However, when facing this sword, Wei Yuan did not show any panic. Many people inside and outside the field had already had vicious smiles on their faces. Most of them were people on the side of the White Horse. They naturally hoped to see Wei Yuan die under the sword, especially the two brothers, Bai Horse Miaocai, and Zhao Yin, the son of the Zhao family in Yancheng.

There was another person in the crowd, covering his face with a hat. His eyes looked at the confrontation in the sword tomb were different from those around him. He was not as anticipated as Tuoba Jun, nor as cold as Zhao Yin, but a calmness that was almost at freezing point. He did not believe that Wei Yuan would fall, because he knew very well how huge the gap between the ghost energy and Taoist Dharma was.

"Wei Wuhen, let me see how capable you are, but don't just die here, otherwise I would be too disappointed!"

In the sword tomb, thousands of swords sounded together, as if they were touched by the red armor sword at this moment. The sound of the swords came one after another, and the sound was terrifying.

But next, Wei Yuan only made one move. Just this move calmed down the Wan Jian and completely ended the farce! In front of everyone, he gently tapped his eyebrows, and a golden light flashed out in an instant. Before everyone could see what it was, the golden light flashed and penetrated into the armor along the gap of the red armor that was pounced on by the tiger.

The next moment, a funny scene appeared in the sword tomb. Red Armor jumped high, and the sword blade in his hand was about to slash the young man in front of him in half. But the next moment, the fierce red Armored man suddenly seemed like a puppet with a broken line. His breath dissipated in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a bang. He knelt straight in front of Wei Yuan. Even the rusty sword that had never left his hand from beginning to end also flew away and inserted it on the ground in the distance.

In an instant, the entire sword tomb fell into silence.

At that critical moment, Wei Yuan escaped into the armor with a sword sword, and easily destroyed all the clumsy talismans.

"funny!"

Looking at the red-armored man kneeling in front of him, Wei Yuan spoke indifferently and said these two words. Then he raised his hand and slapped it. With his physical strength alone, he slapped the old corpse inside the red armor and the armor into a pool of mud.

Without the blessing of the power of the talisman, this armor was just a piece of scrap iron, so how could it block Wei Yuan's heavy palm?

"this!"

Not to mention the monks in the realm of the God outside the Sword Tomb, even Baima Yuanrang and Huan are both soft and soft at this moment, they can't even say a word.

Bai Ma Yuan Rang looked at the pool of scrap iron on the ground in front of Wei Yuan, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Why was this like a joke? He slapped it in one palm? Although it was not impossible for the twelve cultivators in the realm of creation to destroy this red armor, even if they could destroy it, it would not be as easy as Wei Yuan.

If it weren't for the end of the world's practice of creation, then Bai Ma Yuan Rang would probably wonder if Wei Wuhen had surpassed the upper realm and became the highest peak powerhouse.

After the silence, there were sounds of gasping in and out of the sword tomb. The power of the red armor was obvious to everyone. Even if the twelve masters joined forces, they could not do anything to him in a short time. But when we arrived at Wei Yuan, we could easily smash the red armor into pieces with just a look and a palm. Could it be that he alone could defeat the twelve masters?

"Wei...Senior Wei, you just give this red armor like this..." Huan Dudushui felt a little cold. She originally thought she had seen through Wei Yuan's realm strength, but now when she saw him take action, she suddenly became more and more frightened by the unpredictable senior in her realm. This is probably not just the strength of fate being photographed.

"I'm in a hurry. Let's go back to the country. Take me to Dugu's house and ask, what did they take away with them when they came to Jianzhong last time?"

As he said that, Wei Yuan turned around and walked out of the sword tomb, without saying a single word of unnecessary nonsense.

Huandu Ruoshui nodded quickly and called on the guests to follow him. Since the red armor had been destroyed, there was nothing to worry about. After all, even if it could be captured, Baima Yuan Rang would never let her take out Shenjian Mountain easily.

Moreover, if Huandu can recruit Senior Wei to become his guest minister, the strength of the Huandu clan will rise up in an instant, and will surpass Dugu and become the first clan of the Guifang. In this way, it is no big deal to destroy the red armor.

Bai Ma Yuanrang looked at Wei Yuan's back as he left, and felt extremely hatred in his heart, but in the end he didn't have the courage to chase after him.

He knew the strength of the Red Armor very well. Even the cultivators in the upper realm of Creation would not be able to kill him so easily. It was obvious that Wei Yuan's method was beyond imagination, and Huandu and his group still had a lot of strength. Even if they chased after him, they couldn't even breathe a vent, and they would end up stealing the chicken and losing rice.

"Master, are we now?"

A guest official walked to Bai Ma Yuan Rang and spoke a little unsure of his attention.

Bai Ma Yuan Rang gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling to accept it, but in the end he could only sigh, let go of his clenched fists, and said helplessly, "What else can I do! Let's go!"

Those monks in the realm of God rushed into the sword tomb like tigers down the mountain, fighting unscrupulously for the famous swords inserted into the sword tomb.

It’s a pity that among the magic weapon swords that seem to be filled with light, there are only a few that still retain power, most of which are just flashy scrap iron, and they are filled with complaints for a while, and those famous swords that are still useful naturally become the targets of everyone’s scrambling to grab.

But at this moment, a man wearing a hat in the crowd suddenly walked to Baima Miaocai, and he whispered, "Second Young Master, if you let this person leave, I'm afraid Baima will not be able to compete with Huan again in the future."

Hearing this, Baima Miaocai turned his head and looked at the man, squinted his eyes, and said coldly, "You want me to kill him. The plan is very good. Everyone has seen his strength with their own eyes just now. Who dares to say that he can kill him!"

The man with a straw hat couldn't see clearly chuckled, "The second young master misunderstood. As long as the Baima family dragged the Huandu clan, then Wei Wuhen will be killed! How about it?"

"you?"

Baima Miaocai raised his eyebrows slightly, looked up and down at the mysterious man beside him who didn't even know his name, and chuckled, "What?

Don’t tell me that you are also a cultivator of luck, then the top combat power in the world is too easy to encounter.”

"Don't worry about this. Today I don't need any benefits. I just want Wei Wuhen to die. I will take action later. I will also bother the second young master to stop the messes from Huandu's family!"

After saying this, the man flipped his hand and a long sword of flowing light appeared in his hand. His body flashed and he rushed towards Wei Yuan quietly!
Chapter completed!