Chapter 67 It's easy to kill you

The huge main sword spirit seemed to be materialized, like a real sword, splitting at the old man sweeping the tomb with a soft sword. In the face of this huge sword spirit, everything seems so small.

Xiao Yichen is dull and can't understand the power of Ye Hetu. The power of this sword is completely different from his previous sword, not to mention the casual attack of Ye Hetu.

It's not just him, but also many people have seen this sword.

He Changfeng looked at the huge sword spirit formed excitedly and said, "It turns out that the master said that the sword is the real essence of Chinese martial arts. I have never believed it. Today, I finally saw it!"

When the white-shirted man saw the old tomb sweeper who was forced back by the sword spirit, he smiled bitterly and said, "I heard that he can play Yang's Tai Chi. I still want to compete with him. Now it seems that he is completely humiliated."

The man in white shirt is surnamed Chen, and his name is Daoling.

The descendant of Chen's Taiji.

The old man who sweeps the tomb felt the pressure in the main sword, so he was no longer silent. The tip of the soft sword touched the ground, instantly provoked dozens of yellow sand, and quickly formed in the air.

The sword spirit has arrived.

The yellow sand forms a earth shield in the blink of an eye, resisting it a foot in front of it.

Jianqi and Huangsha came into contact with each other, making a deafening sound.

This is not over yet.

The yellow sand shield, which seems to be not weaker than the sword spirit, is penetrated by the sword spirit. The volume of the sword spirit has doubled, but the power seems to be more pure. He split down at the old man who was sweeping the tomb.

"Ah!"

The old man who sweeps the tomb roared, and his clothes were torn, revealing the ** strong upper body, and the figure full of domineering and violence showed an extraordinary past.

The Supreme of that year is back!

He held the soft sword in his right hand and instilled the power. The soft sword did not shake again, but the force he poured turned into a hard sword!

Hold the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword penetrates towards the oncoming sword spirit.

The flame of the electric stone.

makes a series of explosions.

This move was taken over by the old tomb sweeper.

Ye Hetu, the originator, did not look this way. He couldn't take his eyes off the corner where the sword flew. What I'm more concerned about is who is hiding in that place, so that he can inadvertently detect the existence of the breath.

The sword that flew out immediately flew back, and there were a few drops of blood on the Xueliang sword, which made Ye Hetu stunned and failed!

"Who is hiding where!"

Ye Hetu's cold eyes swept over the unknown corner, with a murderous look on his face. How could the person who could make him treat him like this be ordinary people?

Because of that breath, it disappeared again.

There is no voice to answer, and there is a dead silence.

After taking the fierce blow from Ye Hetu, the old tomb-sweeping man obviously noticed a trace of strangeness, but he was more concerned about what else Ye Hetu could have to kill him.

"You are the first person in more than ten years to force me to this point."

** The strong upper-fits tomb-sweeping old man looked at Ye Hetu and said, if his hair had not turned gray, otherwise others would not regard him as an old man at first sight.

Ye Hetu picked up his sword and pointed to the old man who was sweeping the tomb. His young face was a little mature, but the smile on his mouth was cynical and did not care about anything. He said disdainfully, "Supreme, right? Don't think you used to be very powerful. I'm afraid of you today. To be honest, I may be afraid of a few people in China, but among these people, there is no Supreme."

"What a big tone!" The evil spirit of the tomb-sweeping old man burst out and sneered. If he could teach such an arrogant disciple, the master must also be an arrogant person.

"Is the tone too big? You will know in a while." Ye Hetu stroked the sword in his hand and said easily.

It's time to get something to watch the door for the old man to see, otherwise people will say that I'm bluffing.

Do what you want.

Ye Hetu simply rushed to the grave-sweeping old man with a sword.

The old man who sweeps the tomb frowned again. He didn't understand what else Ye Hetu was going to make.

It is only ten meters away from the grave sweeper.

The shadow of Ye Hetu changed from two to two, four to eight. The speed was extremely fast, and he surrounded the tomb-sweeper with a sword.

"The art of carving insects." The old man who sweeps the tomb sneered.

The sword in his hand swept out.

Every time you pierce an angle, a shadow dissipates.

When the tip of the sword draws a circle, it means that all the shadows dissipate.

But what about people?

There is no body of Ye Hetu on the ground, and there is no person of Ye Hetu.

A big living person disappeared again.

He Changfeng's eyes widened in the distance. He didn't see clearly how the master disappeared. Agaganto also did not see how the leaf river map disappeared.

"Why is this like this?" He Changfeng couldn't help asking.

"Pay attention to the old man's reaction." Agaganto looked at the old man who was sweeping the tomb and said in a low voice.

The old man who sweeped the tomb actually closed his eyes at this moment and his ears shook slightly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, held a sword in his right hand, and stabbed into a blank place.

"Bang!!!"

It was stabbed.

Ye Hetu's whole person unexpectedly appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

Xiao Yichen, Chen Daoling, He Changfeng, Agagantuo, and the faces of people hidden in the dark emerged with incomparable shock. If the disappearance of a person out of thin air makes them feel strange, then the appearance of that person out of thin air makes them feel unbelievable.

