Previously, at the Yuanling Martial Arts Conference, Ye Haoxuan slapped the great grandmaster Pan Keheng to death with one palm, but only a few martial arts people in Xiangchu Province knew that people in other places didn't believe that someone broke through to the grandmaster realm before the age of twenty, and killed Pan Keheng, who had stood in the grandmaster realm for many years, with one blow.

So this time, people in the Chinese martial arts world heard the wind and rushed to watch the battle of the Four Saints, one is to see the demeanor of the Four Saints, and the other is to see with their own eyes this young grandmaster who was blown into the sky by the people of Xiangchu Martial Arts.

For a while, the martial arts people present were constantly discussing who would win this time.

"The Four Saints have been famous for a long time, and the four of them are all powerhouses at the peak of the Martial Arts King, and the results of this battle are already obvious. ”

"No matter how strong Ye Haoxuan is, he is only a grandmaster, and he is two big realms behind in the realm!"

"This Ye Haoxuan is not even a martial saint, how can he withstand the attack of the four martial arts kings!"

"Hehe, not necessarily, didn't you see the scene where our Mr. Ye killed Pan Keheng... Maybe our Mr. Ye is also a martial arts king?"

"Hehe, even if he is a martial arts king, he can't withstand the attack of the four martial arts kings, you Xiangchu Province blows this Ye Haoxuan so awesomely, don't slap yourself in the face when the time comes!" someone sneered.

At this moment, a figure flew directly into the air, as if a big bird flew directly from the sky and came to the sky above Liuye Lake.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the sword unsheathed sounded, and Zao Wou-Ki took the lead in mid-air, his eyes swept around, standing in mid-air with a sword, wearing a white robe and long hair kept dancing in the air, like a flying immortal outside the sky, and shouted with murderous intent in his tone: "Junior, the old man is here, you can't come to die!"

As he spoke, the momentum of Zhao Wuji's body began to rise, and when he spit out the last dead word, the momentum of his whole body had swelled to the extreme, and the momentum of the martial arts king suddenly pressed the chests of tens of thousands of people present.

The closer the audience got to him, the more clearly they could feel the coercive momentum from him, they only felt that Zao Wou-Ki standing in mid-air, the legendary martial arts king known as the "Wuji Sword Saint", could no longer be described as human, but a fierce beast that chose people to devour.

"Damn!

"The true qi in my body has become disordered. There was an internal strength martial artist who was very close to Zhao Wou-Ki who was squeezed by Zhao Wouji's momentum, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and exclaimed.

The faces of the warriors present changed, and their moods were solemn to the extreme.

It was Ye Haoxuan, who didn't have the slightest reaction to Zhao Wouji's momentum, he raised his head and glanced at Zhao Wouji who was standing in the air, and slowly said, "Since you are so anxious to be reincarnated, then I will give you a ride!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Haoxuan stood on tiptoe, stepped directly into the sky, and stood in the air at the same level as Zao Wou-Ki and confronted Zao Wou-ki.

Like Ye Haoxuan, who can walk in the void without slowness or hurry, as if flying through the air, is definitely not something that a small martial arts master can do, even a martial saint can do it.

Only a martial artist like Zao Wou-Ki who has stepped into the realm of a martial arts king can do it with his powerful true qi.

Seeing this, Zhao Wouji's face sank slightly, and he said in his heart, this son's strength should not be underestimated.

However, Zao Wou-Ki was still confident that he could easily kill Ye Haoxuan.

The next moment.

Zao Wou-Ki made a move.

"Boom!"

I saw Zhao Wuji swing a sword towards Ye Haoxuan, and when the sword light shone, it instantly turned into a blood-red sword qi and rushed straight towards Ye Haoxuan.

"Damn! Is this a true vapor form?"

"It's so infuriating..."

Seeing this scene, the warriors on the ground couldn't help but stand up and exclaimed.

Seeing that the fierce sword qi was about to tear Ye Haoxuan in half, Ye Haoxuan looked indifferent towards the sword qi coming from the horizontal machine, and pointed out.

"Bang!"

A loud sound of energy colliding sounded in midair.

"Hehe, it's good to be able to take my three successful blows. ”

"It's worth letting me kill you with my own hands!" Zao Wou-Ki said coldly.

"Junior, you are indeed good, but you should never have killed my beloved disciple!"

"You simply deserve to die! I want you to pay for my beloved disciple!" Zao Wou-ki's voice was extremely cold, and the domineering aura of self-esteem in his tone was vividly expressed.

"Dare to ask me what crime I have committed?" Ye Haoxuan looked at Zao Wou-Ki with some amusement, as if he was looking at a clown.

"Hehe, I said that you deserve death for your sin, you deserve death for your sin!" Zao Wou-Ki said coldly.

"I advise you to speak well! Maybe I'll consider keeping you a whole corpse later, and I won't let you die without a corpse like that apprentice of yours!" Ye Haoxuan said sarcastically.

"Arrogant, I want your life today!" Zhao Wuji was enraged and slapped a palm directly at Ye Haoxuan.

Golden True Qi gushed out from Zhao Wuji's palm, and then turned into a golden True Qi dragon, and the dragon roared in a burst, with an unrivaled might, and slaughtered towards Ye Haoxuan.

"Oh my God, it's actually the legendary Fu Long Palm! This is a world-famous palm technique that has been lost in the martial arts world, I can't imagine that this set of palm techniques actually fell into the hands of Zao Wou-ki!"

As soon as he saw this set of palm techniques, the martial artists who knew about Fu Long's palm on the ground were shocked.

"Sure enough, it's Fu Longzhang, this young man is dead!" someone immediately chimed in.

"Hehe, Fu Long, I think it's almost a worm!"

"Okay, let you see the real Fu Long Palm!" Ye Haoxuan looked at the True Qi Jiaolong that was attacking him, chuckled and shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.

In the fairy world, there is also a set of palm techniques that are specially used to restrain the true dragon clan.

As soon as the dragon palm of the fairy world comes out, even the real dragon has to dodge!

What's more, it was Zao Wou-Ki who was transformed into a dragon that was not even a dragon!

While speaking, Ye Haoxuan also waved out a palm, only to see that there was a faint flow of yin and yang in his palm.

"Aang!"

A breathtaking dragon roar came out, and immediately after, a giant true dragon dozens of times larger than Zao Wouji's True Qi Jiaolong appeared in front of Ye Haoxuan's palm, this true dragon was lifelike, much more condensed and more real than the Jiaolong evolved by Zao Wouji's True Qi.

At a glance from the ground, Zao Wou-ki's dragon was really like a small insect the size of an earthworm compared to Ye Haoxuan's dragon.

"Ang~"

Ye Haoxuan used the aura to conjure up the real dragon, opened his bloody mouth, and pounced directly on Zhao Wouji's dragon, and in an instant, he swallowed the dragon that Zhao Wouji had transformed, and then pounced directly towards Zhao Wouji.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji secretly screamed in his heart, knowing that Ye Haoxuan's strength was strong, and he might be the same as him in cultivation, and he was a martial arts king, so he didn't dare to despise it anymore.

Looking at the dragon that swooped down on him, he had to use ten forces this time to give it his all.

"Heaven and earth have extremes, and swords are infinite!" As he spoke, Zao Wou-Ki continued to swing dazzling swordsmanship in the void.

"Kill!" Zhao Wouji swung out with a fierce sword, directly using the kendo kung fu he was good at.