Ye Qinghan stopped.

Though.

For a martial artist of his level, the slight blood mark on his neck was not an injury at all, and it would recover almost in half a snap of his fingers, but it still brought Ye Qinghan a psychological shock.

Ye Qinghan glanced back.

He found.

The famous sword, which was almost close to his throat and nearly decapitated him, swept through his body and shot straight into the ground.

"Old Devil Yang, you have a lot of means!"

"However, the same trick is useless to me!"

Ye Qing said with a cold smile.

Previously.

When Yang Mucheng made a move, he just didn't notice it, and he didn't expect it at all. If he was on guard, that move would be nothing to him!

"Oh?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Looking at Ye Qinghan, who was full of confidence, he flicked his right hand.

Bang!

In an instant, three subtle and inaudible sword sounds suddenly sounded, and everyone only felt as if three lightning bolts had crossed in front of them. Only a strong person with divine thoughts can see clearly that it was not lightning at all, but the three famous swords shot out by Yang Mucheng.

These three famous swords were in the shape of a zigzag, and when they were blasted out, they directly locked Ye Qinghan's dantian, throat, and heart.

"Can you kill Ye Qinghan with one blow?"

This moment.

Everyone widened their eyes and looked ahead.

Just when everyone was looking, just when the three famous swords were about to hit, Ye Qinghan moved. He didn't panic in the slightest, as if he was wandering in his back garden, moving slowly. Those three famous swords that were enough to kill any Grandmaster powerhouse were easily avoided by Ye Qinghan by a fraction of a second!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out.

The three famous swords were attached to Ye Qinghan's body, and the residual momentum was unabated, and they slammed into the ground, making a terrifying loud sound.

"As I said, the same trick doesn't work for me. Old Demon Yang, if you only have such a little means, then it's over!"

Ye Qinghan put his hands behind his back and looked at the top of the mountain from afar.

This scene made the faces of many warriors who came to watch gloomy.

They didn't expect that even Yang Mucheng would have no way to defeat this Ye Qinghan.

"Old Devil Yang is already doomed, and there is no need to watch this game any further!" an old man sighed secretly and turned to leave.

"Yes!" a warrior who had originally come with great hope also shook his head, his face full of regret. "I had a little hope for Old Demon Yang's punch before, but now he is afraid that his donkey skills are exhausted. No tricks are useless!"

Isn't that the case?

The strongest punch hit Ye Qinghan's body, without hurting the other party in the slightest.

The famous sword that was enough to kill the grandmaster didn't even touch the corner of Ye Qinghan's clothes.

Who wins and who loses, the outcome is already clearly visible.

"Let's go!"

Many people were already in low spirits and ready to leave.

"What are you going to go, my family saint hasn't admitted defeat yet!" Lu Yao'er shouted.

There were only the disciples of the Thirty-six Sects present, and the warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty still refused to give up, waiting for a miracle to appear.

Those warriors who had already turned around and left, heard Lu Yao'er's words, stopped, glanced at the little girl, and sighed with a smile on their faces.

"Old Devil Yang's failure is already a certainty, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, he has no power to return to the sky......!

"Fart, my saint can kill him with a slap!" Lu Qianfeng shouted.

"Our uncle and ancestor have not been defeated yet!"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect were also shouting.

But.

These are only a few who still support them. In the eyes of many more people, all this has long been a foregone conclusion and can no longer be changed.

Regarding the disturbances from the outside world, Yang Mucheng didn't care at all.

He looked at Ye Qinghan condescendingly and smiled faintly.

"Ye Qinghan, the warm-up is over, then I'll kill you directly!"

When the people heard this, they looked at them in horror.

But he saw Yang Mucheng flick his fingers, and more than a dozen famous swords quickly flew out of his palm.

Seeing this scene, everyone only thought it was funny. Don't you still use the same tricks, it's just a few more swords, you can do anything about it, can you kill Ye Qinghan?

Ye Qinghan's face also showed a hint of mockery, he was about to speak, but his face suddenly stiffened.

"Oh!"

"That's ......"

"Oh my God!"

"Old Demon Yang still has this hand!"

Bursts of exclamations rang out.

Then.

The people who were about to leave all stopped and looked back in shock. I saw countless famous swords suspended behind Yang Mucheng, and there were 36,000 of these famous swords, all of which surrounded him, which was an extremely advanced sword technique.

Seeing this scene, it was Ye Qinghan, and he couldn't help but look gloomy.

If there are ten handles, a hundred handles, he can still dodge with all his attention. But if there are so many, I'm afraid it will be enough to shoot it into a hornet's nest!

"Ye Qinghan, it's over!"

"You forced me to show up, and now I'm here. ”

"On this Immortal Mountain, I will kill you in front of everyone. ”

As soon as the words fell.

Yang Mucheng waved his hands, and the thirty-six thousand famous swords were like rain that turned the sky, desperately rushing towards Ye Qinghan's location. On each sword, bursts of piercing sword light erupted, and these sword rays overwhelmingly surged towards Ye Qinghan.

This moment.

Ye Qinghan's complexion was difficult to see the extreme, and in the face of this infinite famous sword, he only felt an unprecedented sense of crisis surging into his heart.

"Old Demon Yang, I don't believe it!"

Let out a frantic roar.

Ye Qinghan's eyes widened angrily, and a majestic and terrifying battle intent suddenly burst out from his body. With a grasp of his right hand, countless streamers and dazzling shadows emerged like a hundred rivers converging, forming a long sword in his hand that exuded starlight.

Rumble!

Then, a towering figure rose behind Ye Qinghan. This figure, which was hundreds of zhang high, suddenly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed forward with Ye Qinghan's movements.

Boom!

This sword seems to have cut the whole world open.

Under the suffocating terrifying battle intent, a terrifying sword that was enough to destroy everything made the warriors inside and outside the Immortal Peerless Mountain fall into an infinite shock. Although this sword was not pointed at them, everyone present seemed to have the illusion that the sword was on their necks!

"This ......"

This moment.

All eyes were drawn to it, and they all stared ahead.

Followed by.

I saw that Ye Qinghan, a sword that was enough to cut the heavens and the earth, and Yang Mucheng's famous sword ocean, which was like sweeping the heavens and the earth, collided fiercely together under the gaze of countless eyes, in the sky above this immortal mountain!

(End of chapter)