Battlefield.

The dust cleared.

Finally, the scene was reflected.

Ye Wushuang stood proudly.

The young man in the robe has died out and has been completely obliterated.

He fell into the edge of the sword qi, his vitality dissipated, and he was killed, without the slightest strength to resist.

Clearly attained the Great Perfection of His Holiness.

But.

but easily defeated.

His eyes widened, and there was only endless unwillingness and despair.

This person is a generation of Tianjiao, blessed by several battle seals, and he is very extraordinary.

It should have been promising.

But now, he died in the hands of Ye Wushuang.

"Venerable realm, that's all."

Ye Wushuang shook his head.

There is some disappointment, such an enemy is not strong.

Can't get him to give it his all.

I hope that the half-step king can let him explode with all his might.

Use the ancient method of the strongest to face the battle.

Otherwise.

It was a disappointment.

But fortunately, the harvest is good.

Eight battle seals, plus this dark iron mountain.

For itself, it is a huge gain.

"Darkiron is almost enough."

Ye Wushuang whispered.

The battle marks on his eyebrows are also superimposed in an astonishing number.

It's almost twenty years old.

You know, he's only in the Void Realm, but he has so many battle marks.

"Develop the ancient method and bloom its mystery."

Ye Wushuang muttered to himself.

This is not far off.

It won't be long before he can unlock the power of the more subtle War Seal.

"Not bad."

"It's worth it."

"I'm also worried that the sects are unwilling to send peerless Tianjiao to arrive, it seems that they are too worried."

Ye Wushuang chuckled.

He collected the war seal, the black iron mountain.

Then, his eyes moved, and he was about to leave.

Not far away.

Several postures have arrived.

They flew over, extremely fast, sensing the movement of the place, and approaching here.

Airplanes!

That's nearly six geniuses.

There are strong people comparable to young people in robes.

"Ye Wushuang?"

These people arrived and saw the scene in the field.

Their expressions were solemn.

Ye Wushuang here?

And a big war broke out, and won?

That's almost a half-step king battle!

Could Ye Wushuang be so powerful?

"No matter what."

"Found him."

"And."

"No one is getting the first step."

"Here you are, kill him."

Someone spoke ambitiously.

He took a direct step, and the breath of the same Venerable Great Perfection burst out.

This man is very direct.

To suppress Ye Wushuang, get the holy blood, etc.

Seeing this, the other people looked at each other and laughed as well.

"Hey."

Ye Wushuang sighed lightly.

"It seems that the battle is not over yet."

"There are always people who want to die."

His eyes flashed.

Sword light and edge burst out.

Since it's here.

Then stay.

All the people who stepped into the ruins, every one of them, came for him.

Anything can be killed.

And, it just fits Ye Wushuang's thoughts.

No need to think about it.

Rumble!

This silent area has once again erupted into a big sensation.

Now.

Outside.

The strong of all sects stand side by side.

They are also waiting.

"But as long as a powerful Venerable Master comes forward, Ye Wushuang will die."

"It should be almost over."

"The end will be decided."

"A master of the Great Perfection level, it is enough to suppress him, it depends on him, who he meets first!"

"I hope he can meet the Tianjiao of my sect!"

The powerhouses of the major forces are whispering.

They were full of energy and confidence.

Thereinto.

A middle-aged Gu Sect powerhouse was even more proud.

I hope that my own Venerable Master can be the first to encounter Ye Wushuang.

Fight for the first time and kill it.

However.

At the moment when his voice fell.

The complexion of this middle-aged powerhouse changed.

"What's wrong?"

Beside him, many people noticed the change in his expression.

"You Zong Tianjiao, you won't really encounter it, right?"

"Success?"

The faces of the crowd were solemn.

Look at this person, there is hostility emanating.

If it is really successful, they will notify their disciples and directly take action to intercept and kill the heirs of this ancient sect.

Can't let him get it so easily.

Hear the words of the people.

The middle-aged man's face was a little ugly.

His face turned pale.

In my eyes, the light of the forest is surging.

"Dead!"

"I, Zong Tianjiao, are dead!"

The mighty man gritted his teeth.

The tone is not good.

His Holiness is in great perfection, his qualifications are extraordinary, and he has several battle marks.

Such a character.

In any Taoist system, it can be regarded as top-notch.

If he doesn't die, he will definitely become a giant of the sect in the future.

But now, it's gone!

"Haha!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

Many strong people have relaxed.

"Life and death are normal."

"The ruins are dangerous, it's normal."

"Although you are miserable, this is indeed too normal, it can only be said that you are unlucky."

The crowd comforted.

The middle-aged man looked even more ugly.

This group of people is clearly very happy.

But.

The voices of the crowd had just come out.

The faces of several of them also changed.

Their smiles stiffened.

"What's wrong with you?"

Someone asked.

Indissoluble.

"A few words of comfort are fine, there's no need to make an empathetic appearance, right?"

"It's over."

"It's too hypocritical."

"It's not good."

Someone muttered quietly.

Let them converge a little.

After all, they are all peerless Dao powerhouses, don't gloat too much.

Quite a few people also think.

These people are excessive.

The performance is too clumsy, and you have to empathize with it.

"Performance?"

In the crowd, many people's faces were gloomy.

It's hard to see the extreme.

"I, Zong Tianjiao, are also dead!"

"What am I performing?"

Someone was furious.

His expression was extremely cold, his fists clenched, and he trembled with anger.

The same is true for the rest.

I was depressed.

Losing genius, the blow is too big.

That is the future of the sect.

Any one of them has spent a lot of energy and resources to cultivate.

That's it.

It's heart-wrenching.

"It turns out that your disciple has also fallen?"

"Huh."

The strong man from before smiled.

All of a sudden, I felt a lot more balanced in my heart.

The faces of these men were gloomy.

Poor eyesight.

All around, everyone looked strangely.

They glanced at the men and wanted to laugh, but they forcibly held back.

"Life and death, it's normal."

"Don't think about it too much, perhaps, this time the ruins are opened, and the crisis is even greater."

"Hey."

"After all, it's a peerless warrior, it's a pity."

Many people spoke out and comforted.

The crowd was silent.

But.

This group of people is also happy for a long time.

Their faces also turned blue.

"What's wrong with you?"

The previous few people couldn't help but look at it and asked in a calm tone.

Everyone's eyes were a little red.

looked at Yang Wushu coldly.

"See what I'm doing?"

Yang Wushu sneered.

"It's a dime to do with me."

"Your people were beheaded by Ye Wushuang, can I stop it?"

"I didn't applaud, I've already given you a lot of face!"