My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 680 Killing Night
【693】Killing Night
"This deity laughs at the ridiculous people in the world, laughs at you and other shameless people, it is an eye-opener for this deity."

Ye Xuan covered his smile, and looked around everyone with a pair of cold eyes, the indifference in his eyes was like looking at a bunch of dead people.

Hearing this, all the monks were angry, gritted their teeth, and wanted to do it.

Ye Xuan glared, and wanted to fight back, beheading the monks who yelled the most fiercely on the spot.

Suddenly, Bai Gu said: "If you start to fight, you will inevitably overturn the giant ship. Why don't you go out and fight?"

"Otherwise, if the giant ship overturns, everyone will have to walk to the Arctic ice sheet."

When everyone heard the words, they all nodded.

"It's a joke that a group of mediocre and mediocre ants also want to grab the deity's things."

Ye Xuan looked around at everyone, with a deep chill in his eyes:

"This deity is waiting for you on the sea. If anyone feels that he has a destiny with this calligraphy and painting, just let him come here."

"Kill you all, I still have something to deal with."

Ye Xuan's eyebrows were picturesque, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, evoking a disdainful arc.

In the end, his expression turned cold, his eyes became colder, his voice became quieter, but his face remained indifferent.

"No matter how many people you come, I, Ye Xuan, are enough!"

The voice fell to the ground, light and delicate, but like a stone falling into a calm lake, ripples rippled layer after layer.

Blasted!

The whole warrior monks were completely blown up.

Arrogant, simply too ignorant.

There are so many warriors and Taoist cultivators present, which one is not a big boss, a master master?

Together, they are also a terrorist force, and no country or sect dare to fight hard.

And Ye Xuan dared to speak wild words. ?
What's more, Ye Xuan is at best an ignorant child in their eyes.

Now, they can't wait to attack together, and tear this arrogant and arrogant junior in front of them to pieces.

Ha ha!

Listening to the remarks of this group of people, Ye Xuan's face was stern, but in his heart, there was already a monstrous murderous look.

If these people really dare to rob him later, he will kill as many as they come.

Kill him with more than a hundred dead bodies, bleeding and floating oars, anyway, the greedy ones should be killed!

"Those who want to kill me, come, the deity is waiting on the sea."

Ye Xuan stepped out of the giant ship, came to the deck, jumped, and stopped on the sea.

At this moment, the night has fallen, and the stars are shining.

On the Arctic Ocean, there is sparkling light.

Ye Xuan made an appointment with the heroes of the world here.

Anyone who covets ancient paintings can come here to fight.

At this moment, there are many people on the deck.

……

On the Arctic Ocean, in the vast expanse of thousands of miles, a round of lone moon turned into two ends.

one day,

One on the ground.

The wind is fierce, the hair on the temples is flying, and the clothes are fluttering.

"The bright moon is in the sky, the sea breeze is blowing, the sky is dotted with stars, and the sea is shimmering with waves. Such a beautiful day..."

Ye Xuan stood alone on the sea, with his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold: "It's really a good day for killing people."

Looking at the heroes on the deck, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were full of disdain.

……

Ye Xuan's posture is bold and unrestrained, independent of the sea, like a banished fairy who came to the world.

In the sky, the bright moon is shining.

The sea, the sea breeze.

Ye Xuan's clothes were flying all over the place, his eyes were bright and clear, he was no longer like a mortal person, and he seemed to be about to drink up his love and go to the sky at any moment.

"I have a sword, which can burn the sun and spit out the clouds, swallow the river and wash the moon. I have honed it for ten years, and I have never tried double-edged swords."

Speaking of this, Ye Xuan's eyes froze, with an earth-shattering aura: "Who wants to come forward and die first?"

After speaking, the surface of the lake suddenly became quiet, and all the murderous aura dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Ye Xuan is like an old man fishing, neither sad nor happy.

How many things in the past and present are all jokes.

"Hmph, you pretender, I don't believe in evil, he's a yellow-mouthed kid with no hair at all, what's there to be proud of?"

The person who spoke was Qian Yong, the successor of Beitanju.

He stepped out, touched the water with his toes, and floated towards Ye Xuan like a dragonfly.

He is also good at light work, his body is extremely fast, leaving a few afterimages in the air.

He is a martial artist of a martial arts master, he can break a stele and crack a stone with one kick, and he is confident that this kick can make this arrogant little doll in front of him die in the Arctic Ocean.

"Kaishan leg, die."

Qian Yong shouted loudly, and in an instant, his legs were filled with true energy, turning into a few afterimages, rolling towards Ye Xuan's head like a dragon entering the sea.

Ye Xuan didn't move.

Still holding his hands behind his back, his pupils are shining with the moonlight, as if two green lotuses have fainted inside.

……

All the people stared at the two of them. With the bright moon and starlight, the shadows of the two of them stretched very long on the sea.

Qian Yong's kick carried a monstrous murderous aura, like a raging tornado.

Ye Xuan, on the other hand, is like a dead leaf falling under the wind and rain, which will be crushed into powder at any time.

"Is the little doll scared silly?"

"He didn't know how to dodge it. Qian Yong's kick is the most lethal move in the 36-way kick. It's called the mountain kick. Even a martial arts master wouldn't foolishly resist it."

"Don't watch it, the next scene, the little baby will be blood splattered on the spot, even if it doesn't die, it will be seriously injured."

Seeing that Ye Xuan was about to separate, he finally made a move.

"Hehe, it looks fierce, but it is actually strong on the outside, and you really don't deserve me to use a sword."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, "It only takes one look to destroy you."

"drink."

Ye Xuan let out a loud cry, as if a raging flame was burning in his eyes.

In the next second, the entire surface of the sea boiled, with Ye Xuan as the center point, the seawater with a radius of tens of meters seemed to be boiled.

Countless water vapors filled Ye Xuan's surroundings, and gradually the water vapors condensed into a mist-shaped long sword that seemed to have substance.

This fog sword has nothing fancy, only fierce.

Before Qian Yong could reach Ye Xuan, his whole body suddenly turned into streaks of blood mist, and disappeared without a trace along with the water vapor.

"Hmph." Ye Xuan's cold voice sounded faintly: "One look at this deity can burn the sky."

Huhu——

A gust of wind blew, and the entire sea surface was filled with a faint smell of blood. This, Qian Yong, a master of a generation of masters, is just like that... gone!
Look at Ye Xuan again,

Still standing with his hands behind his back, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just squeezed an ant to death with ease.

All the people on the giant wheel showed extremely terrified expressions.

"This, what kind of kung fu is this, my God, is this transcending martial arts?"

"Standing on water, turning gas into a sword, killing people invisible, eyes like the sun, this...isn't martial arts, is it a cultivator?"

"Impossible? He is an immortal cultivator? How could there be immortal cultivators on earth? Since he is an immortal cultivator, why would he go to the Arctic ice field?"

"Such a domineering kung fu, such a fierce killing move...it's really appalling, and I've only seen it in my life!"

The monks were secretly stunned.

Such Ye Xuan, unless there is a super master who surpasses martial arts, otherwise they are not able to fight against the enemy at all.

Suddenly, they felt a little regretful.

(End of this chapter)