Qin Guihai originally wanted to escape from the meeting and the two martial arts sects who rushed over, but he didn't think about the chaotic punishment in his body, and instantly lost control of his emotions and returned to the battle circle, which made Wen Yiming completely calm down.

The total number of martial arts cultivators of the various power families on the Boiling Wine Peak was as high as 1,000, and Wen Yiming was surrounded in an instant, and Lu Yue and Jin Yun in the distance stood at a high place in the distance, watching the white-haired Wen Yiming dancing wildly in the crowd of people, almost frenzied and crazy.

Wen Yiming is indeed close to madness at this moment, no one knows anyone in the inner circle, all of them are instigated family forces, cultivated between martial artists and great martial artists, and even some young people in the samurai period, it is estimated that they are proud disciples of some forces, they are not deeply involved in the world, they have little experience, and they are usually full of arrogance, but today they are inspired by Wen Yiming's arrogance, and they want to teach this white hair a lesson.

The battle circle around Wen Yiming is not more than three meters empty, surrounded by mountains and crowds, and even the sky above is full of air control martial arts, which can be said to have no way to enter the sky and no door to the ground.

His swift wind step can only rush left and right in a limited circle, spinning his body, and the incarnation is like the wind running to the extreme, only to see the figure fluttering in the circle, the shadow of the gun flying, the shouting and killing sound on the periphery and the endless screams in the inner circle resounded together, and the sound of Wen Yi's gunfire and shouting was actually covered up.

Wu Xiu, who was below the middle stage of the military general, Wen Yiming stabbed and stabbed, one shot at a time, and the sometimes violent blow of the sun instantly killed a piece, and he had become a bloody man, and the blood on his head flowed down, stimulating his more and more messy emotions.

More than a thousand martial cultivators are in Wen Yiming's eyes, all of them are rabble, he is desperately suppressing the last trace of reason, the two martial arts sects will arrive in two days, he must maintain his sanity and not break out into the dragon and tiger forbidden anger, this is a powerful hole card to defeat the martial arts, and it cannot be used without permission.

After a few breaths, Wen Yiming was no longer satisfied with the single kill of the dragon spear, and with a roar, he used the gun as a stick, and used the crazy magic stick method corrected by the Book of Heaven to cast out, sweeping and splitting, the dragon spear purple mist filled the air, and the life was harvested, and the shadow of death expanded in an instant.

With Wen Yiming's current cultivation, the dragon spear in the blessing of battle cry and sacrifice is completely bloody and massacre.

The martial cultivators who couldn't control the air on the periphery couldn't see the battle situation in the circle, they only knew the roaring and shouting, and they didn't know the bloody scene inside, but the outermost layer was full of people from the Youyue Dynasty, Pear Blossom Valley, and Mingyang Palace, constantly pressing everyone inside in a loud bewitchment.

The martial arts cultivators in the circle had already been killed by the bloody Wen Yiming, but there were all martial cultivators behind him, and he couldn't retreat at all, and the martial cultivators who could control the air saw that the situation was not good and began to rise into the air, but Wen Yiming was close to the edge of losing control of his reason, and while controlling the dragon spear with one hand, he slashed and swept with one hand, and a spear with a handle in his left hand came out continuously, screaming in the air without falling.

Blood splattered in the air, sprinkled in the crowd, scaring all those who wanted to control the sky into a daze, and they all retreated.

The open space in the inner circle began to expand, and Wen Yiming's range of activities gradually increased, but this situation made him unable to enjoy himself, the wind galloped at high speed in the inner circle, and the dragon spear turned into a stick and swept wildly, and the crowd began to cry out, and even begged for mercy.

Wen Yiming didn't say a word, turned a blind eye, and walked through the flesh and blood that was swept one stick after another.

Qin Guihai in the crowd finally revealed his figure, Wen Yiming shook off a group of rabble, rushed with a gun, and shouted violently, once again covering a group of killing intent suppression.

