"What?"

The man's pupils shrank, and before he could react, the sword light struck him again, splitting him in half instantly.

Chi!

Blood and internal organs immediately splattered.

"ah??"

Everyone was shocked.

Especially the people from Zhenwu Tiangong, their eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

You know...the weakest disciples of these families are all Martial Saints, but they are much stronger than these Emperor Saints. However, in front of this Emperor Saint, they actually...can't even make a single move??

"Asshole! I will cut you into pieces!!"

Another Soul Master rushed over, using his powerful holy power, he drew thousands of air blades in front of him and pressed towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye calmly pinched his fingers with his left hand and flicked them.

Whoosh!

A slender silk thread flew out, and when it approached the thousands of air blades in front of the man, the thread suddenly exploded and turned into countless rice grain-sized sword energy, cutting across left and right, like stars dancing wildly.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang...

All the air blades that man sacrificed were shattered into pieces.

"impossible!"

His face was shocked, and he hurriedly retracted his attack, but in the end he was a step too late, and the Abandoned Divine Sword struck him again, killing him instantly.

Another martial saint has fallen.

People are already numb. In addition to the worsening of heart, nerves, and breathing...

Bai Ye raised his sword and slashed horizontally, like a god of death, almost one sword at a time.

These martial saints were actually powerless to fight back in front of him.

After a while, half of the team of Cheng Zaitian, Tang Wumei and others were slaughtered by Bai Ye.

The ground was full of corpses, with rivers of blood and broken flesh scattered everywhere.

Changkong and others were trembling with fear.

Xiaoqi sat on the ground, as if she had lost her soul.

"How could this happen? How could this happen??" Cheng Zaitian's face turned pale, looking at this scene with horror and despair.

"Uncle Li!!"

Tang Wumei hurriedly shouted towards the south, her face turned pale.

Nan Yuan also knew that things could not continue like this, and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

When the sound fell to the ground, people had already jumped over and stopped towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye frowned and looked at Nan Yuan indifferently: "What? What is Young Palace Master Nan going to do? Could it be that you were just kidding me with what you said just now?"

"I said before, I have to consider the seriousness of the matter. After all, this is Zhenwu Island." Nan Yuan said to Shen.

"Then you want me not to kill them?" Bai Ye said calmly.

"This matter is a misunderstanding, why don't we kill them all?" Nan Yuan said to Shen, looking at Bai Ye curiously. To be honest, he was no less shocked than these people. How could an Emperor Saint... be like this? fear?

"Misunderstanding?" Bai Ye snorted: "What a misunderstanding! They insulted me first, provoked me second, and even wanted to kill me. What they said before was also an injustice to me. Can this misunderstanding be solved with one sentence? "

"You..." Cheng Zaitian and others were speechless.

At this time, Nan Yuan had already begun to believe Bai Ye.

How can a person with this kind of strength... listen to his own daughter? Go and cooperate with her to make mischief?

Perhaps, Changkong and Cheng Zaitian and the others are really playing tricks on each other!

But these things are no longer important now. If we don't take action, I'm afraid Cheng Zaitian and others will be slaughtered by Bai Ye...

He finally saw it clearly.
Chapter completed!