"Ye Chuyi, if it weren't for the fact that my Sword Palace heroes were still in retreat, how could I allow you to be arrogant here, I will fight with you!"

"I will also fight with you, if my senior brother is here, I will let you know what kind of heroes in the world are!"

Stimulated by Ye Chuyi's words, a group of Tianjiao gods in the Xianyang Sword Palace suddenly jumped to their feet, although most of them knew that they were invincible, they still jumped out one by one, and shouted at Ye Chuyi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ye Chuyi was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what he did to provoke this group of sword-wielding youths, but Ye Chuyi also knew the priorities of the matter.

"Senior Yan, what do you see here?"

"It's just a few dozen mounts, my Sword Palace can afford to lose, and the things in the Imperial Beast Prison are whatever you want, you can leave!"

Yan Beigui glanced at the group of disciples behind him, with a wry smile on his face, with Yan Beigui's strength, he could naturally see that a group of disciples under his sect were not a grade of character at all compared to Ye Chuyi.

Most of these so-called Tianjiao Divine Sons are famous names touted by their own sects, and few people have really experienced the experience of the world, at best, in terms of mental strength, they are comparable to the half-step Divine Sons such as You Thirteen and Wei Zheng that Ye Chuyi once met.

Even in a sense, these so-called Tianjiao Divine Sons, even You Thirteen and Wei Zheng, may not be able to compare, at least, whether it is Wei Zheng or You Thirteen, they are really ruthless characters who have experienced life and death fighting, and this group of so-called Tianjiao Divine Sons is just a contest in the door, and they are more than one cut behind in terms of ruthlessness and ferocity.

"That's good, the juniors thank the Yan seniors for their generous gifts, and I will leave!"

Ye Chuyi didn't pay attention to the group of Tianjiao Divine Sons who were becoming more and more powerful, and bowed his hand slightly towards Yan Beigui, and with a flick of his cloak, dozens of people from the Thunder God Temple behind him straddled the gods and beasts, and left from the gate of the Imperial Beast Prison in a mighty manner.

"Ye Chuyi, you just ran away with your tail between your legs, don't you want to wait for a battle with me?"

"Come on, come on, I'll let you have one hand, Ye Chuyi, don't run if you have a kind!"

Ye Chuyi and the others left one after another, and at this time, a group of hairy young people behind Yan Beigui shouted more and more arrogantly.

These are all a group of extremely talented Sword Sect disciples, and in their respective sects before, they were all pampered like baby bumps, otherwise, the Hundred Holy Lands gathered in the Xianqin Imperial Palace, and it would not be the turn of this group of young people to come.

But it is precisely because this group of young people is extremely talented and is a baby bump among all sects, so this group of young people has not really experienced the baptism of wind and rain.

"Stomp, stomp!"

The golden lion beast was running like lightning on the ground, and just when the group of so-called Tianjiao Divine Sons under the gate of the Sword Palace were becoming more and more arrogant, Ye Chuyi was like a golden lightning, making a big circle from a distance, and returned to the place in front of everyone in the Xianyang Sword Palace again.

"Senior Yan, without wind and rain, there is no rainbow, today, I, Ye Chuyi, make a whetstone for Xianyang Sword Palace, how about it?"

Ye Chu stopped as soon as he reined in his horse, flicked the big red cloak behind him with one hand, and glanced majestically towards a group of so-called Tianjiao gods of the Xianyang Sword Palace, and then said towards Yan Beigui.

"So, there is a lot of work!"

Yan Beigui watched Ye Chuyi go and return, he was old and refined, and he could naturally see that Ye Chuyi had no real killing intent, it was just an emotion that could not be vented in anger.

Moreover, this group of so-called Tianjiao Divine Sons in the Xianyang Sword Palace has a very poor temperament, and today's performance is really a headache for Yan Beigui, after hearing Ye Chuyi's proposal, he smiled bitterly for a moment, and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Hey, why don't you shout? insult people in front of you, Fang shows the true colors of heroes, I'm Ye Chuyi again, who wants to fight a certain battle?"

Ye Chu stepped on his horse, with a majestic aura of looking at the world, and his eyes were like electricity, sweeping over a group of so-called gods of the Xianyang Sword Palace.

