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Chapter 3137

This Tian Kaijian technique is also one of the top skills of the Yuhua Sect. After being used, it had the momentum of galloping horses and instantly slashed towards Ye Xiu...

"Boom, boom..."

The sword roared!

The entire hall was covered, no one expected that Wang Bingyuan would do his best as soon as he took action. The faces of Cao Qingyang, Wang Chengyun and others changed slightly.

It's too late to stop it.

The seemingly invincible sword intent slashed Ye Xiu's body with a "bang!" and instantly cut his clothes. Before Wang Bingyuan could laugh, he saw that his majestic sword intent was like he had slashed on an immortal weapon. Even Ye Xiu's skin was broken...

Ye Xiu also grabbed his ankle and pulled him down from the air with a pull. At the Yuhua Gate, he hadn't even experienced a few battles. He only felt a flash in front of him and his back hit the ground. He was so confused that he hadn't woken up from the shock that he saw a foot covered with mud, stomping on his chest, his ribs were shattered, and his eyes were fainted when he turned around. Even the Nascent Soul was shocked!

This all happened too quickly.

Not even three breaths!

The already quiet Yuhuamen Hall became even quieter, with only the sound of everyone's breathing, and Di Zhengrong looked dull. Even in Qingyun Valley, he heard Ye Xiu kill several powerful Nascent Soul men with his own strength, including Dugu Qiu. Now he has witnessed with his own eyes that Wang Chengyun's son, a late-stage Nascent Soul, could not even hold on to three breaths in his hands, still shocked him so much that he could not hold on.

I even feel like I feel cold and creepy on my back. Is this really just a master's realm?

"Wang Bingyuan, lost... lost?" I don't know who it was, but suddenly murmured. The silent hall exploded in an instant. The elders of the Yuhua Sect looked at Ye Xiu with a trembling expression, with a look of ghosts on their faces.

"Yuan...Yuan'er?" Wang Chengyun screamed even more, with red eyes, and rushed towards Wang Bingyuan. When he saw his only son, he fainted from pain after his ribs broke.

"Sect Master, I have chosen the Supreme Elder for the Sect, isn't that bad?" Di Zhengrong grinned and smiled silly, his eyebrows were still stirring. He couldn't help but feel happy. Seeing Ye Xiu's destruction and destruction, he instantly suppressed Wang Bingyuan's late-stage Yuanying stage, which made him feel like he was prosperous and he looked at Cao Qingyang and asked.

"What Supreme Elder?" Cao Qingyang shook his eyelids, and his light looked at Di Zhengrong with a faint look, "Did this sect leader agree? I, Cao Qingyang, should have the final say in this Yuhua Sect?"

Ye Xiu frowned and said nothing, and he had to go back on his word at this point...

It's really a tasteless one.

He also wanted to see how good the lord of the Yuhua Sect is. Even the people of Mian-Hei-Dao know what thieves are and how they have. If Cao Qingyang really has no character, he would not want to waste time in this Yuhua Sect. Di Zhengrong's Supreme Order has opened up new ideas for him and cannot control the Yuhua Sect, so he will change his sect again. In the realm of the Holy Tang, the sect that is most lacking is the sect.

Di Zhengrong's face suddenly turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Cao Qingyang, do you want to regret it?"

"Old man, what's the point of remorse? I want to beat you to death." Hearing him calling his name, Cao Qingyang's face suddenly became cold. He looked at Di Zhengrong and said, "When will I agree to this matter?"

The anger on Di Zhengrong's face froze slightly. After thinking about it carefully, Cao Qingyang did not say anything, but just agreed to their fight. He, who has always been bad at politeness, did not argue with Cao Qingyang, but looked at him straight and said, "So, are you trying to change the rules?"

"I'll endure you again..."
Chapter completed!
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