You have a good chance, I accept it.

Ye Gucheng's brows were covered with strands of hair, which added a bit of handsomeness to him.

"Ye Gucheng, a sword saint of the generation, a sword saint, with the talent of a true immortal, it is our honor to fight you head-on, and it is also our respect for you."

The blood-clothed man standing in the center said lightly, and the three of them stood in three directions to surround Ye Gucheng, and a faint killing intention spread around.

At this moment, the ordinary street added a bit of solemnity.

Ye Lin stood in the distance with his arms folded and watched. These three blood-clothed men were all at the peak of the earthly immortals, and their strength was extremely strong. Even if he faced one of them, he would be in trouble.

Not to mention that three of them came at once, he wanted to see how Ye Gucheng would deal with it.

"Thank you."

Hearing this, Ye Gucheng's eyes seemed to have a few more fluctuations.

"Kill."

A killing sound rang out, and the three blood-clothed men moved instantly. They attacked in three directions respectively, one for the head, one for the chest, and one for blocking Ye Gucheng's retreat.

Ye Gucheng is now in a situation where he must be killed. He is blocked from the front, the side, and the back.

When ordinary earthly immortals encounter this scene, they either retreat or retreat.

"Yes, you give me face, so I will give you a decent one."

Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold, as if this was not a situation where he must be killed, but a child playing house.

Ye Gucheng raised his arm lightly, and lightly tapped his right fingertips. A dazzling sword energy rose up, and a sword energy storm suddenly rose in the quiet street.

Ye Gucheng stood in the sword energy storm, and three thousand hairs had been scattered at some point, his clothes fluttered, and his hair flew. He just stood calmly in the center of the sword energy storm.

He alone was the focus of the whole scene.

"Not good, retreat."

As if he had noticed something wrong, one of the blood-clothed men changed his face, and the other two immediately resolved their attacks and retreated.

"Too late."

Ye Gucheng spat out two words, and gently pressed his right hand. The whole space seemed to be folded. There was only a click, like a mirror breaking.

The sword energy storm disappeared, and only three blood-stained corpses were left. They lay quietly on the street, without any breath, with eyes wide open, as if they had seen something terrible.

After doing everything, Ye Gucheng looked up at Ye Lin in the distance, and then walked forward indifferently.

During the whole process, his face did not change at all, and the whole person was terribly calm, as if most things in this world could not arouse his interest.

"One sword instantly killed three peak earth immortals, even the domain was shattered, the body was intact, the soul was broken, terrible person."

Looking carefully at the three corpses, Ye Lin frowned and said solemnly, Ye Gucheng was too strong, and Ye Gucheng had never used all his strength from beginning to end.

When he approached Ye Gucheng just now, he found a wooden sword in Ye Gucheng's sleeve, but he encountered two crises, and Ye Gucheng did not draw his sword.

These people were not qualified to let him draw his sword.

At that moment, the three blood-stained men felt something was wrong. They immediately began to use their domains, but it was useless. Their domains were ruthlessly crushed by Ye Gucheng's sword energy storm the moment they were deployed.

All three domains were crushed, and their souls were crushed together.