Imperial God Emperor: 0559, one thunderstorm

A small Floating Peaks.

Ye Qingyu stood up slowly.

In his eyes, there is undisguised anger and killing intent.

Not the first kill.

But this is the first time that Ye Qingyu wants to kill someone so much.

The rules on Tempest Platform made Ye Qingyu just unable to save Xie Yuan, the poor old man, because he knew very well that if he did, he would be unable to find a chance to deal with his own Great One Sect. His strong repression will cause his subsequent plans to collapse.

Ye Qingyu is willing to pay anything to rescue Yu Xiao Xing.

So you have to be patient, if you do n’t want to, you can do it all.

Watching the old man die, this is not in keeping with Ye Qingyu's temperament.

But he must bear it.

This kind of forbearance, at this moment, turned into the most powerful killing in his life.

I knew this. When I first realized that the Tea Garden was in the first battle, Ye Qingyu would never stay, and would definitely kill Chen Shaohua on the spot.

Step by step out of the gazebo, Ye Qingyu looked stern.

This time, Chen Shaohua, I will never let you live anymore.

His body is squatting slightly, his arrogant physical strength erupts, his foot blasts, and a loud bang, the whole little Floating Peaks shakes.

The airflow bursts like a whirlwind. The body of Ye Qingyu rises like a shell, pierces the air, pierces the air, and split second, already falls on Tempest Platform.

Boom!

At the moment of landing, Tempest Platform seems to be shaking.

"You are dead today."

Looking at the Chen Shaohua who was sneering and scorning, Ye Qingyu was authentic.

The lilac thunderbolt light flow slowly emerged on his body, the powerful flesh flew out, boiling like Ocean.

Ye Qingyu's momentum continues to rise.

The invisible Aura is violent. Around his body, even the air starts to condense. The light begins to distort under this momentum. A kind of pressure that cannot be described by words, with his body as the center, facing in all directions. Yi San.

The opposite.

Chen Shaohua is also full of yuan qi, resisting pressure, but a smirk appeared on his face: "Dead? Oh, this is what I want to say to you."

"It's just your stuff that makes you lose, and is it worth it?"

Ye Qingyu sneered.

The smile is full of disdain and contempt.

He stood with his hands on his back, looking at Chen Shaohua's eyes as if looking at a dead person, a clown, a bug.

Chen Shaohua was offended by this expression.

He laughed angrily.

"Haha, why? You are arguing about this Xie Laoer, but unfortunately, you will soon become like a pile of flesh and bones like him," Chen Shaohua sneered strangely, and talked with each other. The silver yuan qi lightsaber emerged, floating densely beside him, just like the World Extinction Sword Formation, each yuan qi lightsaber had to be strengthened a lot compared with when Xie Yuan was killed before. It had rune Flowing Light on it, which has a peerless artifact killing intent lingering.

This strength has been overwhelmed several times compared to when Wudao Tea Garden was stopped more than ten days ago.

"This is the source of your self-confidence that day?" Ye Qingyu approached step by step.

"Okay." Chen Shaohua cold drink: "The origin of Wanjian ... kill!"

咻咻 咻.

Silver yuan qi lightsaber burst out at the same time.

Sword light is like a shooting star, bright and rapid. The root originally is beyond the limit of the speed that ordinary people can capture.

The sky's silver lightsabers are crisscrossed and crisscrossed, like an endless slashing sword web, with sharp destruction Sword Qi, covering the past towards Ye Qingyu, Yinguang almost drowned him all.

Ye Qingyu calmly, without any slight resistance, approaching Chen Shaohua step by step.

"Take out your hole cards, otherwise you will die."

As his footsteps moved, Pei Ran Mo Yu's strong momentum rolled over.

Ding Ding Ding!

Countless sharp Sword Qis were chopped on the body of Ye Qingyu, emitting a light sound like metal impact and symphony, and fire spattering.

In such a rain of lightsaber destruction that is almost Destroying the Heavens and Exterminating the Earth , he walks slowly, hair flying, heroic shore, pale complexion, as if walking in the oblique wind and rain in the spring sun, not affected Hinder.

Chen Shaohua complexion changed.

Tian Huang (Heaven Wasteland)'s physical Cultivation Base is more powerful than a few days ago.

"Tian Huang (Heaven Wasteland), I have to take a look. You can hold back my sword!"

During the break, Chen Shaohua's figure Flashed suddenly broke into the sky.

He jumped already at a height of ten meters. He squeezed his sword with both hands, his palms were facing each other, and he held them together.

Amidst the savage sound of breaking through the air, the radiant lightsaber flying like Flowing Light in the sky was like a swift swift homing to the nest in an instant, and all gathered in the palm of his hand.

In one breath, Wan Jian turns into a sword.

This sword is as bright as jade, tens of meters long, just like the judgment artifact in the hand of a giant god.

"Wan Jian returns to the ancestors ... kill!"

Chen Shaohua screams in anger, splitting his hands down.

The dazzling giant sword in his hand separated from the void in an instant, and fell off towards the top of Ye Qingyu.

"Sculpture of carving insects."

Ye Qingyu shows disdain, but still has no tendency to block.

