What is Electric?

The moment the Ten Shadows of the Flying Eagle appeared, the first shadow had already shot out three dark crossbows filled with venom.

And at this time, Ye Chong took the first step!

When the tenth step was taken, the dark crossbow had just attacked, piercing the tenth shadow!

Between the two, there are only five zhang. The speed of the dark crossbow is not weaker than that of the four powerhouses of the day after tomorrow.

This is the electric flint!

One step, kill someone!

Ten steps are completed, ten people are destroyed!

The whole mountain is dead silent!

Kill ten people with a wave of his hand, and he is still a flying eagle and ten shadows with combat power comparable to that of a sevenfold powerhouse!

The surviving disciples, who did not see anything clearly, were silent.

Wu Zhen and the others had seen it clearly, but they were even more silent.

Luo Zheng was stunned, but Qin Fengrou was soft, and his eyes were shining.

"Master, this sword move ......"

"Emperor Yuan Sword Sutra, Ten Steps Shadow Kill!"

Ye Chong said proudly, staring at the dust and immaculate in his hand, his gaze became soft.

His face was calm, but his heart was already full of excitement.

The Emperor Yuan Sword Sutra was created by the Qingxuan Immortal Venerable of the True Martial Immortal Sect, and every sword move is difficult to cultivate in the blue sky.

Moreover, there are almost harsh restrictions on cultivation and spiritual power.

Only by cultivating to improve a small realm can you practice the next level of sword moves.

Cultivation is just cultivation, not cultivation!

The ten-step shadow killing is the third form of the Emperor Yuan Sword Sutra, and Ye Chong can only practice after stepping on the upper echelons of the mortal realm.

But since stepping on the upper steps, it has only been a short five days.

And in the past five days, Ye Chong has been running around. Even three days before coming to the Flying Eagle Gate, Ye Chong also had to sit firmly in the Dragon Pavilion, absorb the power of the sun, moon and stars, and consolidate his cultivation.

That is to say, from beginning to end, Ye Chong had never practiced this sword move.

At best, it's just a silent deduction in my heart.

This time, facing the Ten Shadows of the Flying Eagle, it was Ye Chong's first time urging the sword move.

Unexpectedly, it would be successful!

Even though there are countless details that need to be paid attention to and improved, and even though there are many flaws that can be seen through at a glance, Ye Chong is still excited.

The first time he urged the control, he succeeded, and he destroyed a strong enemy like the Ten Shadows of the Flying Eagle, how could he not be excited?

Taking a deep breath and calming down, Ye Chong raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on the black shock on the top of the mountain.

"Just now, I remember you were very proud, and now?"

"If I destroy your mountain gate, I will step on the majesty of your flying eagle gate!"

"To destroy your disciples is to destroy the foundation of your Flying Eagle Gate!"

"Killing you to worship the elders is to cut down the pillar of your sect!"

"Now, it is the Ten Shadows of the Flying Eagle that you rely on the most that I have sent to the Nine Hells of Purgatory!"

"Wu Zhen, is it possible, do you have to kill you in the Eagle Gate only yourself, so you are willing to make a move?"

The sound of immortals, the power of immortals, the power of the upper echelons of the mortal realm, can be passed on for a mile!

Outside the mountain gate, those surviving disciples of the Flying Eagle Gate trembled again.

And on the top of the mountain, Wu Zhen is silent!

has been infected with martial arts for decades, and as an old Jianghu, Wu Zhen has to be silent!

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can we win all battles!

But now, he didn't know anything about Ye Chong. It was to witness Ye Chong kill so many elders and worshippers, and even the Ten Shadows of the Flying Eagle died at his hands.

Wu Zhen, still not sure!

As if he had seen through what Wu Zhen was thinking, Ye Chong's eyes shrank, and the corners of his lips sneered, "Oh yes, Sect Master Wu, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you." ”

"When you entered the Flying Eagle Gate to invite Ryazan, you want to contact Wu Xian and discuss how to deal with me, right?"

"I don't know, have you contacted your precious son now?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhen's heart trembled.

Staring at Ye Chong's relaxed expression, there was a sudden coolness, which spread from his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Zhen suppressed his anger, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Ye Chong raised his eyebrows, "Naturally, it's your precious son, who has died in my hands!"

"Could it be that in the past few days, Sect Master Wu has not dreamed at night, and has not dreamed that your precious son has come to beg you to avenge him?"

When the sound fell, Ye Chong had already held the sword flower in his hand, and when Wu Zhen was furious, he went straight to the top of the mountain.

But Wu Zhen trembled slightly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. If it weren't for the support of the two deputy sect masters, I am afraid that I would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

Wu Zhen, his heart is already full of devastation.

He has a son when he is old, and Wu Xian is his only seedling, and he has loved him for more than 20 years. even spared no effort to dispel public opinion, and did his best to help Wu Xian set foot in the six layers of the day after tomorrow.

In order to wait for him a hundred years later, Wu Xian can have the power to protect himself, and even sit firmly in the position of the sect master of the Flying Eagle Gate!

But now!

As Ye Chong said, the mountain gate was destroyed and his face was disgraced. The disciples were destroyed, and there was no foundation at all. Even the pillars of the sect such as the elders, worshippers, and even the Ten Shadows of the Flying Eagle were all in the hands of Ye Chong.

