The sword is out, the killing intent is vertical and horizontal, and the void is swaying.

Among the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the fourth-ranked genius Wei Jian, the demonic and terrifying genius Wei Jian, saw that there was only a mole ant from the Eastern Wilderness, who was only at the fifth level of Qi training, and he didn't even pay attention to him, and the terrifying aura on his body was cold.

"Good, good, good!"

In the eyes of many young generation powerhouses who had just arrived in the Hell, the ancient sword in his hand that was crystal clear and exuded strong rune fluctuations suddenly slashed towards Ye Luo's body.

"You're looking for death!"

The sword fell, and in the trajectory of the sword body falling, there was a faint terrifying, powerful, and seemingly annihilating sound of spring thunder, which suddenly sounded, and the coercion of the heavenly thunder burst out!

"This, this is the Aoki Xuanlei Sword? Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, ancient and mysterious, it is rumored that the ancient divine sword handed down from the ancient period, how could this sword be on his body? Could it be that Wei Jian has obtained the inheritance of this sword? Someone saw Wei Jian's move, and their eyes couldn't help but be shocked.

"Poof, dealing with a mere fifth-level Qi cultivator in the Eastern Wilderness, as for using such a powerful hole card?"

However, the people who had come in with Ye Luo before and had seen Ye Luo's actions from the major ancient academies and forces, at this moment, none of them had a look of contempt in their eyes, and they were all solemn.

A flash of anger flashed in Ye Luo's calm eyes.

Ye Luo's gaze, which was originally staring at the ** village chief, couldn't help but shrink fiercely, and the blood and qi surged into the tip of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, trembling silently.

Sword falls!

Ye Luo held the white banner with one hand, and with the other hand, he held the tip of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, and suddenly slashed down, and the tip of the sword directly hit the terrifying Aoki Xuanlei Ancient Sword.

"Hard-hitting?" There was a monk who couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw Ye Luo's powerful sword cut down directly.

"Heh, it's really a dirt bun, Aoki Xuanlei Divine Sword, can it be hard-hitting? Bite off more than one can chew! Another ancient and powerful monk who had just arrived flashed with a mockery in his eyes.

"Boom—"

The two swords collided without any fancy fancy, and the place where they collided, the cracks in the void suddenly appeared, the endless void around them swayed, the thunder exploded, and the sword qi of Fang Yuan was vertical and horizontal.

There was a violent white glow, which lit up like a star from the place where the two swords collided.

And in the next moment, Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the fifth-ranked peerless demon genius, and his entire body retreated quickly as if he had received some terrifying blow.

In his hand, a terrifying crack appeared on the body of the Aoki Xuanlei Sword that had been handed down from the Ancient Age!

When everyone saw this scene, their faces that were originally ridiculed, surprised, or contemptuous suddenly froze, and even those who had already seen Ye Luo's move before, their eyes couldn't help but shrink fiercely.

Defeat the sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion with one sword?

Is this the true strength of Ye Luo's all-out shot?

"Shake the thunder of the sky, lead it with a sword, lead it with a body, lead it to thunder, give me death!"

Quietly, he was slashed back by Ye Luo's sword in terror, his eyes were full of horror, he never thought that Ye Luo's strength would be so strong Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, arrogant, arrogant, powerful, and demonic Wei Jian, his eyes suddenly became a little crazy.

Among the younger generation, he had never seen someone who could cut him back with a sword so cleanly!

In so many eyes, as he has always been pampered, arrogant, and arrogant, he is used to him, and he can't accept this result at all!

Did he despise that sword just now?

He thought that just a fifth-level Qi cultivator would be enough to slash him with one sword, but he couldn't have imagined that it would be such a result!

He is the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the legendary saint realm, the eldest son of Wei Yi, how can he worship!

A touch of cruel madness flashed in his eyes, and the momentum on his body changed, and he directly used the most terrifying forbidden Dao technique except for him, which was almost impossible to access at his level!

Lead-in!

Between heaven and earth, terrifying and mysterious, the supreme Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder!

Boom Boom –

Above the sword, the space was suddenly suppressed, endless dark clouds condensed, and among the clouds, a terrifying thunder light that seemed to tear the sky burst out from the void!

Thunder came out, and the thunder light fell on the long sword in his hand.

His figure was replaced by an afterimage, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Ye Luo.

The sword in his hand carried the momentum of a heavenly thunder, his face turned red, and even, the corners of his mouth faintly revealed a touch of blood, and bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

"Boom—"

The sword falls, and the thunder shines!

Even, the thunder light in this moment surpassed the reincarnation altar that was awakening.

"Ye Luo, are you dead?"

"Isn't it too much to directly use the lightning channeling technique, Wei Jian? Perhaps, he can also use other powerful Dao techniques, that cultivator of the fifth level of Qi cultivation in the Eastern Wilderness, is it really so terrifying? ”

Heaven and earth shake!

However, at this time, in front of the reincarnation altar, the man who walked out of the coffin, as well as the village chief of **, didn't even seem to look back at the terrifying battle behind him.

The thunder recedes!

Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Wei Jian, his body was straight, and the sword in his hand was inserted in the soil.

Ye Luo turned around, was silent, and continued to walk towards the altar of reincarnation in the deep pit.

"Huh! Why didn't Wei Yi move? Someone looked at Wei Yi's straight body, which was powerful, terrifying, and supreme coercion.

"That young man from the Eastern Wilderness, didn't die?" In the thunderous light, no one could see what happened at that moment.

"Tick-"

Quietly, just when many people were puzzled, above Wei Jian's neck, there was a red blood dripping, and the blood stained the ground at his feet.

The next moment, a breeze blew, and Wei Jian's straight, powerful, terrifying body actually fell directly towards the back.

The head, separate from the body.

Around, instant silence!

Wanjian Pavilion, the eldest son of the saint-level old man Wei Yi, has always been arrogant and arrogant, because of his father's identity, many of the most powerful people in the younger generation, Wei Jian, who is unwilling to provoke at will, died?

Is it true?

Blood stained the land of hell red.

And Ye Luo, from beginning to end, didn't say a word, and many people didn't even see how Ye Luo killed Wei Jian.

"Flowers in the greenhouse." The Southern Xinjiang Emperor's eyes didn't seem to show much shock, and her gaze looked at Ye Luo's back again.

And Ye Luo's footsteps went faster.

After a few breaths, Ye Luo had already reached ten steps in front of the altar of reincarnation.

"The second rabbit is dead, this ancient altar was not built by the second temple Yama, it is you." Ye Luo stood in front of the ancient altar and suddenly said coldly, earth-shattering words!

(End of chapter)