Volume 2, Chapter 24: The sword immortal comes to the mortal world and slashes through the world with one sword.

However, Ye Tingmu only replied calmly,

"Tiancao."

Then he raised the sword.

Directly pointing at everyone.

"I'm going to kill you all with one sword, all irrelevant people, please get out of the way."

At this moment, the crowd stared and gasped.

"Oh my goodness... When did this tough guy appear in the East China Sea? How come I didn't know about it?"

"Let's not discuss his strength for now. Just based on his courage, I'd like to call him the strongest in the East China Sea."

"Fuck, that's too crazy, I like it."

"Stop talking, I'm exhausted."

Long Yuan's body was shaking.

Two streaks of blood appeared at the corners of his eyes.

His face became hideous.

Behind the naked upper body, seven dragon balls glowed red.

Blood-colored lines emerged.

A raging flame ignited around him at this moment.

"Boy, today I will let you know what it means that there is always someone better than you."

"Ah... the dragon soul has come to me."

He didn't dare to be careless. After all, the opponent had killed Canghaiyuan with one sword, so he used his ultimate move right away.

Suddenly, a dragon roar was heard out of nowhere.

The wind blew five thousand miles.

Possessed by a fire dragon soul.

The energy around Long Yuan was rapidly surging.

The muscles were red like branding iron.

The shadow of a red dragon appeared behind him.

When its wings are spread, it is a thousand meters long.

He stomped his foot on the ground.

As the earth cracked, it leaped into the sky.

The eyes filled with blood-red mist looked down upon Ye Tingmu.

Then you can see raging flames burning the sky and pouring down from the sky.

At this moment, his strength is already on par with those who have entered the saint realm.

This is also his biggest trump card.

All reliance.

Many people in the Seven Divine Kingdom team showed ecstasy on their faces.

They all shouted.

"Longyuan!"

“Longyuan!!!”

"This kid is doomed. I didn't expect the young master to release the Fire Dragon Soul as soon as he made a move. He wants to burn the other person to death in one breath."

"Too powerful! A fire dragon will appear, the scorching sun will burn, and everything in the world will be reduced to dust."

When Dongfang Qingzhu saw this scene, her pretty face was full of worry.

Her hand grasped the hilt of Huaxue's sword.

Purple lightning moved across its body.

The others also looked frightened and worried.

Although they knew that Ye Tingmu was very powerful, the dragon source possessed by the dragon soul in front of them made them feel the pressure that only a powerful person who had entered the saint realm should have.

Li Gao gritted his teeth.

"It seems that the rumors are true. The dragon source possessed by the dragon soul has the strength to break through the realm of sainthood."

"Ye Tingmu, you are the first person of your generation to die from this move of mine."

At this time, Ye Tingmu still looked calm, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

How to say it, he was a little surprised at the strength of Long Yuan in front of him.

But it's harmless.

Although it was unexpected, it was controllable.

He held the sword in front of his chest.

Then he gently stroked the sword with his fingertips.

From bottom to top.

Then his eyes suddenly opened.

A cold light shot out.

"One sword shakes thousands of mountains, one sword destroys the vast sky."

"This sword, named Eight Desolations Silence, will annihilate my enemies here."

The words fell.

The sword comes out.

The wind howled.

Dark clouds appeared out of nowhere above the sky.

Covering the sky and the sun.

The terrifying pressure came from between heaven and earth, omnipresent and omnipresent.

A shadow rose from the ground behind Ye Tingmu.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang...a hundred zhang.

His clothes fluttered in the wind and his hair hung high.

A sword robe fluttering in the wind.

White beard scattered.

At first glance, this is a sword immortal.

Look carefully, this is a sword immortal.

He is between heaven and earth, looking down upon all living things.

He closed his eyes, held the sword in his left arm, and then raised it high until it was above his head.

At this moment, the people around were completely numb.

Some were so scared that they collapsed to the ground, while others were so shocked that they were stunned.

If we say that the dragon source in front of us has reached the saint realm after fusing with the dragon soul, its strength has already reached the saint realm.

Then the shadow behind Ye Tingmu gave them the feeling of being holy.

Moreover, this kind of visual impact gives people a trance-like feeling of being above a saint or an immortal.

Long Yuan roared, his eyes full of fear.

"This is impossible, how could it be possible? It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion."

Every word he spoke was accompanied by a dragon's roar.

At this time, such panicked and confused sounds echoed throughout the entire canyon.

Ye Tingmu always had a faint smile on his face.

"Impotent and furious, destroy it."

At this moment, the huge phantom of the sword immortal suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed.

Then the huge sword was swung out.

What followed was a sword energy.

Tens of thousands of meters in the air.

Falling suddenly.

Long Yuan's pupils constricted. He wanted to escape, but found that there was no way to escape.

He could only mobilize all the energy in his body and transform it into a barrier of flames.

In an attempt to resist the power of the sword.

But obviously he was overthinking it.

The sword energy fell and cut through his barrier as if it were an empty space.

Then came the shadow of a giant dragon, which let out an unwilling roar and shattered into pieces.

“Ah…No.”

"Not good, run."

Chi Lin bit his finger and formed a seal to attract talismans.

Cursing inwardly.

"Reckless man!"

The next second, the sword energy that killed Long Yuan instantly enveloped the entire Seven Gods Kingdom.

Boom boom....

Boom boom....

Boom boom...

Huge noises came one after another, one louder than the other.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are breaking apart.

The explosion caused a thousand waves.

The huge shock wave spread out for thousands of meters.

Huge gullies appeared on the ground, crisscrossing each other.

In the distant mountains and rivers, all the beasts were frightened and fled in all directions.

It is no exaggeration to say that this scene was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

There was a mist deep in the Wanshou Mountain.

No light could enter, it was pitch black, but at this moment two blood-red eyes suddenly lit up.

Just staring into the distance.

As the sword energy fell, the shadow of the sword immortal behind Ye Tingmu also dissipated.

He looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Although the skill description said that one sword could move mountains, he thought it was a bit exaggerated.

But this sword really opened up the vast expanse of land.

With just this one sword strike, who the hell can withstand it except a saint?

He was not exaggerating. The power of this sword was so great that even a saint with a weak constitution would have suffered some scratches.

As for those below the Saint, he can be sure that they can all be abused.

The roar gradually dissipated at this time.

Getting smaller and smaller.

It's getting farther and farther away.

Instead, there were shouts, roars, screams, and cries of grief.

Wait until the dust has completely settled.

The scene before my eyes could only be described as shocking.

The originally grand gathering place of the Seven Gods.

It's a devastating scene at the moment.

There was blood everywhere, broken limbs, and bodies that were completely disfigured.

At a glance, only one in ten survivors remains.

And they were all seriously injured.

There was despair on their faces.

There was fear in his eyes.

Such a sword was swung from the hands of a wandering person.

They don't want to believe it, they prefer to believe that it's just a dream.

A terrible nightmare.

Ye Tingmu looked at the bloody ground and couldn't help but click his tongue, thinking: "Shh... too tragic, this is not my fault."