Just as Zuo Qiuyang guessed, Ye Feng really disdained to cut off the sword against the Taoist priest of Danzong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Ye Feng slashed a sword at He Yichun, Zuo Qiuyang and the others, not to kill the four of them, but to destroy the giant stone statue.

I have to admit that that sword is still too much inferior to the Yin Death Qi. Even if a single sword could kill 18,000 people, compared to the more than 30,000 people who died in an instant, the number was more than double or two.

It is no exaggeration to say that the lethality of this kind of horror is unparalleled, at least there is no second person in the entire Xuanwu Kingdom who can be like Ye Feng.

Dan Sect Sect Leader He Yichun's face was as white as snow, and beads of sweat the size of beans crackled and fell to the ground, and the severe pain in his internal organs made him even more painful.

Compared with this, what really made He Yichun almost crazy was watching one by one Taoist priests wail and die in pain. And he, as the sect master of the Dan Sect, watched his disciple die tragically in front of him and was powerless.

Don't say to save the disciples, He Yichun is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, it is difficult to protect himself, if he continues to let the qi of yin and death corrode and destroy the internal organs, in the end He Yichun will not be able to escape death.

"Little cub! After I save myself, Lao Tzu will chop you with a sword. ”

He Yichun stumbled back, and when he retreated to the bottom of the stone pile, he found a big stone to lean on, sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a cloth bag from his arms.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain in his internal organs, He Yichun opened the cloth bag with trembling hands, and looked at the thirty-three silver needles of different thicknesses in the cloth bag, He Yichun quickly tore off the robe and exposed his chest.

Then, I saw He Yichun take out the thinnest one of the thirty-three needles and gently stab it into his heart.

As the silver needle entered his body, the sweat on He Yichun's forehead doubled, and his whole body trembled much more violently. But he didn't stop, but successively pulled out several silver needles and stabbed them at the acupuncture points on the five internal organs.

It's also a little weird, as He Yichun pricked him with a silver needle a few times, the pain on his face was significantly reduced, and his complexion became ruddy and bloody, but it was still a little worse than when he was not injured.

Ye Feng ignored He Yichun, who was saving himself, and slowly stood up, looking at the Taoist priests who were still wailing in pain and struggling.

The smile on Ye Feng's face was really evil and amazing, completely different from the previous Ye Feng. It can be said that at this moment, Ye Feng's whole person exudes a strange yin and evil, as if he is particularly fond of killing, and likes the pleasure brought by the death of the living in every move.

Ye Feng has become a different person, this cannot be refuted. There is one more thing, which is also unquestionable. That is, the death toll is still rising rapidly, from more than 30,000 to 35,000, and from 35,000 to more than 40,000.

This is beyond the strength of a knight, even a knight does not have such a strong strength.

But Ye Feng didn't stop, when the number of dead stopped at about 43,000, Ye Feng's right hand grabbed it fiercely in mid-air, only to see the black qi that had previously penetrated into the bodies of the Taoist priests gushing out rapidly, and after Ye Feng raised his right hand, the black qi rose into the air again.

The black qi that took off for the second time was much lighter than before, but under Ye Feng's control, the black qi rapidly condensed and shrank, still enveloping Danzong by two-thirds, and the degree of richness should not be underestimated.

"Damn, it's still ...... Still coming? ”

For the first time, a look of despair flashed in He Yichun's eyes, he was indeed afraid, afraid that Ye Feng would suppress the black qi next.

It was not only He Yichun who was afraid, but also the remaining 50,000 Taoist priests of Danzong. At this moment, seeing the black qi hovering in the air again, more than 50,000 Taoist priests also launched a frantic escape.

They can't bear the severe pain of their internal organs, and they're fed up wandering in front of the ghost gate. At this moment, what bullshit sect, what is bound to shatter Ye Feng's corpse, all of them have been left behind by more than 50,000 people, and the only thought is to escape from the Danzong and leave the enveloped range of black qi as quickly as possible.

But now that he has escaped, can he still escape? From the moment Ye Feng continued to fight with the heart of death, it was already destined that today's Danzong would definitely be bleeding into a river and piles of corpses and bones.

I saw that Ye Feng was still smiling evilly at the more than 50,000 people who were fleeing, and when they were about to leave the range of the black qi, Ye Feng heard an evil laugh from his mouth, and his right fist smashed into the ground again.

I saw the black qi in the sky tumbling rapidly, falling into the eyes of more than 50,000 people like a tumbling black dragon, instantly falling and drilling into everyone's body, more than 50,000 people were heart-rending and wailing and roaring, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains as if the sky was falling.

He Yichun, who was sitting under the stone pile, trembled, his complexion just improved a little, and three mouthfuls of blood were directly spurted out by the black qi entering his body for the second time, and his ruddy complexion suddenly became pale and bloodless, and the whole person's mental state also withered.

"! Freaks, demons. How did Danzong offend such a monster? ”

He Yichun's intestines were all repentant, and he really regretted joining the Dan Sect. Otherwise, how can there be the pain of losing a child? How can there be severe pain in the internal organs?

These are still secondary, what worries He Yichun the most is the anger of the Dan Sect Ancestor after this incident.

You must know that Ye Feng suppressed the black qi twice, and more than 60,000 people have been wiped out before and after, and the death toll continues to rise, even if he kills Ye Feng now, he will definitely bear the thunderous wrath of the Dan Sect Ancestor.

"Leaf ...... Wind! The old man and you are incompatible. Even if you fight to fall here today, I will kill you in the palm of my hand. ”

He Yichun gritted his steel teeth and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, quickly pulled out the silver needle from the cloth bag, and once again pierced the acupuncture points in the internal organs.

Now He Yichun no longer has the extra energy to save the disciples of the Dan Sect, at this moment, he only asks Ye Feng to give him a little time to block the acupuncture points, and after successfully blocking the yin death qi and destroying the viscera, he will start a life-and-death battle with Ye Feng.

Although He Yichun's idea was good, Ye Feng didn't give him this opportunity, when the black qi drilled into the body of the Danzong Daoist, Ye Feng's right hand was raised again and grabbed it hard, and the black qi came out of the body of tens of thousands of Taoist priests, and was pressed down by Ye Feng again after taking off.

For the Danzong Daoist, this is undoubtedly a nightmare that cannot be revived from. Unable to resist or resist, he could only die in a wail of pain.

Rivers of blood and piles of corpses. There is no longer an inch of pure land on the huge Danzong Square, and the blood of tens of thousands of people has already stained the water in the canal, and the smell of blood in the air will make people retched for three days and three nights.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there are not many Taoist priests who can still stand on the corpse pile, if you count the more than 20,000 people killed by Ye Feng before, the number of Taoist priests who died in Ye Feng's hands today has exceeded 110,000.

And Ye Feng's eyes were still bleeding outward, perhaps because he had consumed a lot of soul power, so that his body was shaking and shaking.

But there was still an evil smile on his face, cautious and terrifying.

When there were still more than 5,000 Taoist priests standing on top of the corpse pile, Ye Feng raised his right hand for the fourth time, and after grabbing it, he let the black qi fall down again.

More than 5,000 Taoist priests died in the miserable howl, and Ye Feng also shook three times, slowly closed his eyes and fell.

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