The imperial power covered the sky, covering the Sword Palace.

The disciples of the Ye family were already trembling with fear, their bodies were too weak to take part in such a war.

It's so fucking scary.

Every shock wave that came down made them want to vomit blood.

If you stay in front of the Sword Palace, you will either be beaten to death or shocked to death.

Seeing Ye Changsheng hanging in the air, standing domineeringly, and facing Yin Gutong and the other four fearlessly, all the disciples shed tears of envy.

This moment.

Yin Gutong and the other three had mocking expressions on their faces. Ye Changsheng's words were the funniest joke they had ever heard.

Being able to defeat Ning Wubai, Ye Changsheng is considered to be the top figure among the younger generation.

But in front of them, those in the Saint Realm were as weak as ants, and Ye Changsheng actually dared to shout at them.

Is this kid crazy?

Ye Changsheng was calm and composed, standing proudly in front of the four people, unmoved by anything. At this moment, his weak body seemed as majestic and towering as a mountain.

A small body, but with great energy.

Yin Gutong sneered, "Boy, you are just trying to stop a chariot with your bare hands. You are courting death."

Ye Changsheng said calmly: "Old man, if you want to scare me, please brush your teeth white first. Who are you trying to scare with a mouthful of yellow teeth?"

At this point, he paused and continued, "You are so arrogant, do you want to suffocate me to death?"

Yin Gutong was furious, "You are looking for death!"

Ye Changsheng waved his sleeves lightly, "Since ancient times, everyone has to die. It doesn't matter if you die early or late."

Yin Gutong was completely speechless after being confronted by Ye Changsheng. He shouted angrily, "The three of you go and kill him."

The three old men in black robes are the Platinum Assassins of the Blood Tavern. They have the cultivation level of Half-Emperor and an extraordinary status in the Blood Tavern. Only Yin Gutong dares to order them around.

Asking them to kill Ye Changsheng would be a waste of their talents, but they cannot disobey Yin Gutong's order.

Swish.

Swish.

Three figures rushed through the air, looking down and attacking Ye Changsheng. The pressure from the Half-Emperor was like mountains crushing Ye Changsheng.

Seeing the three giant palms falling, Ye Changsheng secretly activated the scales of the Candle Dragon, and black scales appeared on his body, forming a piece of armor that wrapped him up.

boom.

boom.

Three attacks fell and hit Ye Changsheng, but he was safe and sound, his figure just flew backwards.

On the other hand, the three semi-emperor warriors from the Blood Tavern stood where Ye Changsheng was before, each of them extremely shocked.

He took on the three of them head-on and yet came out unscathed. Little did he know.

The Zhulong armor on Ye Changsheng has the defensive power to block any attack from a fifth-level emperor. They are only half-emperor in strength, so it is impossible for them to hurt Ye Changsheng.

Yin Gutong narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Ye Changsheng, "He actually has such a defensive treasure, this thing should be able to block the emperor's attack, this treasure must belong to me."

He was thinking in his mind, his eyes became fiery, and his figure flashed and appeared beside the three old men.

"There's something strange about this kid. I'll kill him myself."

Yin Gutong is a genuine emperor-level expert. His figure moves like a mad rabbit, leaving only a wisp of afterimage in the void.

Seeing Yin Gutong rushing towards him, Ye Changsheng hurriedly said, "Wait, old man!"

Yin Gutong stopped and said in a fierce voice, "Why, do you want me to leave you with an intact body?"

Ye Changsheng shook his head and smiled: "No, I want to remind you, don't hit me, otherwise you might die."

Yin Gutong said coldly: "You want to bluff me? Do you think I'm stupid?"

As the sound fell.

He raised his hand and pressed down towards Ye Changsheng. The vast blood mist condensed into a giant knife, cutting towards Ye Changsheng in mid-air.

Yin Gutong looked at Ye Changsheng with indifference, as if he was a supreme being looking down on an ant.

That look is very unpleasant.

He seemed to be saying, you are so young and yet you still like to show off. I will either save your soul or kill you.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!

Just as the bloody knife was about to fall on his head, an astonishing scene happened. Four flying swords appeared around Ye Changsheng.

The vicissitudes of life, simplicity, and invincible sword power swept across.

The four swords rang together, and the sword formation spread out, forming a sword energy barrier that enveloped Ye Changsheng.

boom.

The bloody sword slashed down on the Zhu Xian sword formation, and the sword lights and shadows burst out, raging on the top of the sky.

Under the brilliant light, everyone in front of the Sword Palace raised their hands to cover their eyes and subconsciously retreated.

Oh my god, so strong?

Is he really our young master? Young master, mighty.

Young master, stand firm.

Young master, you are strong.

As endless flashes of swords and shadows crossed the sky, Yin Gutong's figure flew backwards.

This flight reached a distance of a thousand feet.

puff.

A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. Yin Gutong forced himself to support his shaky figure and suddenly raised his head to look towards Ye Changsheng.

"He rules over all living things?"

"No, that's not right. Who are you?"

Ye Changsheng restrained his aura and walked towards Yin Gutong. "I told you not to hit me, but you old man just didn't listen."

At this point, he shook his head and said helplessly: "Since ancient times, sincerity cannot be retained, only lies can win people's hearts."

"To be honest, no one believes it!"

Yin Gutong forcibly suppressed the boiling blood in his body and said angrily: "Who the hell are you!"

Ye Changsheng said calmly: "I, Ye Changsheng, will kill you."

clang.

The sword rang, silver light flashed, Ye Changsheng looked like a ghost, holding the Chaos Sword in his hand, and with a stunning move, he pointed the sword directly at Yin Gutong's brow.