The reason why Wu Zhen was not angry and hesitated to make a move was because he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

With his son Wu idle, everything can be made again.

As for Ye Chong, only two deputy sect masters need to deal with it. He can even kill two birds with one stone, clearing the obstacles for his precious son to ascend to the position of sect master in the future.

But now!

No need to turn your head, it's all empty!

"I want you...... Die!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and in addition to sadness and hatred in his eyes.

Wu Zhen was hoarse, broke free from the obstruction of the two deputy sect masters, and was about to rush down the mountain, and personally smashed Ye Chong's corpse into ten thousand pieces.

But at this moment!

Jingle bells!

A crisp mobile phone ringtone, but it resounded throughout the mountain.

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes fell on Ye Chong. It is a black earthquake, and the body shape is also slightly sluggish.

And Ye Chong, after glancing at his mobile phone, the last worry in his eyes had already dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Success!"

Just two words, a smile has been on the face.

When I raised my eyes again, I saw not Wuzhen, but Ryazan.

"I'm sorry Sect Master Wu, I wanted to completely anger you, first let you Ga Ben'er crispy, corpse smell, and then deal with Ryazan's. But ......"

Before Ye Chong finished speaking, Ryazan's heart sank.

"Ye Chong, what exactly are you ......?"

He questioned aloud, but when the words came to his lips, there was no life.

Only the eyes are the same as the black shock that has just heard the loss of his beloved son.

The eyes are full of sadness!

……

The small city of Chunyang is 300 miles to the north, on the border of Jiangzhou and Linzhou, with undulating mountains and few people.

Iron Sword Gate, located in it.

At this time, under the shade of the mountain, which was only one peak away from the Iron Sword Gate Mountain Gate, more than 100 heavily armed camouflage figures were walking quickly.

There was no wind, no rain, and no night.

But the speed of these people was extremely fast, and they didn't make any sound.

It's the same as a month ago, in Wangu Mountain.

More than 100 people, wearing camouflage cuffs, are embroidered with a powerful sword. And underneath the sword, there is flame.

The crimson flames are lifelike and dazzling.

This is the sign of Chiyao!

It's just that, now, the reconstruction of [Chiyao] is still top secret, and it is only Guan Tianhai's independent support. Even in the Southern Theater of Operations, it has never been made public.

But what? Although he is not a person of Chiyao, he is wearing a Chiyao uniform. More than 100 people, their hearts have long belonged to Chiyao!

"It's almost there. ”

Looking up at the top of the mountain, which was already less than a hundred feet, Guan Tianhai exhaled lightly and continued to move forward.

And beside him was the former captain of the Fly Special Operations Team, Chen Dong.

Chen Dong glanced at Guan Tianhai worriedly, and said hesitantly, "No. 1, are we really going to destroy the Iron Sword Gate this time?"

The voice was faint, even quieter than the sound of the march of more than a hundred people.

But when the sound fell, the more than 100 eyes behind the two of them all fell on Guan Tianhai.

The eyes were puzzled, and there was a trace of apprehension hidden.

As a person of Chiyao, he shouldn't be worried.

But at this moment, they were worried. Even if the creed of Chiyao is glory.

It is the glory of knowing that you will die, but you must also move forward.

Because, the gap is too big!

Since more than a month ago, after the nerds in the technical department finally opened up and researched several sets of Xuanpin ancient martial arts, their strength has skyrocketed.

Then, they even got the Quenching Pill with a mysterious origin, and went straight to the day after tomorrow!

Up to now, many of them have been approaching a double bottleneck. Even the strongest Chen Dong is about to step into the triple of the day after tomorrow.

To put it bluntly, their overall combat strength of Chi Yao's quasi-reserve force is only stronger than that of Chi Yao.

But so what?

What they are facing is the Iron Sword Gate! Among the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Sects, the Iron Sword Sect is not ranked low!

In the secret base, when they learned of this order, not to mention them, it was the big brother Chen Dong, who felt that Guan Tianhai was crazy.

But they came anyway.

Obedience is duty! They knew it, so they never questioned it.

And now, seeing that over the top of the mountain, the Iron Sword Gate comes into view, and life and death will be decided.

At this last moment, they just wanted to get an answer.

But Guan Tianhai, silent.

The footsteps do not stop, over the mountains, over the mountains, forward.

Chen Dong looked at his brothers, shook his head helplessly, waved his hand, and followed closely.

A hundred zhang distance, in the blink of an eye.

It's just that when he was about to step on the top of the mountain, Chen Dong was stunned.

As the future blade of the Southern Theater, even if the target is a huge force of hundreds of people, it needs to be attacked and killed.

To attack and kill is to hide and raid.

But at this time, Guan Tianhai was standing at the highest place on the top of the mountain, not looking for cover, not looking for a hiding place, and he didn't move.

The old body was exposed to the opposite side of the mountain peak.

In front of the entire Iron Sword Gate!

"Number One, how do you ......"

Chen Dong said, stepped forward, but when he inadvertently looked down the mountain, his voice stopped abruptly.

The whole person is stunned.

"Chen Dong, you should have always thought that this trip was a death sentence before, right? So, what now?"

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