After Five Thousand Years Of Cultivating Immortality, He Returned To Earth And Became Invincible

At this time, the swordman's eyes turned completely gloomy when he looked at Yang Chen.

His voice was a little low: "Young man, aren't you going to give me my face?"

Yang Chen's mouth was filled with sarcasm: "Old dog, who the hell are you? Why should I give you face? Damn it!"

"hiss!"

Just after Yang Chen finished speaking, there was a sudden gasp of air around him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Some people even don’t know what to say anymore, so they can only use the quintessence of Chinese culture instead.

No words can describe their mood at this moment.

"Yang Chen, isn't he afraid of death? How dare he talk to Master Swordman like this?"

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe Yang Chen is confident in dealing with the swordsman."

"Are you kidding me? They are both immortal cultivators. How old is Yang Chen, but how old is Master Swordman?"

"That's not necessarily true. Some people live a long time, but they don't necessarily have great strength."

"..."

Everyone was talking constantly, and everyone looked at the two people with great expectations.

It is not too much for those who see things, and they now really hope that the two of them can have a big battle.

Qin Huarong shook his head and sighed: "After all, he is too sharp. A genius is no longer a genius after he dies."

"Grandpa, you mean Yang Chen..." A trace of sadness appeared on Qin Ruoyun's face.

Among those present, she was the one who least wanted anything to happen to Yang Chen.

Qin Huarong still shook his head and said nothing.

One was a master of swordsmanship who had become famous two hundred years ago, while the other was just a young boy who was just starting out. Although he had also taken the path of cultivating immortality, he was too young after all.

"Boy, I know you are also an immortal cultivator."

The swordman's face was gloomy to the extreme: "But you need to know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. In this world, they are far better than you..."

However, before he finished speaking, Yang Chen took a step forward.

In an instant, he came to the sword man's side and stepped on his flying sword.

In the middle of the sword man's words, his pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't notice how Yang Chen moved just now.

If Yang Chen had wanted to kill him just now, he might have died hundreds of times.

Yang Chen looked down at him condescendingly: "Are you awesome?"

After he finished speaking, he directly waved his palm towards his face and slapped it.

The sword man wanted to resist, but found that his body could not move at all.

In his horrified gaze, Yang Chen's slap instantly enlarged and slapped him on the face.

boom!

The sword man was smashed to the ground like a cannonball, and the huge impact created a big crater on the ground.

At this time, the swordsman was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his body still twitching violently.

Yang Chen glanced at the flying sword at his feet and gently lowered his toes.

Boom!

The flying sword was easily broken by Yang Chen like a wooden stick.

His figure slowly fell, and slowly floated beside the sword man, looking down at him.

At this moment, everyone present invariably widened their eyes.

They thought of many outcomes.

It is possible that Yang Chen may have a big battle with the sword man, or it is possible that Yang Chen is directly killed by the sword man.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that Yang Chen actually defeated the swordsman with one move.

They could tell that Yang Chen was holding back, otherwise the swordsman would have been turned into blood mist by that move.

Yang Chen once again refreshed their understanding. No matter who comes, they can't withstand Yang Chen's move.

Yang Chen slowly walked to the sword man's side and said coldly: "Tell me, who is the outsider, and where was the outsider that day?"

After speaking, Yang Chen suddenly kicked out his toes.

boom!

The sword man's body was like a dead dog, and he was kicked high into the air, dozens of meters high in the air.

Yang Chen took another step forward and came to the sword man's side again.

"What about this world? If I want to, I can destroy it with a snap of my fingers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chen suddenly stepped down with his foot, and then stepped down hard on the sword man's body.

A big hole was made in the ground again.

The swordsman lying on the ground was extremely weak. He slowly turned his head and smiled miserably.

He stared at Yang Chen: "Yang Chen, do you really want to confront the Dragon Division?"

He endured the pain in his body and continued: "You are putting the safety of China at risk. If you do this, you are a sinner of China!"

"You are stubborn. Once the dragon's army of 100,000 troops comes out, you will die without a burial place."

He really couldn't see Yang Chen's realm clearly, and knew that it was impossible for him to fight against Yang Chen.

But the sword man doesn't want to die yet, so now he can only use this method to make Yang Chen give up.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Yang Chen laughed loudly: "It's ridiculous, your so-called Dragon Division really has a face."

"You'd better save all your talk of benevolence and morality and go to hell to educate your Dragon Army members!"

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he took a photo from a distance.

"No, Mr. Yang, please..."

The swordsman watched Yang Chen take action without hesitation, and finally realized that Yang Chen didn't listen to him at all.

Looking at Yang Chen's big handprint, his face was full of horror.

However, before he could finish his words of begging for mercy, Yang Chen's palm prints were directly slapped on his body.

In an instant, only a big hole remained on the ground, while the swordman was completely gone.

The dragon's 100,000-strong army?

Yang Chen sneered and waited for the matters here to be dealt with before going to the Dragon Department for a visit.

If it can be collected, then collect it; if it cannot be collected, then destroy it.

China does not need these sanctimonious people who talk about the feelings of China.

The people present looked at Yang Chen who was standing in the middle. At this time, they were facing Yang Chen.

There was no more contempt, only fear.

However, many people still looked a little excited.

Many people know too well that the current Dragon Department is extremely corrupt.

Normally, they would only oppress rich people like them and some casual warriors.

The Japanese country had assassinated many Chinese people over the years, but Longbu did nothing and just evaded.

Yang Chen's appearance gave them hope.

China will also take the initiative.

Yang Chen turned his head and looked at Zheng Yuanfei, who was still suffering.

At this time, Zheng Yuanfei was dying. If Yang Chen hadn't been holding his life with spiritual power, he would have died long ago.

He looked at Yang Chen, with a look of resentment in his eyes, and said weakly: "Yang Chen, you... kill me!"

After saying that, a strange smile appeared on his face: "Actually, I have known that this day would happen, so I have made preparations for it."

"My descendants have been sent to various parts of the world by me a long time ago. So what if you kill me? They are all still alive and well."

"They will avenge me in the future and kill everyone around you!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

After saying this, he burst into laughter.

Yang Chen's mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything. He only saw his finger pointing at Zheng Yuanfei.

Then a drop of blood floated out of Zheng Yuanfei's body, and finally floated in front of Yang Chen.

Yang Chen glanced at him with a smile on his face: "Next, let's enjoy the show."

"Blood Curse Killing Technique!"

As Yang Chen shouted, a huge magic circle slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.