Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

Looking at the off-road vehicle that was leaving, a cold smile appeared on Ye Chen's face.

At this time, Song Yi rushed up, grabbed Ye Chen's hand, and persuaded: "Brother, poor Kou Mo chases, after all, the second child is the lackey of the Han family this week, and if he provokes the Han family, the gains outweigh the losses." "

What's the point of a mere Han family?" A flash of contempt flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he saw that his right hand reached out to the ancient sword inserted on the ground, and his palm rested on the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, the aura on Ye Chen's body became cold.

"If you want to leave, how can it be so easy

!" "Qiang!"

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the snow-bright blade reflected the cold eyes, and as the spiritual power poured into the ancient sword, a slight buzzing sound came out, and the ancient sword trembled slightly in Ye Chen's hand.

Under the stimulation of spiritual power, the magic circle engraved on the sword body appeared.

Ye Chen stabbed out with a sword, and a sword qi burst out, like a long rainbow through the sun, turning into a white sword light that approached the speeding off-road vehicle.

At a distance of nearly five hundred meters, it was only a breath of time for the sword qi to appear behind the off-road vehicle.

"Huh!"

the sword qi erupted and landed on the off-road vehicle in a flash.

The next second.

The off-road vehicle driving at high speed suddenly stopped, as if it had been immobilized, but at the moment when Master Ma stepped on the accelerator suddenly, the off-road vehicle weighing several tons suddenly cracked a gap.

The

buggy was split in two, split in half and scattered on the ground.

"This, what's going on?" Zhou Yi and his son struggled to get out of their seats, looking around blankly.

But when the father and son looked up, they suddenly found a cold figure in front of them.

This person is none other than Ye Chen.

"You ......" The father and son were like seeing ghosts, and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

And at this moment, Master Ma struggled out of the dilapidated driver's seat, stared at the long sword in Ye Chen's hand, and exclaimed: "This, this is a magic weapon!" "Master

Ma, what is a magic weapon?" Seeing Master Ma's panicked face, Zhou Yi asked curiously.

However, Master Ma didn't answer him at all, but fell to his knees with a thud, hugged his hands and apologized: "Ma didn't know that his predecessor was a Xuan-level martial artist, and he asked his predecessor to surrender."

Master Ma's heart was turbulent, and he never dreamed that this unattractive young man in front of him was actually a Xuan-level martial artist who could urge magic weapons.

Although he is a martial artist, a yellow-level martial artist is no different from an ant in front of a Xuan-level martial artist, and he can be crushed at will.

Before Zhou Yi's father and son came to their senses, the four yellow-level martial artists sent by the Han family fell to their knees one after another.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Yi and his son were instantly dumbfounded.

"Dad, what is a Xuan-level martial artist?" Zhou Kai asked inarticulately.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was already in a state of confusion, but he didn't expect that Zhou Kai, this kid, would provoke a Xuan-level martial artist, and dare to rob him of a woman.

"Smack!"

Zhou Yi slapped Zhou Kai in the face, then kicked him to the ground, and roared: "You rabbit cub, you even dare to provoke a Xuan-level martial artist, why don't you quickly kowtow to this martial artist senior and apologize?"

After saying that, Zhou Yi immediately turned to look at Ye Chen, with a look of awe in his eyes: "Please also ask your predecessor to spare your life."

Seeing that his father was so low, Zhou Kai knew that he had provoked a big man who shouldn't be messed with this time, so he immediately got up, knelt on the ground, propped his hands on the ground, and touched the ground with his forehead: "Senior, I was wrong, please don't kill me."

Ye Chen's long sword shook, and a trace of killing intent was released in his eyes: "Except for their father and son, each of them will cut off one arm before they can leave alive."

As soon as they heard that they were going to cut off their arms, several warriors' hearts trembled, as a martial artist, if they were missing an arm, what use would they have in the future?

A martial artist close to the exit looked up, kicked his legs, and instantly rushed out more than 20 meters.

Ye Chen raised his hand to make a sword, only to hear a miserable scream of "ah", and the warrior who jumped high instantly fell to the ground, struggled twice, and then stopped moving.

Seeing the situation, the remaining few people were silent.

When Ye Chen's eyes fell on Master Ma, Master Ma's face twitched, and he picked up a long knife on the ground, and his backhand was a knife.

"Poof!"

Master Ma dropped one of his arms to the ground.

Ye Chen nodded, and Master Ma walked out of the parking lot with his wounds covered.

After learning from the past, the remaining three broke their arms one after another, which saved their lives.

After all the martial artists around him left, Zhou Yi's father and son's faces turned pale.

That Zhou Yi saw that the warriors had broken their arms, and immediately wanted to follow suit, but was stopped by

Ye Chen: "Are you the second young master of the Han family?" Hearing this, the two thought that Ye Chen was afraid of the Han family after all, as if grasping a life-saving straw, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, yes, we are the people of the second young master of Han, and the gambling stone field in our hands is also the secret industry of the second young master."

Ye Chen's face was indifferent: "Where is Han Yu?" Zhou

Yi thought for a while and replied: "Senior, this, we really don't know, but tomorrow is Old Lady Han's seventieth birthday, and the second young master will definitely come forward."

Ye Chen nodded, and a flash of sword light appeared.

Zhou Yi's father and son fell in a pool of blood.

Looking at Zhou Yi's father and son lying in a pool of blood, Song Yi couldn't help but wipe his eyes, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him until now.

Sun Xue covered her small mouth, looking at the cold back with incredible eyes, feeling that he was like a hero in an ancient TV series.

In the Mercedes-Benz car in the distance, Song Suizi looked at Ye Chen with a shocked expression, and grabbed the arm of the old man Qingshan: "Grandpa, he is so young, is he really a Xuan-level martial artist?"

Even though Song Suizi's eyes were above the top, he couldn't help but be amazed the moment he saw Ye Chen draw his sword.

"Suizi, you have to remember that no matter what time you are, you can't judge people by their appearance. The old man Qingshan's eyes were like torches, and he took a long breath: "This son relies on the magic weapon in his hand, a sword runs through more than 500 meters, and kills people invisibly, naturally he has reached the point where his true qi is released, even if his grandfather makes a move, it is not necessarily his opponent."

Song Suizi was still listening patiently, but suddenly heard that his grandfather was ashamed of himself, and his gaze at Ye Chen suddenly changed: "No, it's impossible, he is so young, where is grandpa's opponent." The

old man in the green shirt smiled and waved his hand: "Suizi, on the way to martial arts, don't judge people by their appearance."

Song Suizi looked at Ye Chen's figure suspiciously, and said in his heart: "Didn't Dandan say that he was just a rich second generation who spent all his time drinking, how could he become a Xuan-level martial artist?"

And at this moment, Ye Chen turned to look in the direction where Mercedes-Benz was: "The two of you have been watching for so long, it's time to come out to meet." "