240: C240 A Peerless Strike

C240 A Peerless Strike

Ye Lee never thought that the Dragonslaying Sword in his hand would make Meng Cangtian so happy. He looked at Meng Cangtian indifferently.

"Oh? The Dragonslaying Sword in my hand is the Dragonslaying Sword. What can you do about it?"

When Meng Cangtian heard this, he burst into laughter once again, as if he had never been this happy since he was born.

"Hahahaha!"

"Ye Lee, what do you think I can do? The Dragonslaying Sword in your hand will soon belong to me, Meng Cangtian!"

Ye Lee could not help but shake his head when he heard this, because he felt that Meng Cangtian was seriously ill.

"Ye Lee, hand over the Dragonslaying Sword obediently, and I can consider leaving your corpse intact." Meng Cangtian looked at Ye Lee complacently, as if in his eyes, the Dragonslaying Sword was already his.

"Hehe." A faint smile appeared on Ye Lee's jade-like face.

Meng Cangtian's expression suddenly turned cold when he saw the smile on Ye Lee's face. His face almost twisted.

"Ye Lee, what are you laughing at?" Meng Cangtian stared at Ye Lee.

"What am I laughing at?" Ye Lee's face was calm and relaxed.

"I am laughing at you, an ant, but you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth." Ye Lee said slowly.

When Meng Cangtian heard this, he was so angry that he was burning with anger.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me!"

"Goodbye, Ye Lee!"

As his voice faded, the Ghost Hand Sect's genetic martial cultivator, Dark Race, and zombie attacked once again.

A sinister expression appeared on Ye Lee's jade-like face. With the Dragonslaying Sword in his hand, anyone who dared to approach him would be killed by the saber!

Ye Lee raised the Dragonslaying Sword. Suddenly, the tip of his foot pushed off the ground, and he jumped dozens of meters into the air. He raised the Dragonslaying Sword high into the air, and a cold light appeared on the Dragonslaying Sword. Demonic Qi spread out in all directions.

"Ancient - Devil - King - Slash!"

As his voice fell, the saber fell!

Three thousand Fiendgod Mirage flew out. In an instant, the sun and moon lost their luster, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The entire world seemed to have quieted down the moment the three thousand Fiendgod Mirage struck out.

"Rumble!"

After that, a series of explosive sounds soared into the sky. The Dragonslaying Sword light continued to spread in all directions. Wherever it went, not a single blade of grass grew.

Eighth-Grade Evolved Human, the third level of the Ancient Devil Book, the Archaic Devil King Slash, and the Dragonslaying Sword. Such a peerless attack could no longer be described with words.

Meng Cangtian and the three Seventh-order Evolved Human from the Ghost Hand Sect widened their eyes. They were frozen on the spot like Clay Carving.

Zi Qiong dared to swear. She really dared to swear. She had never been so shocked in her life.

Was this... Devil King Ye Li?

When the Dragonslaying Sword light disappeared, the Ghost Hand Sect's genetic martial cultivator, Dark Race, and zombie all disappeared.

The originally desolate Ruins City seemed to have just experienced a huge earthquake. One didn't need to think to know how terrifying this attack was.

Sky Shattering Ghost Hand, Meng Cangtian and the three Seventh-order Evolved Human were still rooted to the ground. They would never have thought that such a situation would occur even if they died.1

Ye Lee slowly landed on the ground. He looked at Meng Cangtian indifferently, "Do you still want my Dragonslaying Sword now?"

When Meng Cangtian heard this, she came back to her senses and looked at Ye Lee in horror. She did not know how to speak.

"Come here, let me kill you all." Ye Lee said slowly.

Putong!

With a putong sound, the three Seventh-order Evolved Human from Ghost Hand Sect fell to their knees. Their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

"Lord Devil King, it was us who were blind. It was Meng Cangtian who forced us to do this. Please let us go."

The three Seventh-order Evolved Human from Ghost Hand Sect. He started kowtowing and begging for mercy.

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