There was no response from the mountain, except for a group of black trench coats screaming at their wrists, as if there was no one else here.

"You're just waiting for me here!" Ye Qinghan waved his hand, stopping Jian Jiuping, who was about to follow him, and walked forward disapprovingly.

A group of black trench coats blocking the door moved out of the way in fright, and no one dared to stand in front of him. The invisible energy shattered with a light wave of Ye Qinghan's arm. The metal gate instantly turned into countless fragments, shooting out in all directions.

The screams sounded from behind the door again, and the crowd at the door who were trying to suppress their breathing were smashed by these fragments before they could see Ye Qinghan's face. Ye Qinghan ignored the dense crowd and slowly stepped in step by step.

"Kill!" The shout of killing finally shook the sky, and countless black trench coats rushed towards Ye Qinghan with sharp weapons in their hands. The dull sound of gunfire rang out from everywhere, and dozens of bullets arrived in front of Ye Qinghan in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qinghan's arms waved casually, as if these people in front of him were annoying mosquitoes in summer. With each swing, there were countless head-numbing clicks, the sound of bones breaking. The sturdy bodies of those black trench coats were like balloons in front of him, without the slightest weight, and everywhere the wind sounded, there were always several people who flew upside down with blood spurting blood.

The fallen man struggled and screamed on the ground, but no one could get up again. Behind the iron gate is a courtyard with a huge swimming pool, which itself covers an area of thousands of square meters, and I don't know how many people are hidden. And as Ye Qinghan casually walked step by step, where he walked, there were countless black windbreakers lying horizontally.

Courage is something that is easily exhausted for most people.

Ye Qinghan walked like a fierce tiger among the sheep, and after a short moment, even if there were at least forty or fifty people left in the black trench coat in the courtyard, no one dared to get close to him by three meters or the like.

However, these black trench coats did not retreat, and dozens of people formed a large circle, following Ye Qinghan's movements. They didn't dare to make a move, but they were unwilling to give up, so they went to the top of the mountain step by step under the leadership of Ye Qinghan.

Countless heavy breaths came from the black trench coat, the fog in the mountains became thicker, and screams continued to be heard from the bottom of the mountain. Until this moment, Ye Qinghan had not formally talked to the people here, and the atmosphere was extremely dull and weird.

A rustling sound sounded from all around, a group of black trench coats scattered in formation, leaving many gaps, and the black tide that looked particularly red on the snow surged towards Ye Qinghan. The smell of fishy smells filled the air, and all kinds of poisonous snakes and poisonous insects reached his feet in the blink of an eye.

"It turns out that there are still people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect here, so it's okay, I don't have to go to you one by one!" Ye Qinghan saw the poisonous insects like a tide, where did he not know what the situation was? His face did not change at all, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as he expected, the Heavenly Dao Alliance did not act alone, but made a joint move.

These poisonous insects did not do much to him except for a little disgust. Under the invisible momentum, countless poisonous insects shot towards the surroundings like arrows, and those black trench coats who thought they were safe at a distance from him were caught off guard and were shot all over their faces.

The sheer force had already caused poisonous insects and poisonous snakes to stab their skin, and a few unlucky eggs were even shot in the eyes. And for this kind of thing, most people are still afraid, screams and screams come and go, and the encirclement that has no meaning has been shattered in a moment.

Those black trench coats who fell down the stone steps to the foot of the mountain looked at Ye Qinghan's still straight back with fear on their faces, as if looking at a devil. The siege of hundreds of people, like a tide of snakes, insects, rats and ants, did not even touch a corner of his clothes.

"Duh!" A cold drink sounded from the pavilion on the top of the mountain, and a bright light flashed in the thick mist, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Ye Qinghan. Ye Qinghan frowned lightly, sighed softly, and raised his hand to shoot at the bright light.

However, the bright light was like a living thing in the air, and after dodging Ye Qinghan's palm, it rushed towards the sky pole for a while, and suddenly it went around his back and stabbed silently at the back of his heart.

"It seems that you are not all waste, there are still people who have mastered the method of the sword!But it's a pity, such a clumsy sword technique, don't be embarrassed in front of me!" As he spoke, Ye Qinghan opened his five fingers, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a three-inch small sword with silver light fell into his hand.

The little sword had no handle, and was surrounded on all sides, constantly jumping in his hand, as if it was about to come out of his hand at any moment.

"Break!" A clear drink came from Ye Qinghan's mouth, his hands slapped like mosquitoes, and a sharp whisper came out. When he opened his hands, the small flying sword was already lying quietly in his hands.

"Poof!" A white-bearded old man on the top of the mountain turned pale, and a mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed on the snow-white robe on his knees, and the cold color on his face disappeared, turning extremely dignified.

"Sacrifice!" Ye Qinghan pinched the trick casually with one hand, and lightly pointed at the flying sword in his hand. The flying sword, like a dead thing, regained its spirituality, circling and dancing around his body like a cheerful child.

"Let me show you, what is the real flying sword method!" Ye Qinghan let out a clear roar, and his figure suddenly jumped into the air. The magic trick in his hand was pinched at will, and the little flying sword was like a streamer, waving quickly in the mountains. Countless screams rang out from all the hidden corners, and the countless houses on the mountain peaks were full of panicked running figures, and those who were hiding in the shadows with guns in their hands had nothing to hide in front of Ye Qinghan at this moment.

"Duh!" Several cold drinks came from the top of the mountain again, and three shining rays of light flew towards Ye Qinghan in a zigzag shape. The sound of breaking the air was like a bamboo whistle, and the thick white mist was broken by the strength of this sword light.

"Thank you!" Ye Qinghan let out a long laugh, did not retreat, but advanced, took a step in the void under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the three flying swords. His hands flew, and he grabbed directly at the three flying swords.

"Broken!"

"Broken!"

"Broken!"

Three cold drinks came out of Ye Qinghan's mouth, and the three people sitting side by side on the top of the mountain spurted blood from their mouths, and looked at the one in the dense fog with some panic. Originally, the four of them were sitting side by side, but now the four old men in white had all been snatched away by Ye Qinghan in the blink of an eye.

The flying sword was connected to their hearts, and it was forcibly seized by Ye Qinghan, how could there be any reason not to be injured?