Volume 2, Chapter 143 The war begins.
The sound of the word "punish" resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Like the morning bell and evening drum, ringing in his ears, it is deafening.
The coalition forces stopped.
Baisheng lowered his brows.
Such a sword that opens up the sky is so powerful that it is shocking.
In the wilderness, the sound is still lingering and the dust is still lingering.
Hundred Saints flew into the air, their eyes flashing coldly, yet they were also afraid.
Through the vast sky, you can see Ye Tingmu standing facing the wind.
The waist is straight.
His eyes were as bright as torches, and even facing such a situation, he was still full of disdain.
The corners of his mouth were lazy and casual, and he looked unusually calm.
Chi Mei, one of the four great ancestors of the Wu clan, looked at Ye Tingmu with peach blossoms in his eyes.
Smiling face.
"It seems that what my great-granddaughter said is indeed true. Ye Tingmu is truly an extraordinary man. With such courage and appearance, he is truly unparalleled in the world."
The dragon ancestor snorted coldly.
"Hmph... It's undeniable that this boy has some talent, but today, he's still going to die here."
He took a step forward, and soon a flaming spear appeared in his hand.
The sharp tip of the gun was filled with flames.
He then shouted loudly.
"Ye Tingmu, I am Long Youtian, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan. I have come here today to kill you. If you know what's good for you and surrender, I will leave you with an intact body. You can choose the place of burial for me."
Upon hearing this, Jinghong refused to do it.
He immediately grabbed his waist and yelled, "You are unworthy, old man. You are still swimming like a dragon. I think you are sleepwalking. Run away if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, my eldest brother's 40-meter-long sword will crush you flat..."
Once the stunning words are spoken, they will flow endlessly.
The offensive was extremely fierce.
A group of saints, saints, or other people.
I have never met a child like this.
A child without any cultivation, pointing at a saint and cursing him?
This is indeed an eye-opener.
I can only say that this child is very courageous and will become a great man in the future.
Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes slightly and encouraged Jinghong from time to time.
"Good scolding, little sister. Keep it up."
Being scolded like this by a junior, the dragon clan ancestor Long Youtian's face was very gloomy.
Now seeing Ye Tingmu like this, he became even more enraged.
The corners of his eyes instantly turned scarlet and filled with a bloody mist.
The raging flames burned all over the body.
A terrifying flame broke out.
This scene made Jinghong, who was cursing, stunned for a moment.
Then he complained, "Hey, don't be so depressed. My brother said he would self-immolate and ascend to heaven, but that's a cult trick. How can you still believe that at your age?"
"Enough..." Long Youtian roared.
He stared at Ye Tingmu intently and said, "Ye Tingmu, do you dare to fight with me?"
Ye Tingmu folded his arms across his chest and grinned, "You're not worthy."
"You are so arrogant. Take my shot."
After saying that, he rushed forward to kill.
How could he tolerate being humiliated like this?
Ye Tingmu shook his head.
His expression changed from before, becoming more solemn, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"I said, whoever crosses this sword will be killed. You are..." As he spoke, his palm had already grasped the thunder.
Electricity and wind are running all over the body.
Then he raised his head and shouted angrily.
"Don't you understand what people are saying?"
After saying.
The thunder is unsheathed.
In an instant, Ye Tingmu disappeared from everyone's sight.
When he reappeared, he was at the top of the sky.
There was a burst of thunder and lightning all around his body.
The mournful wind howled.
He came with thunder.
This sword is called: Thunder.
Seeing this scene, solemnity appeared in the eyes of the saints who were still there.
They all exclaimed.
"So fast!"
Long Youtian was not surprised, as it was expected that the swordsman would be very fast.
Since Ye Tingmu can kill the saint, how can he be too ordinary?
He charged his spear.
A fatal blow.
"Dragon roar."
“Ah…”
A dragon roared, and flames rose ten thousand meters into the sky.
Like a raging tide of beasts, it pounced towards Ye Tingmu.
Thunder then broke through the air.
The roar started again.
As the evil wind blew, the flames that burned the sky became even more violent.
"That's it?"
Faced with the ridicule, Ye Tingmu raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
No words.
Instead, he launched the Eight Desolate Sword.
The sword's edge was crisp and dyed red by the flames.
He stroked the sword gently, from bottom to top.
"Destroy the eight wastelands."
A pressure that did not belong to this world appeared out of nowhere.
Filling the heaven and earth.
The shadow of the sword immortal descends upon the mortal world.
In just a moment, it covered half the sky.
Without waiting for Long Youtian to react.
The sword in the shadow's hand slashed down.
A mighty sword fell from the sky.
Overwhelming.
The raging sword energy swept across the wasteland.
It instantly swallowed up Long Youtian in front of it.
The flames that had just reached the sky were also shattered at this moment.
Turned into nothingness.
The vast wilderness is in desolation, and the mountains are endless.
At the same time, endless sword intent also rushed towards the coalition forces of a hundred countries behind Long Youtian.
Upon seeing this, the saints quickly released their defensive techniques to block the sword intent that was whistling towards them.
Protect the people behind you.
"Good boy, this sword has the power to kill a saint."
"Indeed... But it's not enough to kill the old dragon."
Above the sky, a huge mushroom cloud appeared out of nowhere.
However, Long Youtian who was in the middle of it was not seriously injured.
The sword energy has already broken through.
The spear only hit Ye Tingmu's eyebrows.
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly.
I have to say, this old guy is really something.
He took his Eight Desolate Sword at such a close distance, yet was completely unharmed.
"Boy, this isn't all you're capable of, is it?"
Looking at Long Youtian who was about to kill him, Ye Tingmu danced the thunder in his hand again.
"In that case, I can only use this sword."
"The sword is called Divine Punishment. You take it."
A sad wind came from nowhere.
Sweeping across thousands of miles.
Just a moment.
The blue sky turned pitch black.
Thunder rumbles.
The sound echoes.
The sky and the earth changed color.
However, Long Youtian had no intention of stopping.
"Play tricks, take another shot from me."
"I told you, you don't deserve it."
After saying that, Ye Tingmu shot up.
Walking in the sky.
At this moment, tens of thousands of thunders fell and gathered around him.
Exploded instantly.
Transformed into thousands of purple lightning snakes.
While tearing the space, he also followed Ye Tingmu to kill.
When Long Youtian saw this scene, an unnatural look of fear appeared in his eyes.
He admitted that he felt a little weak at the moment.
Gave up attacking and chose defense.
It was at this moment that Ye Tingmu suddenly attacked.
The exploding thunder filled the sky.
Countless people looked up.
There were different looks in their eyes.
The soldiers of the Kyushu Army are waiting, waiting for Ye Tingmu, their Sword King to win.
But I also feel worried.
It takes so much strength to kill one person, but what if all the opponents come together to attack?
The result is predictable.
But at this moment they don't want to think about those things.
Above the nine heavens, two figures were still attacking.
Ye Tingmu always carries countless thunder tribulations with him and launches indiscriminate attacks.
Long Youtian could only defend passively.
He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
My realm is obviously higher than his, so why am I being beaten?
Moreover, he saw that Ye Tingmu looked relaxed, as if he had not used his full strength at all.
But looking back at myself, I have already tried my best.
If this continues, I will definitely fail.
He gritted his teeth and stopped trying to be tough.
"My son, come and help me!"
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