Nine Realms Sword Master

"I provoke you?"

Yang Zun was taken aback for a moment, obviously he couldn't understand the meaning of these words.

But he didn't bother to talk any more nonsense, and directly locked his gaze on the white-haired man, and his tyrannical murderous aura swallowed him like a rushing river.

Obviously.

Yang Zun wants to do something with this person.

Erfu's face changed suddenly when he heard the sound, and he just wanted to stop him, but after a while, he seemed to realize something, and he stopped hurriedly and looked at the Yang Zun anxiously.

Whoosh!

But seeing Yang Zun jumped into the sky, he wanted to slash with his sword.

But the moment he swung the sword away...

"Yang, don't!"

The Yuezun over there suddenly seemed to realize something, his pale face changed, and he shouted sadly.

Yang Zun breathed tightly, stopped hurriedly, turned back, and landed beside Yue Zun.

However, Yuezun's eyes became extremely white, with no pupils, cold sweat on his face, staring closely at Bai Ye.

To be precise, he was staring at these figures behind Bai Ye.

"This is Yuezun's foreseeing eye!" Someone yelled out aloud.

"The eye of foresight?"

Many people were surprised.

"Yue, what did you see??"

Yang Zun's complexion was tense, he clasped Ye Yaojian, and drank in a low voice.

"Yang, you can't just do it like this, otherwise...you are likely to die!!" Yuezun trembling.

"will die?"

Yang Zun's eyes widened, he looked at the white-haired man over there inconceivably, and then asked in amazement: "This man...seems like he hasn't even passed the deboning period. He looks like a Dacheng Xuanjun, can he kill me? Yue, what are you kidding?"

"He can't kill you! But...the people around him can kill you!" Yuezun trembled.

Those people around him?

Yang Zun was greatly surprised, and hurriedly looked to the side of the white-haired man, as if he had only noticed these immovable figures in black clothes behind him.

At this moment, Yang Zun seemed to have seen something, and his eyes were immediately locked on their waists.

"These... seem to be from the Hei Xuan auction house? What's going on? Could it be that this person is from the Hei Xuan auction house?" Yang Zun looked confused.

"Yang... better not to provoke him!" Yuezun whispered.

"Hmph, this person is humble, but so arrogant, and provokes me in public. If I don't kill him, won't I lose face?" Yang Zun said angrily, obviously unable to swallow this breath.

But Yue Zun shook his head again and again: "Yang, be careful to drive the Wannian Ship. Don't be arrogant at this time. Since we have got the Ye Yaojian so smoothly, we have to take away the Dead Dragon Sword as soon as possible! Don't take the sword! Right!"

When Yang Zun heard the sound, his face became dark, and he snorted coldly: "No matter...If this is the case, let him go!"

"Okay, I'll protect the law for you, go get the sword!"

Yuezun shouted, and then raised both hands, her ten fingers swiftly moved, and the silk thread cast like a halo flew out of her fingertips, and then quickly built together, weaving into a huge net, killing the dragon sword pit The front is blocked.

"White-headed boy, let you go this time. Once the deity takes the Death Dragon Sword, he will kill you!!"

Yang Zun said coldly.

He didn't plan to just let this person go.

But Yuezun has the foresighted eyes and can perceive things after ten breaths. Since she said there is danger, it must be dangerous. However, Yang Zun believed that as long as he took the Death Dragon Sword, no matter how powerful his opponent was, he would definitely fall under his sword.

He will be invincible! !

It's just... things are not as easy as he thought.

Just when he turned around to get the dead dragon sword, the white-haired man here gave another drink.

"stop!"

Yang Zun frowned and snorted, ignoring the white-haired man, and without even turning his head back, he walked directly towards the huge dead dragon sword over there.

Whoosh!

At this time, the sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Obviously, the white-haired man moved.

Yang Zun still didn't look back, but focused on the huge divine sword in front of him.

"Presumptuous! Dacheng Xuanjun, dare to run wild in front of the deity?? Get me down!!" Yuezun shouted angrily, and then watched the bright light trembling around him, his soul vibrated, and tyrannical. .

There was a loud voice at the scene, slowly boiling.

Yang Zun still ignored him and continued to look forward.

But at this moment...

Boom!

A dull sound suddenly appeared, and then a figure flew over, jumped directly over Yang Zun, and fell heavily on a small mountain peak beside him.

The mountain burst into pieces instantly.

Yang Zun was slightly taken aback.

Someone broke through Yuezun's domain?

He hurriedly looked towards the broken mountain, but saw the dust inside the mountain, splashed with rocks, and blurred.

After about three breaths, the dust slowly fell, and when all the dust fell, Yang Zun finally saw the scene inside.

But seeing that Yuezun was lying in the middle of the rock, with his head disheveled, he was extremely embarrassed.

"what?"

Yang Zun's breathing instantly solidified, and people rushed over, busy helping Yue Zun up.

"Yue, are you okay?" Yang Zun said anxiously.

"I...I'm fine...cough cough..." Yuezun got up, breathing a little messy.

"What's going on?" Yang Zun asked in amazement, and then hurriedly looked over there, but saw that no one there moved.

Only one person moved.

It's the white-haired man.

But... the white-haired man is obviously just a waste of Dacheng Xuanjun!

How can they be defeated by Xuanjun Dacheng, even if they don't even care about the emperor of the emperor?

"Who! Who on earth did it dare to hurt Yue Zun?" Yang Zun shouted angrily, his voice full of resentment.

However... the voice fell, and the people at the scene were very weird.

People stared at Yang Zun, one by one hesitated.

"Why? I'm standing here, and you asked them who hurt her? Do you think that I can't hurt her?" The white-haired man shook his head and looked at Yang Zun expressionlessly.

"You?" Yang Zun stared at the white-haired man and snorted coldly: "Just relying on you as a trash? What are you doing to hurt Yue Zun?"

"Is that so..." The white-haired man murmured, "Then I will tell you, why should I!"

The sound fell...

Whoosh!

Breaking through the air again.

The figure of the white-haired man suddenly disappeared.

what?

Yang Zun was shocked and looked forward.

He found that... he couldn't capture this person's figure with his eyesight.

He didn't realize the afterimage of the other party until this person got close!

So fast!

Yang Zun was in a big shock, and with a long roar, he lifted Ye Yaojian towards the afterimage.

But at the moment the afterimage came, a crimson sword light suddenly emerged, directly supporting the body of Ye Yaojian.

Damn it!

There was a crisp sound.

Ye Yaojian stopped instantly.

"Huh?" Yang Zun was stunned.

Before he could react, an iron fist had already smashed his forehead...