"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the two elders fell to the ground in no particular order!

"Poof!"

The two of them were directly seriously injured, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of blood, their spirits were sluggish, and their faces were full of horror and disbelief!

It's too strong!

It's a power they can't imagine!

They couldn't believe it at all, with only one realm apart, how could Luo Qiansha be so powerful!

At this moment, the two of them had no doubt that even Feng Yuan, who had built the eighth layer of the foundation, would definitely not be as powerful as Luo Qiansha!

If these two elders were just frightened, then at this moment, the thousands of disciples of the Yuanyang Sword Sect here had only one emotion in their hearts, and that was fear!

Fear is intense to the extreme!

The coercion emanating from Yang Yifan's body was so strong that they couldn't even have any resistance at all, so strong that just the momentum was about to crush some lowly monks to death!

"Yuanyang Sword Technique!"

In a frightened gaze, Feng Yuan finally couldn't stand it anymore, he knew that if he didn't make a move, this matter would be completely out of his control!

Swish!

A majestic sword light flickered from Feng Yuan's hand, like sunlight, emitting a dazzling light, and in the next moment, Feng Yuan's figure flashed, and he rushed towards Yang Yifan frantically!

"I don't believe it, I can't kill you!"

Feng Yuan's eyes were full of resentment, ruthlessness, and madness!

His sword is his stunt to press the bottom of the box, in the past, he has killed countless monks with this move, and several monks who have been defeated by his sword even for the eighth layer of the foundation, and Yang Yifan's cultivation is only in the seventh layer of the foundation, Feng Yuan does not believe that Yang Yifan can take this sword!

Swish!

The sword light was like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Yifan!

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

Seeing this scene, almost all the monks of the Yuanyang Sword Sect showed extremely excited expressions on their faces, their faces were ecstatic, and they roared wildly in their hearts!

Everyone is looking forward to Yang Yifan's death!

Yang Yifan is immortal, and the hatred in their hearts is hard to get rid of!

"Ridiculous!"

Suddenly, just when Feng Yuan's sword was only three inches away from Yang Yifan's head, Yang Yifan suddenly grinned!

He laughs wickedly, laughs freely, and laughs unruly!

"You have the Yuanyang Sword, coincidentally, I also have a sword!"

A faint voice sounded, instantly echoing from the entire space, at the same time, no one saw clearly, a cold light instantly appeared in Yang Yifan's hand, and in the next second, this cold light waved decisively!

Like a galaxy slashing down, and like a lightning bolt connecting heaven and earth, the moment this light appeared, Feng Yuan's original powerful and incomparable sword was eclipsed!

"Boom!!"

A loud noise sounded, and Feng Yuan's complexion changed suddenly!

Countless violent aura fluctuations were like monstrous waves on the surface of the sea, surging wildly in all directions!

"Ahhhh

In an instant, those Yuanyang Sword Sect monks who were suppressed by Yang Yifan's momentum and couldn't move at all were impacted by this true qi, and let out one terrible scream after another, and they were directly wiped out by the impact!

Aghast!

Shocking!

Sensing the terrifying power emanating from Yang Yifan's sword slash, all the monks of the Yuanyang Sword Sect, as long as they were conscious, there were only two emotions left in their hearts, horror and fear!

It's too strong!

It's so strong!

At this moment, there was no second word in their minds, only three words echoed, that is, it was too strong!

"Break your hands and feet!"

At this moment, when everyone had not come back to their senses, Yang Yifan's voice suddenly sounded!

In the next second, Feng Yuan was shocked to find that Yang Yifan had appeared in front of him!

"Don't!!" Feng Yuan's complexion changed wildly, his scalp was numb, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat!

But how could his speed be comparable to Yang Yifan, just a second before he made a move, the Soul Imperial Sword in Yang Yifan's hand had already been cut off!

"Huh!"

An incomparably subtle voice sounded, and Feng Yuan's face changed.

But in the next second, he suddenly realized that he didn't have anything, and he had already retreated!

"Hahahaha!" Feng Yuan immediately laughed wildly: "I thought you were strong, it turned out to be ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his arms.

At the same time, all the disciples of the Yuanyang Sword Sect below were staring at Feng Yuan with ghost-like expressions, their faces full of horror!

"Master, your arm!"

Arm? What arm?!

Feng Yuan was stunned, and the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of where he was standing before.

At this glance, there were two arms that were falling rapidly in mid-air, and these two arms were extremely familiar!

"This ......"

Feng Yuan was stunned, he hurriedly looked at his arm, and this glance made his face change wildly!

"Ahhh My arm! My arm!! ”

A heart-rending roar shouted out from Feng Yuan's mouth, if it was normal times, he couldn't bear the pain of a broken arm, but at this time, it was too weird, this weirdness directly broke his psychological defense!

At this moment, Yang Yifan's voice that sounded as if it sounded from hell came out again: "Don't worry, next, there are still two legs!" ”

Swish!

At the same time as this voice fell, Yang Yifan's figure moved again!

His whole person appeared behind Feng Yuan like a raging wind, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, two blood flowers flashed!

"Flutter! Flutter! ”

Feng Yuan's two legs fell in response!

As a monk, although he is an eighth-layer foundation building monk, Feng Yuan's physical strength cannot be compared with Yang Yifan at all, and in front of the Imperial Soul Divine Sword, it can be said that he is weak and pitiful!

"Shhh

But despite this, seeing this scene, the surviving monks below still gasped, and the horror in their eyes was almost condensed into substance!

That's the boss!

The head of their Yuanyang Sword Sect!

At this moment, he is like a child, without any ability to resist, and his hands and legs are broken!

"First sword!"

At this moment, Yang Yifan's voice rang out!

No one saw how he moved, only a flash of cold light, and in the next second, Feng Yuan, who was falling down in the sky, let out an extremely high scream, and a wound as thin as a cicada's wings appeared on his body!

"Second sword!"

Ignoring Feng Yuan's screams, Yang Yifan's voice sounded one after another like a warning from the Grim Reaper!

Every time a voice falls, a brilliant sword light flashes out!

"Boom!"

"The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword!"

“……”

For a while, there seemed to be Yang Yifan's cold voice and Feng Yuan's miserable screams between heaven and earth!

As time passed, a heartfelt fear appeared on the faces of all the disciples of the Yuanyang Sword Sect!

At this moment, in their hearts, Yang Yifan is simply not human!

It's the devil!

The devil from hell!

(End of chapter)