Supreme enchanting soldier king

Chapter 960 Direct Beheading
The sword came out, killing intent criss-crossed, swaying in the void.

Among the younger generation of Wanjiange, the fourth-ranked, evil and terrifying genius Wei Jian, saw a mere ant from the Eastern Wasteland, who was only on the fifth floor of Qi training, and even ignored him. The terrifying aura on his body was faint. cold.

"Good, good, good!"

In the eyes of many young and strong men who had just arrived in hell, Wei Jian, the crystal clear ancient sword exuding strong rune fluctuations, suddenly slashed towards Ye Luo.

"You are courting death!"

As the sword fell, in the trajectory of the sword body falling, there was a terrifying, powerful sound of spring thunder that seemed to destroy everything, suddenly sounded, and the might of thunder burst out!
"This, this is the Qingmu Xuanlei Sword? Wanjiange, an ancient and mysterious sword, is rumored to have been handed down from ancient times. How could this sword be on his body? Could it be that Wei Jian has inherited this sword? ?" Someone saw Wei Jian making a move, and their eyes couldn't help being shocked.

"Pfft, how about using such a powerful hole card against a mere monk at the fifth level of Qi training in the Eastern Wasteland?"

However, the people who came in with Ye Luo earlier and had seen the various ancient academies and forces that Ye Luo shot at, at this moment, none of them showed contempt in their eyes, and they were all solemn.

A flash of anger flashed in Ye Luo's calm eyes.

Originally, Ye Luo's gaze, fixed on the head of the ghost village, couldn't help but shrink back fiercely, and his blood surged into the tip of Zhu Xian's ancient sword, trembling silently.

Sword falls!

Ye Luo held the white banner in one hand, and the tip of Zhu Xian's ancient sword in the other hand, and suddenly slashed down. The tip of the sword directly hit the terrifying ancient Qingmu Xuanlei sword head-on.

"Head to head?" A cultivator couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw Ye Luo's direct and powerful sword slashing down.

"Heh, it really is a bumpkin. Can the Cyanwood Xuanlei Divine Sword head-on? It's overpowering!" Another ancient and powerful monk who just arrived had a sneer in his eyes.

"Boom—"

The two swords collided without fancy, and at the place where they collided, cracks in the void suddenly appeared, and the endless void around them swayed, thunder exploded, and sword aura criss-crossed all around.

There is a violent white awn, which shines like stars from the collision of the two swords.

And in the next instant, Wanjiange, the fifth-ranked peerless genius, retreated quickly as if his whole body had been hit by some terrible blow.

In his hand, a terrifying crack appeared on the blade of the Cyanwood Xuanlei sword handed down from the ancient times!

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces that were ridiculed, surprised, or contempt suddenly froze. Even those who had seen Ye Luo's attack before couldn't help but shrink their eyes fiercely.

The guard sword that defeated Wanjiange with one sword?

Is this the true strength of Ye Luo's all-out attack?
"Shaking the sky thunder, attracting it with a sword, Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, attracting it with your body, attracting thunder, die to me!"

Youran, horrified by Ye Luo's sword, his eyes were full of horror. He never thought that Ye Luo's strength would be such a powerful Wanjiange, arrogant, arrogant, powerful, and monstrous. crazy.

Among the younger generation, he had never seen someone who could cut him back with a single sword so cleanly!

In so many eyes, as a pampered, arrogant, arrogant and used to him, he couldn't accept this result at all!

Did he underestimate that sword just now?
He thought that just a mere monk at the fifth level of qi training would be enough to cut him with a single sword, but he could never have imagined that such a result would happen!

He is Wan Jiange, the legendary saint realm, the eldest son of Wei Yi, how could he worship!
A trace of cruel madness flashed in his eyes, his aura changed, and he directly used the most terrifying forbidden Taoism, which was almost impossible to come into contact with at his level!

Lightning!

Between heaven and earth, there is the terrifying, mysterious, and overwhelming Nine Heavens Profound Thunder!
Rumbling--

Above the sword, the space was suddenly suppressed, and endless dark clouds condensed. In the clouds, a terrifying thunder that seemed to tear the sky burst out from the void!
Thunder came out, and the thunder light fell on the long sword in his hand.

His figure was replaced by an afterimage, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Ye Luo.

The sword in his hand carried the force of a thunderbolt, his face flushed red, even the corners of his mouth showed blood, bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared, this lightning banning technique even surpassed the limit he could bear .

"Boom--"

When the sword falls, the lightning flashes!
Even, the thunder light in this instant surpassed the samsara altar which was waking up.

"Ye Luo, are you dead?"

"Isn't it too much to directly use the lightning drawing technique and Weijian? Maybe he can also use other powerful Taoism techniques. Is that monk at the fifth level of Qi training in the Eastern Wilderness really so terrifying?"

Earth shakes!

However, at this moment, in front of the altar of reincarnation, the man who walked out of the coffin, as well as the village head of the ghost village, seemed to not even look back at the terrifying battle behind them.

Lightning recedes!
Wan Jiange, Wei Jian, his body was straight, and the sword in his hand was stuck in the soil.

Ye Luo turned around, remained silent, and continued walking towards the altar of reincarnation in the deep pit.

"Hey! Why is Wei Yi not moving?" Someone looked at Wei Yi's upright body, which was powerful, terrifying, and the supreme coercion still remained.

"That young man from the Eastern Wasteland, is he not dead?" In the thunderous light, no one could clearly see what happened at that moment just now.

"Tick-tock-"

Youran, just when many people were wondering, there was a streak of dark red blood dripping from Wei Jian's neck, and the blood stained the ground at his feet red.

The next moment, there was a breeze blowing, and Wei Jian's straight, powerful, terrifying body fell directly backward.

The head, separated from the body.

Surroundings, there was an instant silence!
Wan Jiange, the eldest son of Wei Yi, a sage-level old man, has always been arrogant and arrogant. Because of his father's status, many of the most tyrannical people in the younger generation, Wei Jian, who is unwilling to provoke at will, is dead?
is that true?

Blood stained the ground in hell.

But Ye Luo didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. Many people didn't even see clearly how Ye Luo killed Wei Jian.

"Flowers in the greenhouse." The Empress of Nanjiang didn't seem to be too shocked, her eyes turned to Ye Luo's back again.

But Ye Luo walked faster.

After a few breaths, Ye Luo has reached ten steps in front of the altar of reincarnation.

"Er Rabbit is dead. This ancient altar was not built by Yama of the Second Hall, but you." Standing in front of the ancient altar, Ye Luo suddenly said something that was earth-shattering!

(End of this chapter)