And with the retraction of the seal to the king, the feeling of summoning disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. Ye Qinghan sighed lightly, picked up Xiang Wang Yin again, and the feeling of cordial summoning came again.

"Are you related to these relics?" Ye Qinghan looked at the Xiang Wang Yin in his hand and said in a low voice.

"Fellow Daoists, success or failure is in this move, please go all out!" A few kilometers away, on another high mountain, an old man in a Taoist robe put down his glasses and raised his arms and shouted.

Hundreds of voices responded in unison, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the snow-covered jungle and rushed towards the Standing Mountain.

"Enemy attack!" A sharp whistle came from the bottom of the mountain, Ye Qinghan looked down the mountain with a chill on his face, only to see that the crowd of shadows and shadows were frantically rushing towards the people of the Canglong Group, and countless sharp blades flashed in the night with a faint cold light. The people of the Canglong Group, who stood in a circle to protect the seriously wounded in the middle, had already exchanged hands with them.

More than 30 people curled up the hillside like green smoke and pounced towards Ye Qinghan. The sword light was like flowing mercury in the night, exuding a cold light, and before it was approaching, the piercing killing intent was already rushing towards him like a wave.

"Sword coming!" The appearance of this group of people had already caused Ye Qinghan to burst out with unprecedented killing intent, and before these people could get close to him within ten meters, his sword fingers had already been raised above his head. A soft drink came out of his mouth, and the feet of more than thirty masters who were at least congenital or above rushed to the feet.

The long sword in their hands struggled violently as if it had come to life, as if it was about to break free from their grasps at any moment. The cultivation of this group of people is not low, so naturally they will not easily let the sword in their hands fly away, but such a strange scene made them panic, and the momentum of Fang Cai was gone in the blink of an eye.

"The sword is like autumn water, leaving no trace!" As Ye Qinghan groaned in his mouth, invisible sword qi crisscrossed one after another, and the weapons in the hands of those people struggled more and more frantically. These people were also extremely decisive, knowing that the long sword in their hands could no longer be controlled, so they simply let go of their hands and defended with all their might.

This time he let go, only to see more than thirty long swords hanging in the air at the same time, forming a long dragon giant sword with silver flashing in the air, slashing towards them with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth. Exclamations and screams rang out almost simultaneously, and a long dragon of sword light passed through the crowd in the blink of an eye, without stopping.

"This is the Immortal Law!" someone let out a desperate and frightened cry before he died. It's just that after Ye Qinghan made a move, he didn't stop at all, and rushed directly towards the location of the Canglong Group at the bottom of the mountain.

When the screams came from below, there was no one alive in the room. Stumps and severed arms were strewn all over the floor, blood falling on the still hot ground, and thick smoke was steaming in the midst of a sneering sound.

"This person's inheritance is not martial arts at all, and there is such a terrifying immortal inheritance in the world! No wonder Wang Qifu dares to let go of this person's deeds! This son is so ruthless, he doesn't leave any room for his shot, and he doesn't leave a single living mouth!" On the top of the mountain in the distance, the body of the man in the Taoist robe holding the telescope trembled slightly, the corners of his eyes kept jumping, and his face was extremely ugly.

This person stayed here for a long time, but he did not follow the others to kill Changwu Mountain. Seeing the scene at this time, there was no longer any hesitation, and he quickly turned around and ran away.

Although most of the people in the Canglong group are injured, the real masters are not seriously injured except for the relatively large consumption. In the face of overwhelming enemies, although you can't kill them all at once, there is no problem at all in defense.

When the screams of the mountains were heard, the enemies below were immediately thrown into chaos. Ye Qinghan didn't have the heart to test what realm those thirty or so masters were, but they knew very well that those thirty or so masters were all martial arts masters in the realm of grandmasters. Before they came, they already knew that Ye Qinghan was very terrifying, but more than thirty masters of the Grandmaster realm made a move, even if they couldn't beat it, they could always resist for a while, right?

Who knew that the battle below had not officially begun, and the battle on the mountain was already over. Seeing Ye Qinghan rushing over like a killing god, the people below were frightened, where did they still have the courage to continue fighting?

In the blink of an eye, the positions of the attackers and defenders have been reversed. The fierce enemy was fleeing in all directions at the moment, and the Canglong group, which had been in a defensive style, was following them with a roar and chasing after them.

Originally, for this kind of role, Ye Qinghan has always regarded them as the best sparring partner of the Canglong group, and he has not much interest in making shots. But today he was in no mood to delay that time, his figure swept quickly in the air, and the invisible sword qi at his fingertips was quickly pointed. Every ripple in the air flashed, and an enemy fell screaming.

With such a killing, even the people of the Canglong Group, who had already made up their minds to never leave behind when they encountered the enemy again, were also frightened. It was the first time they had seen such a casual killing, and the ground was really the same as Ye Qinghan said, like leeks, cut off one by one. Looking at Ye Qinghan's face, indifferent and calm eyes, everyone only felt a chill go straight into the depths of their souls.

"In the future, you must not provoke the team leader!" Hu Fei desperately chased after him, and it was difficult to keep up with Ye Qinghan's footsteps, but he saw all this killing in his eyes. He shrunk his neck and muttered to himself in horror.

"When will I be as powerful as Master!" Although Ma Wenyao was protected by a jade pendant, he was also extremely embarrassed, covered in mud and grass clippings, and his hair was unkempt. Now he is also a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi training, and his combat effectiveness is comparable to that of a second-grade martial arts monk. If you are still mixing in the underworld of Xiling City, this cultivation can be regarded as extremely good. However, from the beginning of his cultivation, the people around him were either innate grandmasters, but he had never found the feeling of a master.

Of the three hundred and seventy-two enemies, not one left alive, let alone took in any prisoners. And only about a hundred of them died in the hands of the members of the Canglong Group, and all the others were strangled by Ye Qinghan.

When Ye Qinghan walked from a distance with an indifferent face, everyone in the Canglong Group watched him keep approaching, feeling the cold killing intent on his body that still hadn't dissipated, and subconsciously shrunk his neck and took a step back.

"Give you three days to recover and recuperate!" Ye Qinghan ignored everyone's expressions, the cold light in his eyes was still not dissipated, and he said lightly.

"Yes!" replied loudly and in unison. Ye Qinghan didn't say anything, but they already knew in their hearts that the Canglong Group would not stick to this place anymore.