"Ant-like, vulnerable, next-"

Ye Wushuang's expression was indifferent, and he looked at the crowd.

Quiet!

The surroundings were like dead silence, and the pins could be heard.

People's eyes widened, their mouths opened wide, and their jaws fell to the ground. This result was unexpected, including Dugu Qingyan, Mu Bingxin and Xia Qianyu, the three people who thought they knew Ye Wushuang best.

In their impression, in the impression of the world, Ye Wushuang mainly relied on his subordinates to start his business.

Ye Wushuang himself, his cultivation is not high, and his strength is not good.

Now, Ye Wushuang slashed Qian Yu with a sword and killed a third-order martial artist in seconds. Let everyone be shocked, is this still the Ye Wushuang who started from his subordinates?

"Gale Swordsmanship—"

Nanlong's face changed, and he stared at Ye Wushuang deadly.

He thought a lot, if Ye Wushuang didn't get this sword technique at a certain ruin, then there were only two possibilities. First, Ye Wushuang is a member of the Yulin Army.

Second, he is a descendant of the Han Dynasty.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to get a top-notch swordsmanship like the "Great Wind Sword Technique".

"Gale Swordsmanship, no wonder—"

The head of the Mu family glanced at Mu Bingxin, who was in shock, and knew in his heart that Ye Wushuang might be a secret son of the Yulin Army.

It's just that at a dangerous moment, I have to use the mastery of the Yulin Army.

"How is this possible?"

"It must be that Qian Yu underestimated the enemy and didn't use all his strength. ”

"Ye Wushuang just won by luck—"

"I never expected this result—"

People finally came to their senses, and many people couldn't help but rub their eyes, and this result was completely unexpected by them.

A sword!

Just a sword!

Qian Yu was killed, like a dream, like a myth.

At this time, someone thought of Ye Wushuang's attitude. Really, the third order was like an ant, and he was cut down with a sword.

Ye Wushuang is not frivolous, but really has strength. Even if Qian Yu is inferior to the enemy, he is also a third-order martial artist, from the strongest force in Wumeng, the Wumeng faction.

And just like that, it was killed.

"Waste—"

The Wumeng Sect Master snorted coldly.

He had high hopes for Qian Yu, and Qian Yu's cultivation far surpassed Ye Wushuang. What he hoped and expected was that Qian Yu would kill Ye Wushuang in seconds and increase the prestige of the Wumeng faction, so that he could suppress the City Lord's Mansion and let the Wumeng faction dominate.

As a result, Qian Yu was killed by Ye Wushuang in seconds.

The prestige of the Wumeng faction has been damaged, even if he kills Ye Wushuang next, it will not be easy for the family to become dominant.

"If you ruin the master's big thing, you will die more than innocent-" The Wumeng City Lord snorted coldly and asked someone to drag Qian Yu's body down and dispose of it.

"Next - is there no one in the Umun faction?"

Ye Wushuang's expression was calm, he looked in the direction of the Wumeng faction, and looked at the master of the Wumeng sect.

"Arrogance-I, Duan Langyu, the sixth son of Wumeng, came to kill you-"

Boom –

A young man holding the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife stepped into the ring and stared at Ye Wushuang coldly.

"Make a move, otherwise you won't have a chance-" Ye Wushuang said coldly.

"Looking for death—"

When Duan Langyu heard this, a wave of anger in his chest rushed to the Heavenly Gate, Ye Wushuang actually looked down on him so much.

"Slash—"

Boom –

Clicks–

Cracks appeared in the void, Duan Langyu's strength was very strong, he rotated the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, coupled with his burly and tall body, it was like the arrival of an ancient god of war.

Although Ye Wushuang is also slender, he is not burly, he belongs to the kind of person who is thin and slender, like a scholar.

Compared with the two, people believe that Duan Langyu will win.

"This time, Duan Langyu will not underestimate the enemy, Ye Wushuang will die-"

"Duan Langyu belongs to a strength-type talent, just like Guan Yu on TV, invincible——"

Many people praised it, and even thought that Duan Langyu was Xiao Guan Yu.

