The 200,000 armor under Kunlun Mountain raised their heads, and the folding fan in the hand of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the top of Kunlun Mountain snapped and broke, not because he was attacked by the remaining momentum, but because he was too ruthless in his hand, he invalidated the fan worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

The Holy Heavenly Emperor squinted, his expression was calm, but he was thinking about something in his heart, and the extremely general beside him was completely stunned, the light had not yet dispersed, but listening to the conversation between the Holy Heavenly Emperor and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince before, he knew that Yang Sheng had failed.

Xuanzun Realm was defeated under Chen Changxiao's sword, and everyone could barely think that Chen Changxiao had the strength to challenge the level and it was not difficult to do, but even the Emperor Infant Realm, the continent's cultivation demigod body, had also beaten a twenty-year-old Holy Sect Realm?

They couldn't believe it, but when the light dissipated and the ghost fire disappeared, they could only believe it.

At an altitude of more than 2,000 meters, Yang Sheng's body stiffened, his right hand stretched out, and there was a finger distance from the three-pointed two-edged spear, but it seemed that he could never hold it, not that he couldn't hold it, but that the Cangling Sword was close to his neck at the moment.

The previous sword, so fast that it was impossible to see a figure, a piercing light slashed across the palm, the spiritual power in the hand dissipated, and the enchantment retracted by the Heavenly Thunder Spear was shattered when it was half withdrawn, and the sword marks in the palm of the hand had not yet flowed blood, and Chen Changxiao's had already been wiped on his neck.

The Cangling Sword is a nine-grade ancient artifact, and if it dares to say that it is the second in the world, no one dares to call it the first. As long as Yang Sheng dares to move, he can be killed at any time.

Gu Ye exhaled a deep breath, took two steps back and leaned against the tree, and said in his heart that this kid was really dead.

Chen Changxiao looked at the flesh and blood wound on his right arm with his peripheral vision, and faintly, he could see the white bones inside, that is, a piece of flesh that had been ground off the bones!

If Chen Changxiao listened to Gu Ye, he would not have this injury, and he would be able to break this gun town, but then Chen Changxiao would not have the opportunity to kill Yangsheng like now. Dodge to the side three inches and five inches, the distance between life and death.

The battle of the peak powerhouse, grasp every step, every action, the distance of the sword, the action and the speed of the move, are all factors that can determine the victory or defeat.

Chen Changxiao's distance to dodge the tenth shot was two inches shorter than Gu Ye said, which meant that he had a shorter sword distance and a shorter move

In the world, as long as the blade of the sword cuts through his palm, the next place is the neck!

To do this, for the current Chen Changxiao, it must be fast enough, short enough, and sharp enough!

However, the price of doing so is that there is no distance between him and the spear! As for the extent to which the spiritual power on the spear will injure Chen Changxiao, he himself does not know, it can be a minor injury, a serious injury, or a direct death.

At that moment, Chen Changxiao subconsciously closed his eyes, and the people he had seen in his life came to his mind, and he risked the mentality that he would die.

However, a sword slid by, and there was no injury except for a piece of flesh on his arm, and he was happy in his heart, this injury was already the best result.

He seemed to forget the pain, and replied to Master's words in his heart: "Master, I have succeeded. ”

Gu Ye shook his head and smiled bitterly, and the god of luck finally favored him once. But thinking about it this way, the reason why Chen Changxiao was able to succeed was because of his strength, and the speed at which Yang Sheng couldn't even see the figure could be described as an earth-shattering crying ghost, and even Gu Ye, who was the master, had to admire a little.

At the head of Kunlun Mountain, the Holy Heavenly Emperor looked in front of him, as the strongest person in the continent, there was nothing in the world that shocked him, but now looking at Chen Changxiao, he was indeed shocked, and there was no doubt that ordinary people, his pupils retracted slightly, and the people who could make the peak powerhouse of the Emperor Infant Realm sweat in his hands couldn't even come down in person, but Chen Changxiao did it.

It's not because the Holy Heavenly Emperor can't see through his speed, but a Holy Sect Realm, he can have the strength to kill the Emperor Infant Realm with a sword, at the beginning he was sure that Yang Sheng would lose, but even if he lost, he only lost one move, and he could fight back later, and at this moment, Yang Sheng lost a defeat, as long as Chen Changxiao's sword blade was lightly swiped, it was a throat explosion, and there was no Yang Sheng in the world from now on!

"Chen Changxiao!"

The Holy Heavenly Emperor was majestic, and his momentum came from all directions, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Holy Heavenly Emperor?"

Chen Changxiao raised his eyebrows and replied, his tone was idle, as if the person in his mouth was just a neighbor passing by and greeting each other, not a generation of Heavenly Dynasty emperors.

"Bold rebel, in front of Your Majesty, you dare to be presumptuous!"

From one of the top 10 families

The general of the Ye family stepped forward, angry and majestic, Chen Changxiao didn't even look at him, and turned his head directly to look at the blade, General Ye Shang's face was red, and he wanted to jump out of the city to teach Chen Changxiao a lesson, but the Holy Heavenly Emperor stopped him with one hand.

"Why did the Holy Heavenly Emperor stop him, if he wanted Yang to live and die, he would come at will. ”

Chen Changxiao's lips were a little pale, after all, Yang Sheng was defeated, and the tenth shot hurt himself after all, and the strength of the Emperor Infant Realm flowed into the tendons and veins along the broken flesh and blood, although it would not cause internal injuries, but it would take some time to force it out, otherwise it would be bad to leave real internal injuries.

He was able to kill Yang Sheng with a sword but didn't kill him, not that he didn't dare, but he needed to leave him to buy some pranayama time for himself.

Yang Sheng couldn't move under the Cangling Sword, the three-pointed two-edged spear was shaken open by Chen Changxiao with spiritual power, and after the gun body turned into a graceful arc in the air, it slammed into the city wall, and the sand and gravel fell down without a trace.

"Chen Changxiao, how dare you kill this general, this general is the general of the Heavenly Dynasty, the elder of the ten major families of the Heavenly Dynasty, if you want your Qingmen and Chu family to survive safely, weigh it yourself!"

Yang Sheng's vest gave birth to a trace of coolness, he had lived for more than a hundred years, countless nights, he probably never dreamed that he would be killed by a Holy Sect Realm in his lifetime, and he was still a twenty-year-old hairy boy.

But now he can't help but believe it, his life of cultivation has not been easy to reach the emperor infant realm, the scenery of the world has not been enjoyed enough, but he has no way to escape, the sword is on the neck, if Chen Changxiao is just an ordinary Holy Sect realm, he can protect his body with spiritual power, and it is easy to escape by spreading his body, but it is a pity that Chen Changxiao's swordsmanship and speed, just in a few rounds of fighting, he can clearly feel that he does not dare to escape at all!

The Holy Heavenly Emperor sank the shock in his heart, only thinking that Yang Sheng would suffer some losses from Chen Changxiao, but he didn't expect that his life would fall directly into his hands.

The spiritual power in the hands of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gushed out, and the flames rose, burning the broken folding fan into ashes, disappearing with the wind, and then putting his hands behind his back, like a prince's demeanor, squinting his eyes and saying in a deep voice:

"Chen Changxiao, this prince persuades you to let him go. ”

Chen Changxiao smiled coldly and replied, "What if you don't let it go?"