The percussion sound was sometimes loud and sometimes small, sometimes it seemed to be thunderous and muffled, sometimes it was like a bell and it was crisp, and it was impossible to hear what was coming from it, and everyone felt slightly dizzy after only listening to the sound a few times, and even the spiritual power fluctuations on the body were changing violently.

This kind of change is mostly the backlash of spiritual power.

If you knock a few more times, I am afraid that it will really cause damage to the body, mind and interior, and in severe cases, it will also endanger your life.

Even if it was He Shuyan before or now, there was nothing on his body that could make a sound.

That's the instructions.

At least one other person followed.

According to speculation, that person may be the only Yan Qiu who has not been contaminated with breath on He Shuxuan's body.

If it's really hot autumn, it will be interesting.

In terms of strength, he is not too outstanding among the crowd, but in terms of means, I am afraid that no one in the entire team can compare with him.

With his ruthlessness and hidden killing moves, it is very likely that he will do this.

Smiling face kills, Yanqiu. A smile hides a knife, like the existence of a mad dog. Only the previous He Shubrand could subdue him.

Sure enough, a figure walked out of the darkness in the depths of the cave, which was clearly Yanqiu who had left with He Shuqi before.

One of the top eight forces, Yan Qiu, the chief disciple of the Diancang Sect, has a unique identity, status, and means.

The moment that figure appeared, you could see that He Shuyan's entire body was trembling slightly, as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him alive.

"You're still alive?"

He Shuyan stared at him for a long time and couldn't calm his anger, he half shouted, almost using his strength.

Just because his personality has changed doesn't mean he can't remember who killed him.

"You're still alive, why can't I live, and it's not us who died, aren't we?"

Yan Qiu looked at He Shuyan, and his expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling was undoubtedly stimulating the latter's heart.

No one knows what happened among them.

A peculiar bell was not placed on Yan Qiu's waist, and it was contaminated with the breath of the rest of the people, no less than He Shu's, but it was especially victorious.

The strange knocking sound came from this bell.

The bell can't see its quality, it can't be said to be high-end, but the breath it exudes is exciting.

But nothing is more conspicuous than the one in his hand.

A silver heavy sword was extremely heavy, and it was dragged forward by Yan Qiu for an unknown number of steps, leaving a deep scratch.

"You even want to kill me, it's my own luck that I'm alive. ”

The form of the giant sword was very consistent with the scar on He Shu's belly.

"Kill you, what are you?ahaha, and you so-called geniuses, I'm afraid the forces behind you don't even have the qualifications to lift my shoes. ”

Yan Qiu's sudden burst of words undoubtedly disturbed the self-esteem of most people.

It's okay to say that they are weak, but even the teachers scolded them together, which is not a general result.

Those who insult the teacher will be punished even if they are far away.

What's more, isn't he Yanqiu also one of these forces of the same level?

Doesn't these words mean that Yan Qiu himself does not recognize his own teacher.

What happened in just a few hours.

"Be careful, this person is not the Yanqiu you know!"

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Sometimes when you get along with a person, you can't notice the changes in their body, but people who have only met once can feel the subtle changes to the extreme.

Wu Ming, who had only had a glimpse of Yan Qiu, sensed an extremely familiar taste from him.

"Sure enough, it's worthy of Wu Ming, with you, there really isn't any need to hide your breath. ”

Yan Qiu said the latter's name in a word, you must know that the word Wu Ming was only told to Ye Chenxing and his party after they left, and it stands to reason that they could not know Wu Ming's name at all.

And He Shuyan obviously didn't know Wu Ming's name, how did Yan Qiu know?

Wu Ming was also aware of this, and the name Yan Qiu was rolling in his mind, and he quickly found that one from his distant memory.

"It's you, Yan Qiu, are you still alive?"

Wu Ming's tone was mixed with excitement and relief at first, and then suddenly turned into surprise and puzzlement, and in the end it was actually vigilant, angry and a little disappointed.

In a moment, he confirmed the true identity of Yan Qiu in front of him.

Wu Ming felt incredible, that is, this person named Yan Qiu in their mouth was exactly the same as the one he knew, was this a coincidence?

Or deliberately.

"You were sent by your husband?"

Just when everyone was confused about what Wu Ming said, Yan Qiu dragged the giant sword and walked slowly in the direction of Wu Ming.

"Really, why did you assign us here to face you, you must know that you were so beautiful back then, but in front of my corpse, crying like a child. You've been kind to me, but I'm thinking about one thing right now. ”

The thick murderous aura mixed with his vigorous spiritual power could not be concealed at all, as if it was deliberately released.

Yan Qiu twisted his neck and made a crackling sound. He twitched and took a sharp breath.

"That's how to kill you. ”

Yan Qiu didn't answer Wu Ming's words openly, but the latter already knew the ins and outs of the matter from it.

People can't choose their own fate, some people say the so-called change of life against the sky, but in fact, the real you are still that fate.

In any case, the result will not change, it will only become the path and direction chosen.

Three thousand cross-border cultivators, this is the title of Wu Ming. At the same time, it is also the former title of Yan Qiu in front of him.

Of the 3,000 people, only five made it to the real world alive, and the remaining 2,995 died on the path of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

Yan Qiu is not outstanding among the three thousand cross-border traversers, but he is just a little brother who follows Wu Ming's side. In distress in the "Swamp World", after five hundred and fifty-five worlds, the record is average, and it was Wu Ming who personally created a tomb for him in the "Grave World".

So he is kind to Yan Qiu.

"I killed them just because everyone present knew about your existence, and they shouldn't be alive. Your existence is too special, and my mission is very simple, so it doesn't seem so troublesome to solve this kind of thing. ”

Originally, there were nine people left except for Wu Ming, but because of Taito's death and He Shuxuan's return, the number of people happened to be nine.

Including Wu Ming, ten people.

If you want to kill these ten people here, your tone is not ordinary.

Through the subtle conversations between them, everyone could see that the person in front of them had an extremely deep relationship with Wu Ming, and it was even possible that they had fought side by side together.

"Zongshang, do you know Yanqiu?"

Not to mention that Wu Ming is here, even in the outside world, there are few people who can recognize Yan Qiu.

Yan Qiu's cruelty and bloodlust caused almost no one to know his appearance except for the disciples of the Diancang Sect and their great powers.

Those who know their faces are either buried in the ground or have their memories emptied.

"It's just an old man. ”