Supreme Martial Artist

After that, he shouted loudly: "Come here! Kill this little bastard for me!"

But he shouted for a long time, but no one came in.

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Stop shouting!"

"Those losers under your command were either killed by me or scared away!"

Hearing this, Fan Changxiu's expression suddenly changed and he shouted angrily: "You little bastard! How dare you kill my people? You really don't want to live anymore!"

"Today, I will personally take action and kill you too!"

Before he finished speaking, divine power was already surging around him, and his aura was rising! He is actually a master of the fourth level of Tianhe Realm! "You little bastard, die!"

Fan Changxiu roared and punched out! This punch was extremely powerful, and the red divine aura wrapped around it, burning like a flame! The flame formed a roaring tiger head and slammed into Ye Xinghe's chest! His figure was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of Ye Xinghe.

The roaring flame tiger head roared towards Ye Xinghe! A rolling heat wave is coming! Outside the house, the onlookers looked horrified when they saw this.

"Fan Changxiu's Ghost Fire Tiger Roaring Fist is extremely powerful. He once relied on this technique to defeat a master from the fifth floor of the Tianhe Scripture!"

"No matter how strong Ye Xinghe is, it's impossible to beat him! This time, Ye Xinghe is dead!"

"I don't think so. Ye Xinghe is also quite strong. It's hard to tell the difference between the two."

Everyone is looking forward to this battle with bright eyes.

At this time, in the pavilion, Wu Ruoxi's expression changed drastically and she exclaimed: "Ye Xinghe, be careful!"

Although she was a little panicked, there was a firm look in her eyes.

Wu Ruoxi firmly believes that Ye Xinghe will not lose! "Be careful, it's useless!"

Fan Changxiu's eyes were sinister and he laughed wildly: "Today, this little bastard will die!"

After that, he activated Shen Gang, and the flaming tiger head grew three points larger! The scorching flames had already reached Ye Xinghe's chest! However, Ye Xinghe looked indifferent and said lightly: "You will be the one who dies!"

As he spoke, he turned his palm and a long sword slipped into his hand.

The cyan Immortality Divine Gang instantly poured into the sword.

The three-foot sword light surged out! "Qing Emperor asks about longevity!"

Ye Xinghe shouted loudly and stabbed out with his sword! Above the sword blade, green sword light surged out mightily! There was a touch of golden light in the green sword light, thrusting forward like a dragon swimming out of the sea! That is exactly what it is, the Ancient Sword Soul! The cyan sword light gradually condensed and poured into the ancient sword soul, forming a five-meter-long shadow of the ancient sword.

The sword light transforms! This sword was extremely sharp, piercing directly onto the flaming tiger's head! Just hearing a bang, the flaming tiger's head was split in half instantly! In mid-air, the flame exploded, forming a brilliant spark.

The phantom of the ancient sword, with its power unabated, stabbed Fan Changxiu's head fiercely.

Fan Changxiu's expression suddenly changed, a look of panic appeared in his eyes, and he exclaimed: "How is that possible!"

"How can you, a waste who is only half a step above the Tianhe realm, be stronger than me!"

However, Ye Xinghe did not answer.

What responded to him was the sharp sword light! In a hurry, Fan Changxiu could only cross his arms to protect his chest, trying to resist the phantom of the ancient sword! However, the shadow of the ancient sword is extremely sharp! It hit his arm, instantly crushing his flesh! "Ah! My arm!"

Fan Changxiu screamed and backed away repeatedly, his arms already covered in blood.

Most of the flesh and blood had been minced by the sword light, revealing the stark white bones! Severe pain came over me like a tide.

He stumbled, fell to the ground, and kept rolling.

Blood spurted wildly down his arm, and within a moment, a pool of blood formed underneath him.

Outside the pavilion, when everyone saw this scene, their faces were full of shock and they kept shouting.

"Fan Changxiu, lost in one move?"

"What kind of sword skill is Ye Xinghe using? It's so powerful!"

"It's too scary! If I were allowed to take that sword, I would definitely not be able to take it!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air, and the fear in their eyes became even worse.

At this time, Ye Xinghe was already an invincible existence in their hearts! Among the crowd, Liu Xuerou's eyes sparkled and she said with a smile: "Ye Xinghe, you are much stronger!"

"It's just that I don't know what his sword skills are about."

"That's the sword light transformation!"

Next to Liu Xuerou, Wu Yixuan also had a shocked face and responded in a low voice.

He took a deep breath and then said slowly: "He fought with me for only three days."

"Unexpectedly, I learned how to transform with sword light!"

"Ye Xinghe's talent is beyond my reach!"

Hearing this, Liu Xuerou smiled like a flower and said, "It's rare to see Brother Wu praise someone so much."

"So, Ye Xinghe's talent is better than yours?"

Wu Yixuan looked embarrassed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still nodded: "Ye Xinghe is a genius in swordsmanship!"

"In less than half a year, his attainments in sword skills will definitely surpass mine!"

When everyone heard Wu Yixuan's praise, they looked at Ye Xinghe with deep fear.

No one dares to slander Ye Xinghe! In fact, the person who made the rude remarks just now was so frightened that he sneaked away.

At the same time, in the pavilion.

The long sword in Ye Xinghe's hand shook, and blood beads dripped from the blade.

However, the long sword in his hand also broke into three pieces with a click and fell to the ground.

The ordinary sword blade could no longer withstand the light of the sword. The Qing Emperor asked for longevity.

Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and threw away the broken sword.

He thought to himself: "My broken sword is still with the Peak Master."

"It seems that we need to retrieve the broken sword sooner."

After retracting his thoughts, Ye Xinghe suddenly raised his head and looked at Fan Changxiu who was screaming and writhing.

His face was as frosty as he walked towards Fan Changxiu step by step.

When Fan Changxiu heard the sound, he turned around to look.

When he saw Ye Xinghe pressing closer, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted: "Ye Xinghe, what do you want to do!"

"What?"

Ye Xinghe raised his brows, his eyes flashed with cold light, and sneered: "I want to beat you to death!"

After saying that, he held Fan Changxiu down and punched him down! The fist is wrapped in a cyan divine aura, and its power is tyrannical! With one punch, Fan Changxiu's face was split open and blood spurted out! Fan Changxiu screamed, extremely sad! However, Ye Xinghe kept punching! Punch after punch, hitting him hard! For a while, there was a constant banging sound.

With every punch, a bloody hole will inevitably open on Fan Changxiu's body! His screams continued to weaken.

After a while, Fan Changxiu could no longer scream, and lay limp on the ground like mud.

There were even broken muscles and fractures on his body! Bloody and bloody! "Ye, Ye Xinghe" But, even so, Fan Changxiu still spoke arrogantly, shouting sternly: "If you have the guts, kill me!"

"If you dare to kill me, my father will definitely make you unable to survive! You cannot survive!"

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered: "Really?"

"It seems that your father has a great background!"