Chapter 1691: Sweeping all the geniuses!

The Heaven-shaking Finger, the Four Elephants Flying to the Sky Technique, and the Xiaofeng Sword Formation are all the most powerful magical powers and secret techniques in the three ancient cities. A single one of them can instantly kill the same level. At this time, the three magical powers come out at the same time, and the Golden Core Realm monks Everyone will feel pressure.

But the transformation happened in the blink of an eye.

The figure shrouded in brilliance suddenly stepped forward. Without any magic skills, he directly raised his hand and punched out in the air.

"boom!"

A deafening roar sounded, and the Sky-Shaking Finger that fell from the sky stopped in mid-air, and then shattered inch by inch in an extremely astonishing manner, and the figure of Yan Liuyun emerged from it.

His face was full of astonishment, as if he was in a false illusion.

"You actually broke my Heaven-Shaking Finger?" Yan Liuyun was shocked.

"Your magical powers are too inferior. With this strength, how can you be confident in provoking me?" Ye Chunyang showed a hint of disdain and took another step forward.

The Heaven-shaking Finger, which was so powerful before, was completely destroyed by fragments of light. The aftermath of the ferocious punch filled the air like a tidal wave. Yan Liuyun immediately turned pale and took three steps back before he could regain his balance.

Yan Liuyun was horrified. At this moment, he actually felt the pain of the internal organs in his body being displaced, and his energy and blood were surging.

Ye Chunyang's punch directly consumed most of his energy.

However, since Yan Liuyun was the Holy Son of Liuyue City, he was naturally not an easy person. He immediately poured out a side of the elixir and swallowed it, then made another incantation and clicked it out with a snap of his fingers.

"Do you think you will have a chance to use Skyshaking Finger?"

In the radiance that filled the sky, a sarcastic sneer came out, and Ye Chunyang appeared out of the sky, standing in the air like a god.

"What a speed!"

Yan Liuyun was really shocked at this moment. In just two breaths, the opponent was approaching again. How far had his cultivation level reached!

He quickly cast a spell to block, and a screen of bright white light appeared in front of him, protecting his whole body, like the moonlight in the starry sky, mysterious and unpredictable.

The next moment, Yan Liuyun's eyes widened with a huge look of fear.

Ye Chunyang turned his fist into a palm and shot it in the air.

"Click" sound!

Before Yan Liuyun could defend himself, the magic power around his body suddenly retracted, and all the light curtains retracted from his body.

Everything was suddenly calm.

The moment Ye Chunyang's palm took the photo, Yan Liuyun's feet shot into the ground, and then all the way down, the whole person was shot into the dojo, and there was no sound in the blink of an eye.

The young monks opened their eyes with tears in their eyes.

Another Holy Son was crushed!

The fate will be the same as that of Yan Feiyu and Mo Wubian!

"Yan Liuyun!"

"How can he be so fierce that he can even defeat Liuyue City's Sky-Shaking Finger?"

Wei Shiyi and Su Zimo's expressions changed greatly.

If Yan Feiyu and Mo Wubian were defeated by one blow before because they underestimated the enemy, they were well prepared. Yan Liuyun even used the magical power of Shaking the Sky Finger at the bottom of the box.

Even this can't suppress the monk named Ye. Isn't this person too powerful?

The two looked at each other and saw the fear in their eyes.

They realized that they still underestimated the other party, but now that the magical power was released, there was no way to take it back. Immediately, their magic power was ramped up, and the power of the Four Elephants Flying to the Sky Technique and the Xiaofeng Sword Formation surged.

"My surname is Ye, if you can accept this note, the two of us are willing to leave and never appear in front of you again!" Wei Shiyi shouted sternly, and the four holy beasts behind him roared like mountains. .

The sound of "rumbling" resounded endlessly, the dojo was torn apart, and countless dust, smoke and gravel flew out, with the power of destroying the heaven and earth.

Wei Shiyi once used this magical power to overwhelm a master of the Jindan Realm in his family. In the end, the two fought to a draw. Because of this battle, Wei Shiyi ranked among the top three saints in the seven ancient cities. Any monk of the same level could not see him. He had to retreat three feet.

But when the phantoms of the four holy beasts came thundering towards him, Wei Shiyi was suddenly startled.

I saw Ye Chunyang wave his palm lightly.

A huge palm print suddenly appeared in the void, a rainbow of golden light, like the power of a god, dazzling with brilliance.

"Boom!"

The green dragon phantom that rushed first was slapped on the head by a big hand, and disappeared instantly. Then the big hand turned again, and directly pressed the three holy beast phantoms of White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu under Wei Shiyi's unbelievable eyes. Rubbing on the ground.

However, in an instant, the Four Elephants Flying to Heaven technique was shattered by Ye Chunyang's slap.

"What?"

Wei Eleven's eyes showed great horror, and he hurriedly wanted to pull away.

"You go too."

Ye Chunyang didn't even look at Wei Eleven and waved his palms casually.

"boom!"

The palm print was so powerful that it hit Wei Shiyi's chest like an overwhelming force. His body arched like a prawn, and a large cloud of blood mist spat out from his mouth. Then a fourth human-shaped pit appeared on the ground, and Yan Liuyun San As a human being, Wei Shiyi was also slapped into the ground.

"you!"

Su Zimo's body trembled wildly.

Among the seven saints, except Han Xiaoxiao and the one from Tianshuang City who was not present, all others were taken care of by Ye Chunyang, and he was the only one left!

"Is he a Golden Core monk?" Su Zimo was a little scared.

Four consecutive Holy Sons from the ancient city were casually suppressed. Is this something a monk in the Spirit Transformation Realm can do?

