Both of them struck extremely fiercely, with a terrifying and ear-piercing detonation sound, and their palms and fists were filled with terrifying energy as they attacked.
Ye Tianchen had no expression on his face and punched out without dodging.
Bang bang!
A seemingly simple punch directly destroyed the fists and palm prints of the two men. Ye Tianchen laughed and said: "How dare such rubbish stop me."
"Go to hell!"
Ye Tianchen shook his hands violently at the two of them, and a heaven-destroying aura suddenly burst out from Ye Tianchen's palm, covering the two of them like a rushing river.
The two people's expressions suddenly changed, and they exclaimed: "No, retreat!"
"He is in the late stage of martial arts!"
"ah......!"
"Master, save me!"
Ye Tianchen laughed ferociously and said, "It's too late!"
"Stop it, little bastard!"
The old man who was standing in front of the two people also noticed the clue, his expression changed drastically and he roared.
Bang bang!
Before the old man could finish his words, two muffled sounds came out, and then two shrill screams came from the field, but they suddenly paused. Two masses of blood mist spread all over the ground, and the blood stains gathered and flowed slowly.
The Taoist robes on the old man's body made a hunting noise, and murderous intent rose into the sky. His palms turned into claws and came straight for Ye Tianchen's head.
"You little bastard, take your life."
The claws on the hands are like eagles, sharp and powerful.
But Ye Tianchen's face was gloomy, he advanced instead of retreating, drew his sword and struck out with one strike.
scold!
The blood-red sword light shot through the air with a swish, and it stabbed...a clear sound came, and along with a scream, an arm was cut off by the roots, the severed arm flew out, and a column of blood spurted out. .
"ah......!"
"My arm, little bastard!"
The old man in Taoist robes looked pale and retreated wildly backwards. The arm that had just been grabbing Ye Tianchen was cut off violently. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead. The aura on his body was disordered and his cultivation was greatly damaged.
The next moment, the field fell into dead silence.
Only blood dripped from Ye Tianchen's blood sword, making a slight ticking sound.
The expressions of the others changed drastically, and when they looked at Ye Tianchen again, their eyes gradually became frightened.
The old man in Taoist robes glared angrily and roared: "You... broke through again?"
"The late martial arts realm?"
"Ye Tianchen, I, Wuliangshan, are incompatible with you, and we will fight to the death."
Ye Tianchen ignored the roar of the old man in Taoist robes. His hawk-like eyes glanced at the people opposite him and asked coldly: "Is there anyone from the Qiankun Hall?"
"Get out of here and die."
"Um?"
When they heard Ye Tianchen's question, the expressions of everyone on the other side changed drastically. The old man in Taoist robes' cloudy eyes flashed coldly and said angrily: "Ye Tianchen didn't expect that you even knew about the Qiankun Palace."
"I will definitely not keep you today."
After thinking about this, he glanced at the dozens of other people around him and said coldly: "Everyone has reached this point. He must be killed today."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to explain if the palace master finds out."
As he spoke, an old man with an aloof temperament and a long sword stepped forward. He had handsome features and a sparse beard. He looked like a frail scholar, but he carried a fierce momentum, like a sharp sword. Incomparable.
The old man looked cold and said in a cold voice: "I, the master of the Sanqing Sect, will use my sword to ask the remaining members of the Ye family to die."
At the same time, a scumbag old man walked out. He had tiger-like eyes, was calm and intimidating, and had a fierce momentum. He stepped out with a sudden step, and the earth trembled with a bang. The floor beneath his feet shattered into pieces, which was extremely shocking.
The bearded old man was unusually fierce. He glared at Ye Tianchen and said angrily: "Master of the Xuanmen, Du He invites the remaining members of the Ye family to die."
The old man in Taoist robes, whose arm was soon cut off by Ye Tianchen, was about to burst, and he roared: "I am Wuliangshan, Wuliang old ghost will definitely tear the Ye family into pieces."
The next moment, an old woman walked out of the crowd. She was a little stooped and held an ordinary crutch in her hand, but her eyes were white and she couldn't find the black eyeballs. She was involuntarily stunned by the white eyes staring at Ye Tianchen. I shuddered, eerie.
The old woman grinned and whispered in a sinister tone: "The master of the ghost mountain, the ghost mother-in-law."
Just as the old woman finished speaking, two more old men stepped forward. One of them had short hair, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, slightly thin lips, and a sinister and mean look. He snorted coldly: "I, the master of the Shanhai Sect, Hai Lao Yao, please invite Ye The remnants of the family are going to reunite with the Ye family."
The other man had his arms folded across his chest, a thin figure, and held a blue sword in his hand. He was imposing and had a vaguely sinister look. His face was yellow, as if he was malnourished, and was uneven.
He said coldly: "Master of Tianyue Sect, Madman Yue."
In addition to the Vajra Sect and the Qiankun Hall, the sect masters of the eight hidden sects are here. All of them have powerful auras, and they are all late-stage martial arts warriors. The auras on each of them are vast, thick, long, and unfathomable.
Ye Tianchen's expression did not change, he was calm and calm. He glanced at everyone and asked with interest: "Everyone else is here, where are the people from Qiankun Hall?"
The old ghost Wuliang snorted and said angrily: "Boy, you are not qualified to see people from the Qiankun Palace."
"Today you will die."
"I don't believe we can't kill you together."
"Everyone, let's work together to avoid long nights and dreams. In four days we can go to the Kunlun Mountains forbidden area without any worries."
Qing Yijian, the first master of Shangsanqing Sect, suddenly reached out and pulled out the long sword from his back, and shouted sternly: "I have been practicing swordsmanship for decades, please take over my sword."
scold!
A three-foot green blade flashes with cold light, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
The old man's wrist turned outwards, and he shot out an extremely mysterious sword move. The sword's light was several meters long, blocking all Ye Tianchen's escape routes and forcing him to take the sword forcefully.
Ye Tianchen didn't retreat at first. He slashed out with a simple and primitive sword, and... the bloody sword light suddenly shot out, like thunder.
In an instant, the two sword lights collided together.
when!
Cough!
The moment the two sides just came into contact, a harsh breaking sound was heard, and the long sword in Qing Yijian's hand was cut directly in half by Xue Zhan, breaking into two pieces.
"Um?"
Qing Yijian's turbid eyes condensed, his body trembled, his eyes were about to burst as he stared at the broken sword in his hand and trembled: "My gentleman's sword!"
"Ah...my gentleman's sword!"
Qing Yijian's expression instantly turned ferocious and terrifying. He was completely opposite to the inscrutable and humble scholar he had shown before. He was completely different from the other person. He roared with rage: "You little bastard, destroy my beloved sword. Today I will crush you to ashes."
Ye Tianchen said with a smile: "It's rubbish, it's ridiculous."
As he spoke, Du He, the leader of the Xuanmen Sect, struck with a punch. The sound of the sonic boom was ear-piercing, and the air seemed to be torn apart. It was extremely fierce.
A voice came to Ye Tianchen's ears. He snorted and said with an evil smile: "This is what you use for strong men of steel."
With a flick of his finger, a silver needle suddenly shot out from his hand and pierced into Du He's chest. Du He, who was originally extremely vigorous, stiffened and froze on the spot.
The next moment, his eyes were splitting and he roared: "Despicable and shameless little bastard, how dare you sneak attack on me."
"What can a little silver needle do to me?"
