The old man fell to the ground, and the earth had completely exploded, and he himself was even more dirty and looked extremely embarrassed.

Bai Ye raised his arm and grabbed the man who looked like a dead dog.

Before, he was in Wumen, and was influenced by the sword power of the God of Abandoned, and it was difficult for him to exert his strength. It was extremely difficult for a true saint to deal with. Now he is not restricted and his strength is fully opened. The ordinary true saint can easily compete!

"asshole!"

The dizzy old man suddenly came to his senses, his turbid eyes were filled with strong anger, and he roared and punched him and smashed Bai Ye's forehead.

But just as the fist was about to hit, another hand appeared and steadily caught the fist.

Bang!

The crisp sound rippled in the shattered hall.

The old man's terrifying fist hit Bai Ye's palm heavily, splashing out force patterns, but the palm was still motionless.

The old man had a ferocious face and suddenly exerted force, as if he wanted to slap him.

However, no matter how hard he exerted, he could not move the slap away at all!!

The power of the king's overlord body cannot be shaken by the true saint!

Bai Ye's physical strength has surpassed the True Saint!!

And when the potential of the king's overlord body is stimulated, the king's divine power protects his body! Bai Ye's power is far beyond that of the true saint!!!

"Hurry up, go and help uncle!!!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Tianyao immediately started to drink.

"Yes!!" The people around Yuhuai Sword Pavilion drew their long swords and rushed towards Bai Ye.

Six swords were like six cold poisonous snakes, piercing straight into Bai Ye's head, throat, heart, and lower body...

All are the key points!

But it's useless.

"What? Is this the famous Yuhua Jian Pavilion like? Is it bullying the few with more?" Bai Ye snorted coldly, suddenly exerted force, and suddenly threw the old man back.

Whoosh!!!

The man rushed towards the three people on the side like a sandbag.

Dong!

The three of them hurriedly put away their swords. Before they could hide, they were smashed to the ground by the old man's body, spitting blood one by one, and the holy power in their bodies was swollen. The power carried by the old man was like a sledgehammer.

Shaking their bodies...

People breathe tightly.

Bai Ye immediately turned his pace and killed the other three people, but he did not dodge the three swords and forced himself to resist it with his chest.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Three crisp sounds came out, and the prickly eardrums were almost cracking.

The three of them raised their eyes quickly, their faces were terrified, and before they could react, Bai Ye's fist had already hit.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Three punches hit three heads straight.

Three blood flowers exploded.

The three extreme saints fell again.

Killing is fierce and decisive, and fast people are hard to catch with their naked eyes!

There was a sensation inside and outside the hall.

Is this still a human?

Killing the extremely holy one is like slaughtering pigs and dogs!

I am afraid that the ordinary true saints cannot do this!

"This son is not a true saint!" Yu Hui said with a very pale face. His old face was covered in sweat. The man suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Tianyao: "Peace Master..."

Song Tianyao looked cold and had a serious face. He took a deep breath and walked forward.

He knew that if he didn't take action, the situation would be over.

This person cannot be resisted by the disciples of Yuhua Jian Pavilion!

Seeing this scene, everyone's breathing was tight.

Song Tianyao...is going to take action??

"This will be the battle of the true saints!!"

"The battle between the two will probably level the Feathered Sword Pavilion!"

"At this point, the rest can no longer be considered. If you cannot subdue this son, the Yuhua Sword Pavilion will no longer exist. It is better to eliminate this son at all costs, and perhaps you can turn the situation around!"

Some guests were whispering.

Sharp!

At this time, a snow light splashed out from the collapsed hall, overflowing like the scorching sun.

Everyone present was shocked and raised their eyes to stare. Only when Song Tianyao waved his hand, a snow-white and slender sword appeared in his palm.

"That is the natal divine sword of Lord Song, Tianyao Sword!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Tianyao Sword?"

"Yes, it has always been named after the name of the Lord of the Yuhua Sword Pavilion! This sword has been passed down for three generations!!"

"Three generations? Even if it's tens of thousands of years?"

"What a good sword!"

The voices of emotion came one after another.

Many powerful people looked at the sword with their eyes shining, and they all showed envy and greed.

But Song Tianyao didn't care, and he shouted loudly again.

"Where is Yuhuawei?"

"Disciple is here!"

A roar like a thunderous roar sounded around, and then a large amount of white light rushed into the sky and floated in the air.

At first glance, they were all disciples of Yuhua Jian Pavilion.

There are great saints and extreme saints! Everyone is holding a long sword in their hands, arranged in the sky with a huge sword formation pattern!

It's like a net that wraps the entire Yuhua Jian Pavilion.

"The Yuhuawei has been sacrificed! It seems that my father will definitely kill this person this time!"

Song Yuyu's thoughts.

Song Tianyao stared at Bai Ye and said lightly: "Today, I will kill the saint here. You and others block this place and do not allow this person to leave! The main reason for this pavilion is that he fell here!"

"yes!!!"

Everyone yelled together.

The momentum is soaring!

Song Tianyao nodded silently and walked towards Bai Ye with his sword.

The pace is very slow.

But every step he took, the holy power, sword power, sword intent, and sword power rose straight like a rocket.

After ten steps, the person has been transformed and is approaching the peak of the True Saint.

Shocking sounds erupted again around.

So scary!

Is this the strength of the Yuhua Pavilion Master??

Zhou Qin Poyu in the distance was a little hesitant. Seeing Song Tianyao's strength, he was already considering whether to turn against Song Tianyao.

Compared to Song Tianyao's arrogant aura, Bai Ye's performance seemed much calmer. He seemed to have not felt the oppression from Song Tianyao. He stood there, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, without any reaction.

"Arrogant boy, just cut off your hand first!"

Song Tianyao's sword's eyes suddenly opened.

A sword instantly slashes!

It was so fast that there was no shadow, and the power on the sword was like a beast in the wilderness, carrying Wu Jing's momentum under the rushing.

But the next second, Bai Ye also moved.
To be continued...