"How did you do it?" He Changfeng, who couldn't help it, said unsteadily. The boy of the Bing Dilang family slipped away with this move, and the master used the same move. How could he not be shocked?

Agaganto thought for a long time and said slowly, "He hasn't disappeared."

Then, Agaganto said another possibility that he couldn't even believe.

"The reason why we can't see it is that he is too fast."

The two swords touch each other again.

The sword wave spread around again.

Ye Hetu's attack did not stop there. He pulled back his sword and killed the head of the tomb-sweeping old man. His strength and angle were extremely tricky. Twenty years ago, the supreme was not so easy to deal with.

A backhanded sword resisted Ye Hetu's sword.

The communication between the two swords sends out a string of sparks.

The sword body is still intact.

Ye Hetu suddenly became crazy and waved more than a dozen swords one after another, each of which was fierce and domineering.

The sword in the hand of the old man sweeping the tomb began to have a trace of trembling.

People who are familiar with kendo know that swords are flexible and exquisite, and swordsmanship is naturally flexible. However, the use of Ye Hetu completely violates this truth. A sword was used by him like a knife and was chaotic.

Ye Hetu still did not stop the "spatching firewood" style of swordsmanship. It seems to have endless strength. In the hands of Ye Hetu, the power of each sword is enough to split a tree half a meter in diameter.

At the beginning, the grave sweeper was able to deal with it calmly. After a long time, he felt a little difficult. This feeling had never existed before. Ye Hetu's messy swordsmanship was the first time for him to experience it.

There is no rule to follow at all, and naturally there is no way to crack it.

This young man has such a magnificent power. Who on earth can teach such an apprentice!

Boom!

Another strong confrontation.

Ye Hetu finally flashed away and gasped slightly 20 meters away.

"It's a good fight, come again!"

After saying a word, Ye Hetu rushed to the tomb-sweeping old man again and launched the second round of offensive. This time, it was different from the last time.

Because Ye Hetu uses real swordsmanship.

It is winding and ingenious, bit by bit.

The eyes of the old tomb sweeper shined brilliantly, and he finally knew what Ye Hetu was.

In the land of China, there is a sect of swordsmanship that has been passed down from generation to generation, called Kunlun.

In those years, Shura withdrew from the world because he had been to a place before.

Kunlun.

Since Shura was not dead, he absolutely did not get any benefits in Kunlun, so he chose to retire. The Supreme doesn't know why Shura went to Kunlun, but after Shura went to Kunlun, there has been no news for so many years. Many people thought he was dead, and Supreme also thought so.

This young man must be from Kunlun!

Ye Hetu's swordsmanship is unpredictable. Only Kunlun can have such a profound swordsmanship. How strong is Kunlun? Except for an unfathomable Xuanyuan family, the rest is Kunlun, an ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. How many amazing people can be born with thousands of years of rich background? How many mysterious swordsmanship tributaries can be born? I'm afraid the old and breathless sect is not clear about this problem.

The old tomb sweeper suddenly found that the young man in front of him may really have the strength to kill him. The place where Shura fell from the detective was Kunlun, and now there is a young man from Kunlun standing in front of him. Twenty years ago, there was also a young man in Kunlun who let people outside the world see the strength of Kunlun, but soon after the young man appeared, he returned to the sect, and there was no news from then on.

The man's name is Song Tianyun.

Ye Hetu's swordsmanship changed like a flower, with cold stars, shooting at the old man sweeping the tomb.

All the cold stars were taken over by the soft sword in the hands of the grave sweeper.

The corners of Ye Hetu's mouth raised a range.

Throw away the sword in his hand.

The old tomb sweeper was so distracted that he did not dare to despise Ye Hetu. No matter what Ye Hetu does, he must step up his defense. No one from Kunlun is normal.

Because he once had a relationship with a man named Song Tianyun.

Complete defeat.

Wow. Ye Hetu's figure disappeared again. This is indeed a visual error caused by the extreme speed. How many pieces can the speed of Ye Hetu have? It will be beyond the scope of human perception.

The old man sweeping the tomb used his dagger and kept stabbing out.

One sword, two swords.

I haven't been exposed to anything.

A pair of fists have approached his body.

Throw away the sword in his hand, revealing the strong upper body of the tomb sweeper and Ye Hetu began a fierce hand-to-hand fight.

tun�ping ping!

The two have fought several times.

Ye Hetu, who was fighting, changed his face. He no longer intended to keep anything, and his fist strength soared several times.

The sound is louder.

A second later, the grave sweeper's body fell out heavily.

Ye Hetu, who stood, looked at the grave-sweeping old man lying on the ground without any complacency, nor did he perform with all his best.

This is not a level of battle at all.

"Twenty years ago, the supreme was not as strong as the peak of the dragon list, and today's supreme is even worse than twenty years ago." Ye Hetu slowly said seriously to the grave sweeper on the ground.

"It's easy to kill you."