In the dull crash, the sharp blade cut into the flesh and blood, "Poof! "The sound was almost imperceptible. As soon as the smashed fist was released, the five fingers suddenly opened, Ye Chu's wrist turned slightly, and the fingertips that poked out slid lightly in front of another cultivator, and a thin red line suddenly flashed out on his neck, and a faint blood red slowly spread on the white skin.

The head that was hit by the heavy fist made an overwhelming "click" sound, and the fine sword light of the Dao burst out from it, and the scarlet blood mixed with the fragments of brains and bones was thrown all over the sky, and the headless body fell heavily. At the same time, a pillar of blood sprayed, and the blood line on the neck of another cultivator quickly spread, leaving only a thin layer of flesh and skin connected to the head and body, which were suddenly separated the moment they fell to the ground.

The throat rolled rapidly a few times, and the surviving cultivator, seeing this scene, immediately swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, and Ye Chu's delicate face with a faint smile was as terrifying and hideous as a ghost in his eyes. When he met her fluttering gaze, he only felt frightened, and his whole body was cold and creepy! After a slight stunned moment, he jumped backwards like a frightened rabbit.

Want to escape?! A cold killing intent flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes, the corners of Ye Chu's mouth hooked up a bloodthirsty sneer, and his blood-dripping fingers curled slightly, "Qiang!" Qing Yue's sword roar sounded, echoing in the dense forest, and a snow-bright and dazzling sword light burst out, with an indomitable sharp intent, penetrating the torrential blood rain and tearing open the shield on his body. It swooped down his throat, slamming his body and slamming out from beneath his body.

Indifferently shook off the blood on his hands, Ye Chu raised his eyes and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, this light and shallow smile fell into the eyes of those cultivators whose faces were full of horror, but it was like the cold wind in the cold winter moon, biting cold.

When she laughed like this earlier, she threw a sword light and smashed into the crowd. Almost all of them were wounded. A few of them were unlucky. After that, she smiled like this, and in a short moment, the four friends died in Huangquan. There was not even a whole corpse left. Now. She smiled again......

it! Please don't laugh! These individuals were blown open by the pores of Ye Chuxiao's whole body. The cold cold air rushed around the body one by one, and the body trembled involuntarily, and the face was slightly distorted. His eyes were fixed on Ye Chu, who was smiling, and his breathing became short.

His eyes swept over the surrounding crowd whose momentum was completely suppressed by her ruthless shots, and the collective spirit was sluggish, the smile on the corner of Ye Chu's mouth became more and more brilliant, and a bloodthirsty coldness gradually revealed from her pair of dark eyes, her fingers were retracted little by little, clenched into fists, and Jian Yuan surged and lingered.

"Formation, guard! Manage! The mirror-like magic weapon in front of him slowly rose on his head, a little spiritual light sprinkled out, and Meng Qingyi's cold voice was slightly hoarse.

Ye Chu's pupils shrank slightly, and the cultivator who was still under the pressure of her momentum just now, who was a little distracted and trembling like a frightened quail, actually suddenly ignited a fierce fighting spirit when he heard this indifferent voice, as if he had changed a group of people. The sword was unsheathed, the bow was wound, and the feet stepped on the small steps, tossing and turning, changing positions, and bits of spiritual light flashed out with the adjustment of their positions, connecting into an illusory mystical pattern.

Meng Qing recited according to the mouth, pinched the trick in his hand, and the dazzling aura on the mirror flashed again and again, and the pattern suspended in mid-air fell straight down like a meteor and disappeared in the crowd.

A thick aura swept out, and these cultivators seemed to be isolated from this piece of heaven and earth by a transparent shield, the tumbling dust was isolated, and the slowly flickering cold wind blew in, Ye Chu's brows furrowed slightly, and his blood-dripping fingers curled violently, flicking.

"Bell!" The sparks burst out in all directions, and in the sound of gold and iron, dead branches and leaves flew one after another, the smile on Ye Chu's face instantly converged, and the sword light she had just thrown out seemed to hit an iron plate, and it was shot out by a heavy bounce.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, Ye Chu slammed on the ground, and on the fist stained red by blood, a strong sword yuan flashed, and it bombarded out blatantly. Under the protection of the invisible shield, the people who were strictly protected were obviously very confident in the protective power of this formation, and their bodies stood in place without moving, and the corners of their mouths were slightly hooked, "Ha, idiot!" They shook their heads one after another at Ye Chu's self-indulgent behavior, and sighed in a fake way.

The arms were tense, the green tendons on the fists jumped up, the sharp sword yuan surged out, and the glittering fist dragged out a long streamer, carrying the power of the rock-shattering mountain, in the playful and mocking eyes of those cultivators, it smashed down.

"Bell!" A powerful punch slammed into the invisible barrier, and the crisp sound of gold and iron struck away leisurely. Ye Chu's "self-sufficient" punch brought a sharp and poignant sound of breaking the air, and it actually pierced through this invisible shield in an instant, and smashed down towards the neck of a cultivator in front of her.

"Poof!" The incomparable sword intent surged out, and the blood and flesh gushed high like a fountain, and the cultivator's neck and even this half of his head were smashed by Ye Chu's punch, smashed to pieces, and his lifeless body was like a heavy stone, falling heavily to the ground, and there was still a little playful smile on the broken half of his head.

This, how is it possible?! Hot blood poured down like rain, and the two cultivators beside him, one on the left and one on the right, widened their eyes in an instant, their hands and feet were stiff, their faces were distorted, their eyes were a little straight, and their faces were full of disbelief. The place where the blood was splashed on the skin, the hot stinging pain, this pain seemed to be burned straight into the bottom of the heart, and the two of them seemed to have been hit hard, and their faces turned pale in an instant. The arm holding the weapon was like a branch in the cold wind, trembling weakly and weakly, unable to lift it.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword yuan all over his body surged out endlessly, and Ye Chu's left arm bent, and his elbow bulged like a sharp sword and slammed into someone's heart. With that trace of anti-shock power, Ye Chu's toes were a little bit, and he suddenly took two steps forward, and his figure appeared in front of another cultivator, and the right fist wrapped in Sen Leng's fierce sword yuan struck straight out, setting off a fierce wind, and blatantly crashed into the other person's chest...... (To be continued.) )