He is a sword, which is stuck in the ground here, and cuts off all the enemies who come to him. He is the wall, standing here, blocking thousands of steps.

The Blood Amber Knife swept through the sand and slashed towards the crowd, and the dragon-like black flames roared out, engulfing all the yellow steps in front of them.

The light at the end of heaven and earth became brighter and brighter, and the sharp blades of light penetrated his body, without complaint or regret, and the way back was boundless.

There was no wine on the battlefield, some were just blood and wind, and the long knife in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting off the enemy in front of him, and between the broken limbs, the blood pillar rose to the sky, dyeing the sky into a blood red.

The knife took the road of dominance, slashed vertically and obliquely, impartially, teased at a person's cheek, and then squatted down and cut off his feet, and the enemy's legs were broken at the knees. While he was wailing, Ye Lingyu had already stabbed him again to take away his head.

The footsteps are staggered, the knife moves with the body, the back of the knife is attached to the waist, rotating like a lotus, and the force is exerted from the waist, pushing out the blade, and cutting out a pitch-black knife. The man in front of the sword was cut in half with a knife.

His hands didn't stop, his body turned, and the blade came out from under his armpit, piercing the chest of a man behind him.

The knife came out, bringing out a trail of blood, splattering on the ground, like a bouquet of flowers blooming on the charred earth.

He was dressed in blood-stained cloth, without armor or shield, and stood with a sword, the blade dripping with blood.

There were already people standing around him, those who were covered with faces, most of them were low, armed with scythes or short axes, scattered with absolute experience, while staring at each other, cutting off all possible retreats of Ye Lingyu.

They're from the horizon and they're here just to drag someone to endless hell.

There were no war drums, only the sound of the cold wind. rushed to the battlefield, when the horse leather shroud was returned, the knife was returned to the grave.

Ye Lingyu raised the knife with both hands, the handle was stained with blood, he tore off the cloth strip at the hem of his clothes and wrapped it around the handle, the blade was attached to the side of his face, and he breathed blood.

This is his battlefield, so there is nowhere to run.

Hundreds of enemies, the Xuan Rank stood in the way, and he should have been dead and lifeless, but at this moment, this man's eyes did not show the slightest cloudiness.

There was nothing in the eyes, fierce and ruthless. This is not the roaring lion king, but the wolf who fights. Cold, resolute, and vicious, silently revealing a murderous aura.

It's a fight, kill the enemy, or die yourself.

Ye Lingyu was not afraid, because he was originally from hell. Heaven descended from heaven, people's hearts were contrary to each other, he was a person who disobeyed his fate, fought with people, fought with the sky, and killed a way to live in countless sufferings and sorrows, and the road under his feet was only one way, and this road should have been paved with blood and corpses.

He moved, his feet were like a tiger's leap, and his sword was like a dragon.

The bandits are ghosts, they do not fight the enemy, but scatter, sometimes gather and sometimes divide, wandering and raiding.

Ye Lingyu grabbed one person, tore it apart, and then pounced on the next one.

The other party's Xuan Jie also sensed the ferocity of this evil beast, and they all stopped from a distance and watched onlookers. Occasionally, when he sees a flaw, he will strike a blow, and he will not be in love with the fight, and he will withdraw immediately after the blow.

The method of laying beasts is tantamount to consumption, and when you are tired, you will naturally be able to surrender.

More than a dozen Xuanjie raided one after another, and even Ye Lingyu was covered in trauma.

The enemy is too scattered, he can't annihilate them in one fell swoop, break them one by one, and only prolong the time, and let his physical strength drain in vain.

The third layer of the Xuan Rank led by the other party has not moved, but as long as he exists for a while, this bloody battle will not see the light of day.

Ye Lingyu rushed left and right in the crowd, like a battle of trapped beasts.

The Xuan Rank struck out one after another in the air, and one after another spiritual power volleyed down.

"Hundred steps silver spear!" someone shouted, and above the desolate earth, hundreds of spears were gathered from spiritual power, eight feet long, and the rod was five fingers thick.

