The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring.

Murong Yue's kindness, Ye Wushuang has not forgotten.

He's leaving, though.

But in the same way, he is willing to take action to reduce some obstacles for Murong Yue.

"What?"

"A true intention later, scold us, not allowed to climb the mountain?"

"Laughed!"

"Is he looking for death?"

At the foot of the eighth mountain, everyone was in a sensation, and everyone's eyes became calm.

There are also many people in the other mountains who have come to see it.

It's not looking for death, what is it?

In the later stage of the true meaning, here, scold the heroes.

You must know that the people who are still impacting the mountains at this moment are all true intentions!

And he, however, is true to the late stage.

Moreover.

The most ridiculous thing is that Ye Wushuang was obviously expelled by the Eighth Mountain.

An expelled person.

So strong, like a joke!

"I can't help myself!"

"He's not just weak, he's stupid!"

The position of the ninth mountain, Xiao Rufeng snorted coldly.

When he saw such a scene, a touch of cruelty appeared on his face.

It seems that without his action, Ye Wushuang is also dead!

However.

Rumble!

The eighth mountain, the high mountain shakes.

Dozens of masters, the first to strike.

All kinds of true meanings, fighting for the clouds.

"Kill!" Someone roared and slaughtered directly.

On the top of the mountain.

Murong Yue's expression was solemn, and she wanted to move and help out.

"Don't go."

Chen Yun grabbed her.

"He could have left unharmed, but he had to find his own death."

"That's right, let him resist for a while, so that we can save a lot of physical strength."

His tone was cold with a sneer.

"That's right, he's a little useful!"

Hearing this, Murong Yue and Wu Tongtian all looked a little ugly.

But.

Don't wait for them to leave.

Airplanes!

Ye Wushuang made a move!

A sword!

His figure flashed, like a divine sword unsheathed.

Sharp bursts.

The long sword in his hand is not a divine blade, and it blooms with terrifying power.

Phew!

The sword light slashed.

The blood burst and splattered out.

The mountain is stained with blood.

A master of the great consummation of true intentions, his eyes are round.

His head was thrown straight out.

He's dead!

Just a blink of an eye, a sword, and a direct kill?

Many people were stunned!

However, this is just the beginning.

Burst!

Ye Wushuang stepped forward, his body was like a wind, and he disappeared into the crowd.

Everywhere he passed, the sword light bloomed, and it passed in an instant.

Puff puff!

In an instant, more than a dozen masters who attacked the mountains were directly killed.

It's all one sword.

No matter how true you are to the Great Perfection, your cultivation is powerful, all of them are one sword!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen masters fell together!

Halfway up the mountain, corpses piled up, and everyone was shocked.

"This!"

"What happened?"

"He was alone, walking alone with a sword, and in an instant, he killed more than a dozen masters of the Great Perfection?"

Many people were moved.

In the mountains in the distance, everyone also stared at each other, and their expressions changed.

How is this possible!

Isn't he really in the late stage? How can it be so powerful!

The hearts of countless people are rumbling and shaking.

"He's so strong?" Chen Yun was also moved, and his expression changed.

This moment.

He felt that the scene in front of him was like a dream!

When did a true late-stage martial artist who came out of a remote area become so powerful?

Fake, right?

He couldn't believe it!

"It seems that we underestimated him!"

Wu Tongtian also smacked his tongue.

This is Ye Wushuang, in front of them, the first time he has made a move.

However, it was too shocking!

"This guy is a bit weird!"

At the foot of the eighth mountain, many people stopped and looked at Ye Wushuang as if they were looking at a monster.

"Retreat."

"Don't fight it!"

Someone was scared and left directly.

On other hills, they still have hope to impact.

However, in the middle of a true intention, he gave up the opportunity to perceive and killed directly.

And in an instant, he killed more than a dozen masters of the Great Perfection.

Who isn't afraid?

Wasting time here, try to storm other areas!

"It's a monster!"

Many people whispered in their hearts.

Meantime.

There are also those who do not believe it.

"He's just one person, just now, he killed so much, it's just luck."

"I don't believe it, we are too numerous to suppress him!"

"Rush!"

One person snorted coldly.

Rumble!

Dozens of people again, set off again.

There were hundreds of people who could enter the Ancient Land of the Ten Kings.

Every mountain has gathered hundreds of geniuses!

They were not willing to leave.

Do your best.

It's just a true intention in the middle of the day, very strong, but it can't stop them!

"Kill!"

"Kill the true intentions, kill!"

Someone roared, and the true meaning phantom appeared, which was a bright and extinguished sword light.

To smash the sky, shatter the heavens and the earth!

Bang!

Great earthquake tremors.

All are giving it their all!

"Eight Desolations of Martial Arts!"

"Walk in the sky!"

All kinds of visions are intertwined, and dozens of people shoot in unison.

The powerful martial arts operate, some people step on the mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon.

Someone waved his fist and caused a sensation!

"Sword Warrior!" Murong Yue exclaimed!

Among them, there are real masters.

Although it was only the Great Perfection of True Intentions, she had a strong martial body and an aura that burst out, which made her feel tricky.

"It's fine."

Halfway up the mountain, Ye Wushuang stood proudly.

His eyes were calm, looking at the crowd.

"As I said, this mountain is not allowed to be climbed, but anyone who hits it. Die! ”

"It seems that you don't believe it!"

The voice is not loud, but it is extremely cold.

The moment the words fell.

Airplanes!

His body moved, his flesh shook, and his sword swept away, still simple and direct.

Kill!

He stepped out.

Rumble!

Like a meteor, it crashed into the crowd.

With a click, he punched out, facing the supreme fist print, and the opponent's martial body vibrate, it was very powerful, but it was useless.

Just a punch.

Burst!

The man vomited blood and flew straight upside down, with a hole in his chest!

The same is the true artistic conception.

He reached the late stage of True Intent, and even broke through the third layer of the sword body.

It's not a royal body, it's not a peerless genius.

Who's in contention?

It's a killing!

Phew!

The next moment, Ye Wushuang swung his sword, terrifying sword, and directly killed several people.

This shocked dozens of people.

There is simply no way to stop.

"Monster!"

"How could he be so strong!"

Wu Tongtian smacked his tongue, while Chen Yun was pale.

"Those people, are they so wasteful?"

On the ninth mountain, Xiao Rufeng was also moved.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't believe it, thinking that the person who was impacted was too weak!

Airplanes!

The sword light passed, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood.

Finally.

Everyone stopped, this eighth mountain, let them be discouraged.

Don't dare to move again.

There are even more people who turn around and leave directly.

Just kidding, this true meaning is like a killing god in the later stage.

Can't stop it at all!

Whoever comes is dead, what do you want to do on the Eighth Mountain?

Is this really an expelled person? He doesn't want to see too many people and has some thoughts about this mountain, so he goes down the mountain directly to deter one side, right?

That's what the crowd thinks.

The eighth mountain of Nuoda, the crowd has dispersed!

Don't dare to stay here.

At the foot of the mountain, a person is independent, walking with a sword, and the pace is still not fast.

But this moment.

Everyone looked at him with a hint of awe.

"This mountain is guarded by me, if you want to attack, you can, better than me!"

Ye Wushuang said lightly.

This time, the crowd was silent, and no one questioned it anymore!

That one person and one sword, it's terrible!

"So which mountain to go to next?" Walking out of the eighth mountain, Ye Wushuang didn't look back, he scanned the four directions.

At this time.

"Sword Warrior!" In the ninth mountain, Xiao Rufeng's cold gaze projected over, and the killing intent still did not dissipate.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang smiled.

That's you!