Boom!

The dazzling long sword is chopped over his head.

The picture, split second seems to be slightly frozen.

The huge sword strikes the forehead of Ye Qingyu, and time seems to be still.

This scene is printed in everyone's eyes.

Countless exclaims blurted out.

Then-

snap snap!

A soft noise came.

Look at the blade of the giant lightsaber, a small crack suddenly appeared.

Then this crack spread like a spider's web, and it instantly permeated the entire huge sword body, with a whistle, the giant sword broke instantly, turning into thousands of fragments and floating in the air.

"What?"

The pupils of Chen Shaohua are shrunk and shocked.

This ... how is that possible?

His physique retreated for the first time, and opened his distance.

"Is this your strongest strength?" Ye Qingyu is wrapped around Murderous Qi like a whirlwind, approaching step by step.

The note [Wan Jian Gui Zong] just now failed to cut off even a hair of Ye Qingyu.

This posture has brought tremendous psychological pressure to Chen Shaohua.

"You ... well, let me see my real strength today." Chen Shaohua growled.

The voice falls.

His fingers are flying like butterflies, forming a mysterious mark.

Between Heaven and Earth's yuan qi gathers like vortex to Chen Shaohua on Tempest Platform. The majestic yuan qi forms a white hurricane visible to the naked eye. The Chen Shaohua long hair in the center of the hurricane was blown by the yuan qi storm.

Chen Shaohua spreads out the left palm slowly. yuan qi between Heaven and Earth gathers into the palm of Chen Shaohua as soon as it finds an exit. In a moment, it will condense into a White Lotus with a bud to be put out. White Lotus exudes a lustrous luster, slowly blooming in the hands of Chen Shaohua, the blooming split second, Chen Shaohua grabbed the White Lotus flower with its right hand, and then slowly raised its hand. The silver White Lotus fairy sword bloomed with a dazzling silver light. Ye Qingyu appeared before the eyes again. .

He finally summoned the White Lotus fairy sword again.

White Lotus Xianjian appeared, Tempest Platform was shrouded in silver.

A holy and pure Aura spreads out. Chen Shaohua is holding the White Lotus fairy sword, his clothes are fluttering, his legacy is independent, and he is like a fairy.

The immortal sword is in hand, and the momentum of Chen Shaohua suddenly soars.

The exquisite lotus flower in his left palm has disappeared after the White Lotus immortal sword is pulled out, and behind him, a huge lotus-shaped halo gradually appears, which makes Chen Shaohua look like an immortal.

The thrilling power Aura is revealed from Chen Shaohua.

"Eh? It ’s a lot stronger than when I came to the tea plantation on the same day ... the Great One Sect's heritage cannot be underestimated."

Ye Qingyu moved.

But his footsteps didn't stop. He looked as usual and continued to approach Chen Shaohua step by step.

"Let you know, what is the real White Lotus Sword kill!"

Chen Shaohua roars with a sword in both hands.

I saw White Lotus immortal sword as a peacock opening the screen to become two, two, three and three million, endless, the bright sword shadow almost flooded the entire Tempest Platform.

When watching the crowds around, I just felt that my eyes were stinging, but I didn't dare to force them directly.

Compared with ten days ago, the sword image already transformed from the White Lotus fairy sword at this time is condensed into an entity. In addition to those top big names, many martial arts expert and even already are unclear which of the ten thousand sword images is White Lotus The ontology.

"The old skills are re-applied? Oh, is Qianqi donkey poor?" Ye Qingyu sneered, and said, "Okay, let you know, what is real power."

He has finally moved.

The attack works.

Gently hold your right fist.

The lilac denim loomed on his fist.

Slowly punch out.

The moment before, the punch was weak, it seemed to help the wind and the willow.

A moment later, a thunder burst from the punch.

Thunder in a silent place.

Everyone hasn't responded yet. There is a loud noise in the void, as if the sky was blown.

Boom!

霎 The lightning flashes and thunders in time.

The endless purple flame, like the sky's wrath, erupted from his fist.

Purple rays of light flooded Heaven and Earth.

White Lotus The radiance of the immortal sword was drowned, eroded, destroyed, and annihilated ...

"What the **** ... how?"

Chen Shaohua's pupils reflected a purple awn, making his suddenly panic-stricken face look extremely shy.

Oncoming is a power he can barely understand.

In front of this kind of power, Chen Shaohua has almost no struggle. He feels like a rice husk that has fallen into the stormy Ocean.

"Ahhhhh ... how could this be happening?"

He exclaimed in horror.

The power of the White Lotus fairy sword in the hand dissipated, shaking madly, being crushed and crushed by the oncoming purple fist print, wailing out of hand, being shocked by Zhenfei, and the purple thunderbolt Slowly pushed and crushed, Chen Shaohua only felt that he was blocked by this horrible force, unable to struggle to escape, and was about to be crushed into fragments.

"噗 ..."

He fired a blood arrow from gasping.

The chest collapsed instantly, and the bones shattered. split second's whole body bones did not know how many were broken, and the flesh was blurred.

"No ..." If Chen Shaohua yells frantically, his eyes are full of unwillingness and resentment-

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