"A bunch of garbage, if you don't come, then I'll go!"

Ye Chu looked at everyone with almost no merciless disdain, and casually shook out a wooden spear, urging the golden lion beast under the seat, and rushed into a group of so-called Tianjiao gods like a golden flame.

The gun picks in all directions, and the cloak shakes.

Ye Chuyi was angry in his heart, not murderous anger, but he couldn't stand the anger of a group of garbage and mocking birds, and rushed into the crowd at this time, holding a wooden gun to show mercy, but he didn't spare his hand at all.

A set of Yang family marksmanship is an invincible battle killing technique on the battlefield, and at this moment, it was unfolded by Ye Chuyi, and he could pick up three or five people with a shake of his hand, and if he hooked up, it was seven or eight so-called gods who were staggered and swept away.

It's just three or five breaths, and Ye Chuyi is like a devastating world-shattering general, forcibly rushing a group of people to pieces.

After the tea time, Ye Chu sat on the golden lion beast, and around him, a piece of Tianjiao Shenzi fell to the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground.

Burst!

The spear touched the ground, and the wooden tip pierced the incomparably hard bluestone ground, sinking three feet into the ground.

Ye Chu couldn't bear the glance of this group of so-called Tianjiao Divine Sons again and again, and turned his head to look in the direction of Yan Beigui.

"Yan senior, Xianyang Sword Palace is a master of swordsmanship in the world, deducing the way of the sword, sweeping the world with a three-foot Qingfeng, and has great merit, and has been an example in the hearts of our generations, but it has fallen to today, in my hearts, how painful!"

"And today's chaos, the evil animals of the Seven Realms are rampant in the world, why don't the predecessors follow the example of the predecessors of the past, borrow my three-foot Qingfeng, and cut off the evil spirits in the world, and the generations here are left with one out of ten to be able to raise a true dragon!"

"I want to reopen the Qin Palace's arsenal, are my seniors willing to help me?"

Ye Chu couldn't see the so-called Tianjiao Divine Son all over the ground, but Yan Beigui and Tai'a Sword made Ye Chuyi's heart itch, this time he rushed back to the battle, and teaching this group of Tianjiao Divine Sons who spoke indiscriminately was a secondary matter, so to recruit Yan Beigui was what Ye Chuyi thought in his heart.

Yan Beigui didn't seem to expect that Ye Chuyi's solicitation, who came to say that the wind is the rain, was a little stunned for a while.

As Ye Chuyi said, when Emperor Qin was reincarnated, Xianyang Sword Palace, a master of swordsmanship in the world, forged infinite swordsmanship, and every time a disciple in the Sword Palace was born, he would definitely test the world with a sword, sweeping countless charms and ghosts, leaving a great reputation.

In just a year and a half, Xianyang Sword Palace has declined in the hands of Yan Beigui, and Yan Beigui is also extremely unwilling.

There are three lists of heaven, earth and people, and the vast majority of kendo powerhouses in Xianyang Sword Palace are arrogant, and they go straight to space, wanting to test the world's heroes with swords, competing for the three rankings, Yan Beigui is also very powerful, but the rebuilding of the sword is to let Yan Beigui have long lost the impulse and fame and fortune of the sword test the world.

Three hundred years later, in the last days of the human race, Yan Beigui didn't care, but the Xianyang Sword Palace was reduced to a situation, but Yan Beigui was unwilling.

"I'm not a hero, I don't want to compete with the heroes!"

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Beigui's face changed several times, and finally he responded to Ye Chuyi with a bitter face.

"Senior Yan, do you see that the younger generation is a hero? I can't do it, but the ancestor and the master took me Ye Chuyi is not thin, but I can't look at the Thunder God Temple, since then, the chaotic times are in charge, if you don't enter, you will die, although my cultivation is shallow, but I also have the decisive heart to open up the future!"

"This ......"

"Men should kill people, the troubled times are like this, it is difficult for the predecessors to hide the sword from now on, and Ma Mu Nanshan will not succeed, if you and I go together, if he has other thoughts in the future, it is not too late to make other decisions, and I will not tie the Yan seniors to my body!"