Too weird!

Zhang Yi's cultivation level is obviously much higher than Ye Qingtian, but he is playing with it in his palm, just like a toy.

This is so terrible, beyond everyone's imagination.

"Ye Qingtian, I'll fight you!"

When everyone was surprised, Zhang Yi roared to the point where the cultivation level of the Death Mystery Realm was no longer reserved.

Rumble!

Such a powerful force is extremely terrifying, far stronger than Lin Yun, who is at the third level of the Death Xuan Realm. After all, he is four small realms apart.

The gods destroy all things!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, put his palms together, and the Shenxiao Sword Technique kept turning.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

A black petal suddenly flew out from his body, and a black petal was constantly rotating and expanding under his feet.

When the other party approached, the eighth level of Shenxiao Sword Technique had reached its peak.

The petals under your feet reached seventy-two, and it was obvious that the netherworld aura around Lin Yun corroded Zhang Yi's dragon essence a lot.

But this is not over yet, the Netherworld Palm Dragon Phoenix!

When the demon cauldron rises in the Dragon Yuan Sea, an extremely terrifying force gushs into the cauldron and then fills the whole body.

Deep in Lin Yun's eyes, a blood-red magic light flashed in a flash.

Lin Yun, who had his hands tied together, stretched out his right hand and patted it out.

Bang!

The two of them fought hard, and Zhang Yi broke into pieces at the touch, spitting blood in his mouth, and figures flew everywhere.

Lin Yun did not move for a moment, surrounded by the dark aura, and the petals of the darkness soared up and down.

Everyone was shocked by this scene!

If everyone was lucky enough to defeat the trick before, but now Zhang Yi is still defeated so miserably after fighting hard.

There is only one explanation: Ye Qingtian is stronger than Zhang Yi, and Ye Qingtian is able to crush Zhang Yi across four small realms.

"Nether Sword Technique!"

"This is what Qinghe Sword Saint taught him. It's not that the difficulty of practicing this sword technique is extremely terrifying. How could Ye Qingtian cultivate to such a high level!"

"It's so scary. Ye Qingtian can't mess with him..."

...

After a while, bursts of exclamations came from all directions, and countless eyes looked at Lin Yun, all with incredible expressions.

He has only died in the third level of Xuan Realm and has just been promoted to a disciple of the Holy Legend.

If you become a saint in the future, how terrifying will your strength be?

Everyone's scalp was numb and they didn't dare to think about it.

"The great sound is faint, the great way is invisible, and the great power is late! Ye Qingtian has experienced difficulties, suffered from cold eyes, and rose from the end of his life. He broke out of his cocoon and became a butterfly, soaring into the sky, and he is no longer the waste he used to be!"

An older man outside the temple sighed, and this long sigh was enlightening, just like a bell to ask people's hearts.

Many female disciples in Xuannv's Academy all blushed and their eyes were filled with bright colors.

Ye Qingtian is really amazing. Not only is the prodigal son looking back, but he can rise again in such despair.

Who can do this will?

Zhang Yue showed a solemn look on his face and said coldly: "Ye Qingtian, I really underestimate you, so let's have fun."

"Zhang Yue, are you really shameless?"

At this moment, a crisp sound rang out, and a person who had never expected it stood up.

Swish!

The sound is pleasant, like a clear spring flowing, and it still echoes in people's ears, and the person is already standing beside Lin Yun.
Chapter completed!