However, what shocked Su Zimo even more was that he still could not see Ye Chunyang's true cultivation level, which made him feel very unsure.

"Hmph! Even if you can break through Yan Liuyun's Heaven-Shaking Finger and Wei Shiyi's Four Elephants Flying to Heaven Technique, you may not be able to break through my Sao Feng Sword Formation."

"Ye, I want your life today!"

Su Zimo's face turned crazy.

Although Ye Chunyang's true realm has not yet been discovered, he is not afraid at all as long as the opponent does not have the cultivation aura of the Golden Core realm.

On the contrary, the other saint sons have been defeated. If he can win in the end, he will be famous in the future, surpassing the genius of Tianshuang City.

Immediately, the brilliance around Su Zimo suddenly increased, and his fingers connected in the air.

A sweet and clear sound came.

There were originally only dozens of sword energy around Su Zimo, but it instantly increased to hundreds, covering the entire dojo.

But as the sword formation surged, his face turned slightly pale, and his breath fluctuated violently, as if his vitality was seriously injured.

"Hundreds of Xiaofeng Swords! I'm afraid only the golden elixir masters in Shanhai City can display this, right? Su Zimo can have this strength when he has reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm. He is worthy of being the second-ranked existence among the seven saints."

Someone in the audience exclaimed.

Su Zimo is different from other saints in the ancient city.

Among the Seven Holy Sons, Su Zimo's magical power is higher than that of Yan Liuyun and Wei Shiyi. It can be said that as long as the Tianjiao from Tianshuang City does not appear, he will be the veritable number one among the Seven Holy Sons, while Shanhai City The unheralded secret Xiaofeng Sword Formation, the higher the cultivation level, the more sword energy is condensed, and the power is doubled accordingly.

It was rumored that Su Zimo could condense more than 70 Sao Feng Swords at most, but now the number has suddenly increased to over a hundred, which can be said to be very powerful.

"These one hundred and ninety-seven Howling Feng Swords are my real means of defeating you. If I cannot defeat you today, I, Su Zimo, will not be able to come out of seclusion from now on until I have mastered the sixty-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven swords." !”

Su Zimo said in a deep voice.

The sixty-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven swords of the Xiao Feng Sword Formation are the pinnacle. Only one ancestor of the Shanhai City inheritance has been able to master it. No one has this magical power since then. Su Zimo is forcing himself to a dead end.

"A small sword formation is insignificant. Since you are so confident, I will show you what a sword formation is."

Ye Chunyang shook his sleeves.

In an instant, there was a thunderous wave, countless silver-white lightnings rushed out, and eighty-one death swords circled like spiritual snakes, sharp in the air.

These eighty-one flying swords are not as numerous as Su Zimo's Xiaofeng Sword Formation, but they have a unique power to absorb sunlight. Under the sunlight, each flying sword reaches the power of an upper-level spiritual treasure, and its sharpness Pierce the sky.

"What kind of flying sword is this? It can absorb sunlight and enhance spiritual power?"

Taoist Qinggu and Mrs. Han both looked surprised.

At their level, they have seen many treasures, but they have never heard of Ye Chunyang's flying sword that can absorb sunlight and increase spiritual power.

"Was Yang Feng's Bengyun Fan defeated by this sword array just now?" Taoist Qinggu raised his eyebrows, with a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

The fight between Ye Chunyang and Yang Feng was so fast that he didn't even see it clearly. He could only vaguely feel that Ye Chunyang seemed to have some powerful magic weapon in his hand. Even the Benyun Fan, which was imitated from the Feiyun Fan, was defeated by it.

Now it seems that it is probably these eighty-one mysterious flying swords.

"Master, these eighty-one flying swords should be made from the Heavenly Thunderwood found in ancient tombs in the Northern Territory. However, this object cannot absorb sunlight. When did Master master such magical powers?" Bai Feng was surprised. murmured.

He asked himself that he knew a lot about Ye Chunyang, but every time he met, the other party's magical powers were shocking, and Bai Feng also doubted what he had seen for a while.

"Su Zimo is done."

Han Xiaoxiao shook his head secretly.

Ye Chunyang's eighty-one flying swords made her feel oppressed. If there was any treasure that could compete with it, it was probably the Tongtian Lingbao.

And at the moment when the swords were launched, the sword formation faintly emitted the power of heavenly thunder that could kill everything. Compared with Su Zimo's Xiaofeng Sword Formation, it was really far behind.

Just as Han Xiaoxiao expected, eighty-one death swords flew across the sky, countless thunder and lightning surged down, a thousand sword formations rushed like rain, the sword light around Su Zimo shattered one by one, and disappeared in less than three breaths. .

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Killing all the Xiaofeng Swords with one blow, the eighty-one flying swords flew into the air again, gathering into a giant sword that cut through the sky and slashed down.

"Plop!"

Su Zimo's face turned pale. Under the pressure of the giant sword, he knelt down on his knees, unable to raise his head.

He couldn't believe that the 197-year-old Xiao Feng Sword was enough to fight Jin Dan Xiaocheng, but it couldn't even resist Ye Chunyang's sword. Su Zimo suddenly couldn't even think of resistance.

"boom!"

The dazzling silver sword flower fell and quickly dissipated. A fifth human-shaped hole appeared in the dojo.

The second-ranked Holy Son of the Ancient City was also photographed underground.

The entire city lord's palace fell into deathly silence again.

Looking at the several human-shaped potholes in the dojo, the faces of all the young talents on the coast of the South China Sea were ashen.

In just a few short seconds, all the five saints who pushed all the geniuses and came to power to provoke were crushed. Looking at the younger generation of Nanhai, who else can stand a fight?