The strongest world crossing

A loud roar that didn't sound like a human voice was accompanied by the explosion of red golden flames, and the golden-faced Vulcan flew thousands of meters into the air in an instant!

"Tu Shan evildoers, wait until today's yang life is over, today I will use the demon-killing divine fire, pure yang flame to send you off, hahaha...!"

The words of extreme arrogance and domineering spread throughout the entire Tushan City in an instant, and the body was so majestic that the firepower was born at the fingertips, and then it inflated rapidly like a blown balloon. In the blink of an eye, I am afraid that it has already reached a thousand meters!

So it is still expanding rapidly, as if there is no end, and all the monsters in Tushan have a feeling of being roasted, as if the sun has fallen.

Tu Shanhonghong raised her head slowly, a certain coquettish red light flashed away, ready to strike, but the next moment, a familiar force suppressed her.

A young man in white with loose long hair sat cross-legged on an emerald-like purple-gold rosette.

Countless mysterious incantations blooming with purple-gold light slowly rotated around the rosette, and beside the voice of the young man in white sitting cross-legged, there was an ancient long sword slowly floating up and down gradually facing down.

"Sister Rongrong...that person...when did he come out?" Dongfang Xiaochu said, and found that the small jade tablet on her chest suddenly became hot.

"Oh? I've been in seclusion for 15 years, and even that little girl's son is so old." Ye Zhen's mouth curled up slightly.

"Master!" Tu Shanhonghong's red light dissipated.

"Ah! My sister actually laughed! And she even called that handsome brother Master, so is that handsome guy who is unique in heaven and earth is my "godfather"!"

Little Dongfang got excited at the beginning of the month for the handsome guy who was so mad when he saw the stage, and who still ignored the big sun above his head.

"Hmph! You must be the so-called Mr. Ye. A human being is mixed with evildoers. Today, the old man will kill you too!" Against the terrifying fireball that has spread to the limit, the realm is almost [-] meters away.

This blow was enough to destroy the entire Tushan City, the golden-faced Vulcan laughed wildly.

"It's over, it's over..." Tu Shan Rongrong whispered.

"Sister Rongrong, isn't that man... my godfather?" Dongfang Xiaochu's excited movements stopped.

"No, I mean that the golden-faced Vulcan is finished, dare to speak harshly in front of the master, afraid that even if he commits suicide now, he will be revived by the master and then killed again." Tushan Rongrong smiled.

At the same time, the big stone in my heart was also put down, "Tu Shan, I really can't do without the master."

"Is this also called Pure Yang Yan?" The corners of Ye Zhen's mouth curled up slightly.

"Go to hell! Hahahaha..."

The golden-faced Vulcan who couldn't stand it anymore laughed wildly, and the raging flames that covered the sky and the sun fell from the sky. Compared with the raging flames, Ye Zhen and others are really as small as ants.

In the blink of an eye, the raging flames almost reached the top of the highest mountain in Tushan City.

"Um..."

With a soft moan, Ye Zhen slowly opened his left hand.

"boom!"

A stubborn suction was born from Ye Zhen's palm.

"what!"

The golden-faced Vulcan exclaimed, because the connection between him and the pure Yangyan that was released with all his strength disappeared!

The giant fireball that fell like a small sun fell more quickly, but it was shrinking rapidly while falling.

In the end, it was just a matter of breathing. Chen Zhiyang, who had covered the sky and the sun, disappeared, and Ye Zhen had a red golden bead the size of a marble in Ye Zhen's hand.

"This...this...how is it possible!" The golden-faced Vulcan looked horrified, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head in an instant.

"This is... the strongest... in the world... the strength of a sword fairy? But why doesn't my godfather use a sword?" Dongfang Xiaochu opened his mouth in shock.

"That's because this golden-faced Vulcan is not worthy of master drawing a sword at all, or in other words, there is no one in the whole world worthy of master drawing a sword," Tu Shan Rongrong said with a smile.

She knew that the sword beside Ye Zhen was a confidant, and the horror of a confidant alone was enough to make Tu Shan Rongrong's scalp tingle, not to mention the confidant's master, her master.

"Golden Phoenix, right?"

Looking up at the void, Ye Zhen said softly, "You are very brave if you dare to come to Tushan to make trouble."

As he said that, Ye Zhen looked indifferently at the disciples of the Yiqidao League whose swords were hanging in the air in the distance and said indifferently, "I remember that I told the leader of the Yiqidao League 45 years ago about the consequences of daring to invade Tushan within a hundred years." .

"The strongest sword fairy in the world...Ye...Mr. Ye...So it really...exists..." The members of Yiqi Daomeng were dumbfounded.

Although Ye Zhen didn't attack them, whether it was the flying sword under his feet or the imperial envoy's sword, they had "rebelled" and completely lost control.

Only Mr. Ye, the strongest sword fairy in the legend, can produce this kind of effect.

Looking at the red golden bead in Ye Zhen's palm, Jin Renfeng's heart turned anxiously, thinking that the only chance to survive would only be provoked by words.

"Hmph! Mixing with evildoers, you..."

It's just that Ye Zhen didn't bother to listen to this guy's nonsense at all. He raised his right hand and grabbed it. The red golden flame remained in place, and he was already in front of Ye Zhen.

Flick the fingers of the clawed right hand.

"Boom..."

With a soft sound, Jin Renfeng disappeared completely, only the spiritual blood floating in the air rolled, and finally condensed into an extremely red marble.

Chapter 596

"Fire...Master Vulcan...disappeared..."

After a short pause, everyone in the Yiqi Dao League swallowed their saliva in unison. Ye Zhen didn't release any momentum, but it made the disciples of the Yiqi Dao League feel cold all over.

Meeting Ye Zhen's gaze, the instinct of survival drove people to kneel down, begging Ye Zhen for mercy.

Even old-timers like Jinmian Vulcan died inexplicably, and death was an understatement, let alone them.

"Cut off your own arm, and then leave," Ye Zhen said softly.

It was said that a disciple of the Qi Dao League a thousand meters away froze and lost his right hand. How will he control his sword in the future?

"Isn't this a useless person?"

"But... a dead man is better than a dead man"

Thinking of this, the disciples of Yiqi Daomeng glanced at each other, then gritted their teeth and cut off their right arm with the flying sword that had regained control.

There were very few people who could bear the pain of a broken arm, and most of them did not dare to use spiritual power to block the meridians to stop the bleeding, so they could only endure it, and all kinds of screams and cries of pain resounded outside Tushan City for a while.

"Okay, get out!" Ye Zhen waved his hand. In fact, all he wanted was the left arms of these people, and these guys were just thinking too much.

Everyone who was supposed to leave had to leave, Ye Zhenhong and the two of them flashed a flash, and they stood a thousand meters away in an instant on the dilapidated city wall. on the little guy.

"Eh...that...this handsome guy..." Dongfang Xiaoyue said fearfully in his heart. As for the godfather...Although he said that, he just waved his hand when he saw Ye Zhenfang. After the death of the golden-faced Vulcan, many disciples of the Yiqi Dao League cut off their right arms with a single sentence.