"The momentum is not bad, but that's all-" Ye Wushuang's expression was calm.

Hmmm-

The next moment, he rotated the ancient sword and slashed head-on.

"Toughness—it's too seedy, Ye Wushuang—"

"Kill yourself—"

"Stupid!"

People exclaimed, in the face of a power-type martial artist, in the face of a long weapon, Ye Wushuang held a short weapon, and in the absence of a three-dimensional vitality, he dared to fight hard with the Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

This is simply a moth to a fire, killing itself.

"Ye Wushuang is inflated, it's interesting, you can't live if you do your own evil-" Nan Long, the leader of the Tiannan Envoy Group, commented.

Even Ye Wushuang's parents and friends felt that Ye Wushuang was underestimated at this moment.

Just now, a sword slashed Qian Yu, which made Ye Wushuang proud.

"It's a bit of a risk—"

Dugu whispered.

When—

The Qinglong Glaive and the Ancient Sword collided together, and the imaginary scene did not happen.

Ye Wushuang's ancient sword blocked the Green Dragon Glaive Knife, but the Green Dragon Glaive didn't slash him.

Rub and rub –

Duan Langyu took more than a dozen steps back, staring at Ye Wushuang with a shocked face.

"How is it possible, I am the best at strength, and I use heavy long weapons. You haven't reached the third-order martial arts, you can't have a three-dimensional vitality, and you fought hard with me with a short weapon, and you actually blocked it——"

Ye Wushuang only took three steps back, blocking Duan Langyu's attack and gaining the upper hand.

This result stunned everyone.

"It's horrible—"

"Ye Wushuang's strength is too strong, however, although Duan Langyu did not underestimate the enemy, he should not have used all his strength. ”

People dropped their jaws in shock, but they still thought that Duan Langyu could kill Ye Wushuang.

The outcome of a round is nothing, and ultimately it depends on who wins. The cultivation of a third-order martial artist far exceeds that of a second-order martial artist, and its endurance and yuan strength are not comparable to that of a second-order martial artist.

How many times can Ye Wushuang fight hard, and the one who wins in the end must be Duan Langyu.

"I'm a third-order martial artist, see how many times you can fight with me?"

Duan Langyu naturally thought of this layer as well, sneered, and once again rotated the Green Dragon Glaive Knife, slashing down towards Ye Wushuang.

The sword was in the air, the wind was howling, and the terrifying killing intent and the fierce sword were crushed towards Ye Wushuang.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying—"

Ye Wushuang let out a loud shout and rotated the ancient sword.

Although he was only a second-order martial artist, at this moment, the wind and clouds were still changing color, the wind was howling, and the clouds were flying.

The world has changed because of him!

This is the Great Wind Sword Technique, the strongest sword technique of the Han Dynasty, which once defeated the strongest Xiongnu Empire in history. This is the king's swordsmanship, in the hands of Ye Wushuang, the king of the human palace, the heir of the human palace, and the new generation of human emperors.

Like a tiger with wings, like a tailor-made secret art.

"Extinguish—"

The wind and clouds and the ancient sword condensed into a huge momentum and slashed forward.

When—

The Qinglong Glaive was broken and flew out, and in an instant, the ancient sword killed Duan Langyu, and Duan Langyu didn't even have a chance to resist and dodge again.

"What? dead again—"

People feel their hearts twitching, and that's horrible.

Ye Wushuang is like a god, invincible.

"Next—"

Ye Wushuang glanced around, and finally stared coldly at the Wumeng Sect Master.

This time, the master of the Wumeng Gate did not let the people die again. The cultivation of the seventh son of Wumeng is not much different, the seventh son Qian Yu and the sixth son Duan Langyu were all killed by Ye Wushuang with a sword.

Even if the other five go up, most of them are not opponents.

"Isn't it?vast Wumeng, the younger generation, no one dares to fight with me, sad-" Ye Wushuang glanced around, looking at the world.