring are many of the lost Kungfu and Xuan skills of the Wings, all of which are of the saint class, some even above the saint class!

After a long time, the middle-aged man looked at Yang Ye, “Who gave this to you! ”

Yang Ye shook his head, “I don't know who he is. Since things are in your hands, my task is complete. Goodbye!” Yang Ye turned around and left, seemingly thinking of something, he stopped again and said: “Gentlemen, the sword is in my hands, the Wings don't bother me anymore. ”

After that, Yang Ye turned around and left.

And that's when an old man next to a middle-aged man suddenly said, "Wait! ”

Yang Ye stopped and turned to look at the old man, "You don't have to thank me, they have already paid me! ”

The old man stared dead at Yang Ye, "Have you seen what's in this ring? ”

Yang Ye shook his head, "No! ”

“I don't believe it!” The old man said.

Yang Ye's eyes suddenly squinted.

At this time, the old man looked at the middle-aged man beside him, “Patriarch, in this precept, is the magic of all kinds of Wings. Never divulge it, and ask the matriarch to order this man to be killed! ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and hesitated.

“I'm so mad at you! ”

At this time, beneath the temple, Yang Ye suddenly pulled out his sword, “I rarely do a good thing, in exchange for this result, it seems that I am still not fit to be a good person! ”

With his sword, Yang Ye walked toward a middle-aged man and others!

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