The sky was full of killing machines, and guns fell from the sky, one after another.

Ye Lingyu dodged flexibly, walking quickly under his feet, moving like a cunning rabbit, flipping and moving.

Behind him, spears plunged into the sand one after another, and half of the barrel sank into the ground.

The rain of guns became more and more intensive, and when there was no way to hide, Ye Lingyu picked up the bloody knife in his hand, and the sword light broke through the air, swept through, and the rain of guns in the sky suddenly dissipated into invisibility.

But at the same time as the rain of gunfire dissipated, another voice was heard - "Eight-armed fist!"

A sharp fist wind broke through the air, and the fist wind turned into eight paths from the air, superimposed in one word.

Ye Lingyu had just finished coping with the previous move, his feet were weak, he couldn't dodge, and he gritted his teeth to meet it at the moment.

A punch was smashed out, colliding with a fist wind, and before the fist wind dispersed, the second fist wind was superimposed on it, and then the third, and the fourth...... With each addition, the force doubles, and the stamina continues.

Ye Lingyu just blocked the first few paths, and he already had no follow-up strength.

"Wind and Cloud Palm!" another voice sounded.

A huge palm print slapped on his back without reservation, and the strength of the eight-arm fist that did not disperse also hit his chest.

Ye Lingyu spewed out a mouthful of blood mist suddenly, and his footsteps were pushed off the ground under that huge force, and he couldn't borrow the strength under his feet, so naturally there was nowhere to hide.

"Annihilation Finger!"

"Thunder!"

"Soul Eater Lotus!"

That attack after attack came from the air, exploding on Ye Lingyu's body, with different attributes of spiritual power, and even divine sense attacks.

These attacks all came from Xuan-rank martial artists, and even people from the two levels of Xuan-level had shots.

Ye Lingyu's body was splashed with blood mist, and his clothes were also blown to pieces.

Numerous Xuan Rank joined forces, and their offensive was not something that a single person could resist at all.

In addition to bombarding Ye Lingyu's thoughts, those attacks also kicked up smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, I saw a huge pit on the ground, and in the center of the pit, Ye Lingyu was lying in it, his body was red, and at first glance, he couldn't find a piece of intact skin.

Seeing this scene, everyone also stopped.

No matter how brave this kid is, he is just a yellow rank after all.

This onslaught launched by more than a dozen Xuan Rank members, how could he withstand it.

Seeing him lying motionless in the deep pit, the third layer of the Xuan Rank headed by him nodded slightly, and then said to a Xuan Rank next to him: "Take it back, feed the soul control worm and use it for me." ”

The Xuan Step answered, slowly falling from the air, and then walked to the edge of the pit, and was about to reach out to reach for him, but suddenly remembered a shout in his ears.

"Black Fire Streak!"

Looking at it intently, black lines actually appeared on the person in front of him, and the lines were densely spread all over Ye Lingyu's body.

When the lines appeared, the bandit felt that something was wrong, and looked down slightly, and found that Ye Lingyu's hand had penetrated his chest.

Pulling back slightly, he pulled out a ball of throbbing meat.

A pillar of blood sprayed Ye Lingyu's face, and the Xuan Rank fell softly.

"That person can still stand up, everyone do it!" Youxuanjie saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly shouted.

But as soon as the voice fell, he only felt a lightness in his body, and a feeling of sleepiness came up.

At the moment before falling asleep, I looked down and found that my lower body was gone. The body was severed from the waist, and black flames were still burning in the fracture.

Ye Lingyu maintained a throwing posture below, his eyes cold.

On the battlefield, the hot-blooded enemy is not terrible, but the real one is the kind of silent enemy. The kind of people who have no temperature in their eyes, they are the god of death on the battlefield, because they are indifferent to emotions in great joy and sorrow, and they close themselves in killing, so this kind of person is a truly terrifying person. He can kill people without mercy, and he can also calmly analyze while killing.

