One person, wiped out the Shura of the entire battlefield.

This is simply impossible for others, even if they have seen the power of the Manifestation Realm, it is absolutely impossible to do it.

But Ye Nanshan did all this, as if he hadn't wasted any effort, like he had done a trivial thing, and the wind was light.

This is the majesty of the saints!

Escaped a handful of high-level Shura, Ye Nanshan didn't care, if he wanted to kill, just now those Shura, none of them could leave, but, for Ye Nanshan, those Shura are just two or three kittens, not worth mentioning, in addition, it is good to leave two live mouths to report a message.

"Sect Leader, teachers, the injury is fine. Ye Nanshan's figure suddenly appeared from the battlefield to the side of the ancient master sect and others in the city.

"No hindrance, no hindrance!" Gu Zhangjiao looked at Ye Nanshan, his eyes were still full of excitement, "Okay, okay! Nanshan, you really didn't disappoint me!"

Ye Nanshan smiled slightly, then looked around at the people in the Tianshu Academy around the Gu Zhangjiao, and asked, "Is my master not here?"

"Xiao Yu is in the Leopard Army's defense line..."Gu Zhangjiao said, suddenly realizing something, and hurriedly said, "Nanshan, what are you cultivating now?" Go and support Xiao Yu, she is dragging a demi-saint!"

Ye Nanshan was stunned, and hurriedly asked, "What is the master's cultivation now?"

"The Great Perfection of Manifestation has not yet reached the half-saint. Gu Zhangjiao said.

Ye Nanshan frowned, his cultivation had come all the way, and he understood how big the difference was between the Manifestation Saint and the Half-Saint, Murong Jianyu was a Manifestation Saint and a Half-Saint, and Ye Nanshan couldn't help but worry in his heart.

Closing his eyes slightly, Ye Nanshan's divine sense opened widely, sensing where Murong Jianyu's aura was.

After two seconds, Ye Nanshan opened his eyes and said, "Zhangjiao, I'll take a step first." ”

After that, Ye Nanshan stepped into the air, and when he left, Ye Nanshan's voice came from the void again: "There are two Shura miscellaneous over there, I don't have time to kill you now, get out of the labor!"

In the mountains not far from the Tiger Army's defense line, the old sect master of the Ming Spiegel Sect has almost reached the end of the strong crossbow, he fought against two Shura Manifestations alone, and it is already a miracle that he can survive until this time, and now, he has no strength to fight anymore, lying on the ground, ready to bear the final blow of the Shura Manifestation.

However, one of the two Shura Manifestations raised his sword high, and suddenly heard Ye Nanshan's words, this last knife, he didn't dare to cut it, and he immediately pulled out and fled, not daring to hesitate for half a minute.

They knew the power of the saints better than anyone else.

......

Leopard Army Line.

Murong Jianyu was also bitter at this time.

She used the cultivation of the manifestation to fight against the demi-saint, shattered several mountain ranges, and was stunned that she had never suffered any losses, which showed the horror of her combat power, but the gap in the realm was the gap, there was no reason at all, and until now, Murong Jianyu has been a little unable to support it.

The sword-wielding tiger's mouth had already cracked, and the qi on his body was disordered, and his cloak was scattered, and he was very embarrassed.

"Here comes the sword!"

Murong Jianyu snorted lightly, condensed his sword with qi, and used the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect, and a rain of swords shot towards the Shura Half-Saint.

"How many more times do you have to use such a carving insect technique?" The Shura Half-Saint Hao didn't care, and easily dissolved Murong Jianyu's sword rain.

"Sword again!" Murong Jianyu condensed another wave of sword rain, and his spirit was even more sluggish.

In the same vein, the move that Ye Nanshan used before was the same as that of Murong Jianyu, the only difference was that Murong Jianyu was in the Manifestation Realm, no, she was able to use the move of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect a long time ago.

And Ye Nan Mountain, it is until the peak of the half-saint and one foot steps into the saint realm, this trick can be used.

This is also the reason why, even though Ye Nanshan has entered the sainthood, he still admires Murong Jianyu's swordsmanship.

When it comes to his own cultivation, Ye Nanshan has indeed surpassed Murong Jianyu, but if he talks about kendo alone, Ye Nanshan feels that he is far inferior to Murong Jianyu, and even, he will never be able to compare.

After all. Murong Jianyu is the sword itself.

No matter how well she understands kendo, can she understand herself better than the sword?

The two waves of sword feathers are all effective, in fact, Murong Jianyu didn't think it would work, the other party is a half-saint, Rao is Murong Jianyu is arrogant, and he also knows that he can't kill it easily, since she can't cut it, then what she has to do at this time is to drag this half-saint, the longer the better.

The demi-saint seemed to have lost some patience, snorted coldly, and in an instant, he passed through Murong Jianyu's attack and attacked Murong Jianyu in his hand.

Murong Jianyu was already in a bad state at this time, and in the face of the fierce attack of the Shura Demi-Saint, he was forced to retreat again and again.

"Tut-tut, what a mess. A voice came from behind Murong Jianyu.

Immediately, Murong Jianyu was stunned, and he was stunned in the battle.

This is a terrible thing, that half-saint Shura, ** smashed down on Murong Jianyu's head, Murong Jianyu didn't react to resist, if this round was smashed, Murong Jianyu was afraid that he would have to die on the spot.

"When. ”

A jade-white long sword that suddenly appeared blocked this blow for Murong Jian Yu.

Murong Jianyu looked at the long sword in front of him and muttered, "Dragon Teeth..."

Immediately, Murong Jianyu hurriedly turned around, as if he didn't care that there was a demi-saint behind her who was going to take her life.

"I'll go. Ye Nanshan stood not far from Murong Jianyu, while controlling the dragon's teeth in the air to resist the attack of the half-saint, he said to Murong Jianyu speechlessly, "Sister Master, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and I found that you are getting more and more biao."

Forget about being distracted in battle, what does it mean that you turn around and turn around? Do you think your life is too hard, or do you think that people can't kill you?"

Murong Jianyu didn't speak, just looked at Ye Nanshan and grinned.

"What are you doing stupidly?" Ye Nanshan said, "He is your opponent, he bullied you so badly, hurry up and beat him, don't coward, apprentice, I will support you!"

Ye Nanshan said this quite shyly.

Once upon a time, it was Murong Jianyu who supported him, who would have thought that one day he would be able to take turns in feng shui, and he had to say that he would support Murong Jianyu.

Murong Jianyu still smirked and didn't speak, patronizing to look at Ye Nanshan.

Seeing this, Ye Nanshan said a little helplessly, "You have to do it, if you don't want to do it, forget it, your old man is resting, apprentice, I will beat him for you, you can watch from the side." ”

After that, Ye Nanshan raised his hand and shook it in the void.

"Lock phoenix claws. ”

At the end of the day, the Shura demi-saint was shocked, and he was drenched in cold sweat, he found that he had been imprisoned at the moment, and he couldn't even mobilize his cultivation, and he couldn't speak.

He is a half-saint, Ye Nanshan restrained him so easily, so that he did not have the slightest power to resist, and his cultivation can be imagined.

Faced with an emperor, the Shura half-saint was full of despair.

"Smack. The dragon's tooth sword body slammed into the half-saint's face.

"You dare to bully my master!" Ye Nanshan said fiercely, "I can't kill you today." ”

"Smack!" The dragon tooth sword slammed into the other side of the half-saint's face again.

At the end of the day, the Shura demi-saint cried, really cried, because he already had a premonition that as a demi-saint, he would die in what kind of humiliating way today.