"Ho ah——!"

In the roar, the bloody entrance on his face, Wen Yiming almost wanted to go crazy, and the dragon spear purple mist swept towards Qin Guihai with endless killing intent.

His speed was extremely fast, Qin Guihai couldn't dodge, only with a broadsword, in the sonorous sound, Qin Guihai was like a grass in the wind that was difficult to fix, and he vomited blood again and again in the dragon spear that was chopped, and he gradually woke up from the serious injury after being punished and lost his mind, and while stabilizing his mind, he caught a sweep and flew obliquely into the air with his strength.

'Bang!'

The ground shook and exploded, Wen Yiming rose up like a rocket, and in an instant, he leveled Qin Guihai, and with a loud laugh, he turned around in the air and swept out with a shot like a dragon swinging its tail.

'Drink, ——!'

In the midst of the heavy drinking, the dragon spear was like a thunderous heavy stick, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies, the purple mist was blowing like the wind, and the tail wing was long and long, better than thousands of troops and horses galloping in the vertical and horizontal, and rolled towards the broadsword of Qin Guihai to intercept the waist in the air in the roar.

In the distance, Jin Yun's eyes narrowed suddenly, her martial arts cultivation, Wen Yiming's volley of shots, has already taken on an artistic conception, the momentum is like a rainbow, like an iron hoof galloping, she can see that Qin Guihai has been locked, and there is a strong fear in her eyes.

'Poof-'

The broadsword split in an instant, and the fragments shot in all directions, bringing a series of screams, and the remaining sweeping stick exploded with a bang, splattering flesh and blood, and sprinkling red mist in the air.

With a gun and a stick, explode the body with one blow!

A sweep of the shot made Wen Yiming comprehend the stick intent, and his bloody red mind suddenly subsided, he didn't feel the enhancement of his physique, but he clearly knew that the Shura battle body had been promoted to the fourth order.

A shot exploded Qin Guihai, leaving only his head flying away, making his already born stick intent in one fell swoop, and in his thoughts, he knew that this was a logical thing.

As early as the time of the blind monk, he used the stick for as long as half a year, and experienced countless challenges of leapfrogging the level, if it were not for the preconceived idea of the gun intent formed by me, he had already comprehended the stick intent, and the accumulated heritage has been hidden until now, whether it is cultivation or martial arts comprehension, it has long been beyond the original blind monk of the martial arts period.

Now with guns and sticks, almost a thousand people are killed, and they are slaughtered with killing intent, and it is natural that they can break through in one fell swoop.

At the moment when his mind was clear, there were already corpses scattered below, and the remaining martial arts cultivators scattered and fled when Wen Yiming took off to kill Qin Guihai, and the three forces such as the Youyue Dynasty did not stop them, and they also had the idea of retreating.

Wen Yiming fought a thousand people alone from beginning to end, among which there were many generals, all of whom were slaughtered by Wen Yiming in the center one by one, like peeling an onion from the inside out to attack and break through, at this moment, there were less than 100 people scattered and fleeing, and the time was only a quarter of an hour.

Although they knew that Wen Yiming was also covered in injuries, all his limbs were cut by the sword qi and sword, and his entire body was not seriously damaged, so they naturally didn't know that it was the work of the Xuanwu Inner Armor, but it did not prevent several forces from chilling.

This is a real killing god, a killing god that cannot be fought against under the Martial Sect!

Qi Tianyin and Xiao Jian'an were afraid, the remaining elders behind them were terrified, their faces were frightened and slowly retreated, Guan Xiaoping's face was pale, she knew that Wen Yiming would not die, and there would be no place for her in the south.

This is a devil, and a devil who has revenge!

"Uhh

The crazy laughter in the sky made several forces instantly issue an order to retreat,

However, Wen Yiming had already volleyed upside down and swooped down, directly pounced on the scattered crowd, the dragon spear was like a stick, and he slashed down with his head, directly taking Xiao Jian'an.