A cool enough reel, that's everyone's nightmare.

Just like Ye Lingyu just now, he knew that he couldn't match the alliance of more than a dozen Xuan Ranks, so he showed the enemy weakness and even pretended to be dead, but once the opponent relaxed his vigilance, he would not hesitate to take the opponent's life.

Using the secret technique of the Black Fire Pattern, his aura increased to a level close to the two layers of the Xuan Rank in an instant.

This undoubtedly made everyone's faces change suddenly.

They thought it was a prey that could be caught at hand, but they didn't think it was a young dragon with hidden fangs.

The flames in Ye Lingyu's hand were thrown continuously, even if he couldn't take off, there was still a way to get the person in front of the other party.

Although these men deliberately dispersed to avoid attacks, they were occasionally hit.

But if it hits, it hurts.

Since Ye Lingyu used the secret technique, those people of the Yellow Order no longer stepped forward.

In order to survive in the desert, these bandits have also developed good eyesight. They knew they couldn't intervene in the battle now, so they hid on the sidelines.

I can't intervene now, but it doesn't mean that I can't intervene all the time, when this person is tired and his spiritual power is exhausted, it will be when these shrimp soldiers and crab generals will be powerful, and the ants can still bite the elephant to death, and when this dragon swims into the shallows, it is not necessary to be played by shrimp.

Ye Lingyu made one move after another, but there were very few hits.

These bandits knew that he was using secret arts, and they also knew that ordinary secret techniques would not last long, so they were just dodging with all their might at the moment, and had no intention of attacking.

It doesn't matter if you don't attack now, when this person is powerless, he will naturally be able to win without a fight.

When Ye Lingyu attacked below, there was also a trace of urgency in his heart.

Although the secret art can help him improve his strength, it will not last long. Although he was not afraid of these Xuan Ranks, these Xuan Levels were just blindly dodging, so that he had no way at all.

Without the ability to take off, there is no way to touch these people after all. And in order to lure the enemy before, he resisted many tricks of the other party, and at this moment, his body began to be a little unbearable. He was sure that if he continued to work like this, he would be defeated sooner or later.

After a moment of silence, he stopped attacking those Xuan-Rank people, and instead rushed towards those Yellow-Rank people.

He took out the fastest speed in his life, came to a person in the blink of an eye, reached out and pinched it, and immediately pinched the person's throat. He didn't stop, he took a step forward, and he had already come to another person, and he did the same.

Every time he took a step, it was like teleporting, and ordinary Huang Jiejie couldn't see his movements clearly, so he could only be slaughtered by him one by one.

The group of Xuan-level masters were stunned in the air, they never thought that this kid couldn't do anything with them, so he went to take the small soldiers to vent his anger.

Although the lives of these low-level Yellow Order handymen are not valuable, they can't be slaughtered at will like this.

And the most annoying thing is that this murderer is just a yellow rank himself.

He killed in the crowd with a yellow rank, and he made a group of Xuan-level masters dare not step forward, which is really too embarrassing.

But this kid's secret technique is really powerful, and the power contained in that move and style makes even them feel palpitations. If you hit the two layers of the Xuan Tier, you may be able to hold on to it with your own tenacity, but if you hit the trick on the first floor of the Xuan Tier, it is unstoppable.

I don't know where this kid jumped out of the monster. At first, they were chasing a Xuan Rank who crossed the city wall, but they chased them all the way down, but they only met this Yellow Rank kid. However, judging from the current situation, they would rather meet a Xuan Rank than fight with the person below.

They were high in the air, watching the slaughter below, all of them looking sad and angry, gritting their teeth. Vowed that when this kid was exhausted, he would definitely make him better.

Just when everyone was angry, they suddenly heard a sneer from one part of the crowd.

"You waited for today's performance, it really gave us a long face of the wind, and I don't know what will happen when this matter reaches the ears of the leader. "The one who spoke was the third layer of the Xuan Rank.