"Mi Wu, is this the person you are looking for?"

"Everyone, if you just have such strength, let's go together, save my time."

Qin Yi was proud of the audience and said indifferently.

"This!"

Everyone present was stunned!

They didn't expect Qin Yi's strength to be so strong, and he could easily defeat the grandmaster in seconds, but they were afraid that his cultivation had reached the middle stage of refining.

"Shi Gong, what should I do, what should I do now."

Mi Wu clapped his hands, and broke out in a cold sweat in a hurry.

Looking at Qin Yi's ruthless energy, if he is defeated today, he is afraid that he will not be able to escape death.

Shi Gong sighed secretly, and glanced at each other with the remaining four grandmasters.

At this time, there is no way to retreat, with Sima Qing here, if they escape from the battle, they are afraid that the face of the northern martial arts world will be lost.

"Everyone, Qin Hou Shenwei has also seen it, I think, it is better to fulfill Mr. Qin's wish, let's go together!"

Shi Gong smiled bitterly.

"That's right, the Qin thief crossed the river to provoke, it is tolerable or unbearable, today is not only a battle between the north and the south, but also a battle to maintain the dignity of my northern martial arts world."

"The old man proposes that the primary goal is to kill thieves, regardless of morality, only about life and death!"

"Let's go together."

Yan Chuang hated Qin Yi the most, knowing that he was not a one-person enemy, only four people fought together.

"That's right, let's kill the Qin thief together!"

Huang Wei echoed.

"Everyone, as long as you can kill the Qin thief, I promise you that there will be heavy thanks, heavy thanks."

Mi Wu trembled in horror.

"You hypocrites, you can go up if you want, why bother to put gold on your face, come on!"

Qin Yi sneered indifferently.

Sima Qing on the side couldn't help laughing!

"Stinky boy!"

"Kill!"

Yan Chuang and the others were aware of their careful thoughts, and they couldn't help but be annoyed, and the four of them exchanged a look with each other and landed in the hall at the same time, surrounding Qin Yi in the middle!

"Here comes the knife!"

Yan Chuang shouted, and immediately a disciple threw a golden knife in the air.

As soon as the golden knife was in hand, it skyrocketed, the golden mangs were shining, and the runes were circulating, which was not amazing.

Yan Chuang Bao's knife is not old, and it is a heavy slash in the head, swept by the sword light, and the momentum of splitting Huashan is powerful.

The remaining three also used their own housekeeping skills.

Huang Wei and Wang Tianyang, the head of the Wang family, are good at palming, slapping with four palms, stormy waves, and the wind blades in the room are full of qi, and everywhere they go, the tables and chairs are broken!

Only the Qingfeng Daoist pressed his sword on the side and did not move, in order to peep into Qin Yi's empty door, and kill with one blow.

"Hey!"

Qin Yi shook his head secretly.

Huang Wei, Wang Tianyang and others, including Tan Shiba, have just joined the grandmaster for a long time.

Compared with Chu Dengfeng, Du Sheng, and Xue Jiazhuang who were killed by Qin Yi, they are still a grade behind.

Don't say that it is now, that is, before going to the Blood Moon Valley, just these few people don't think they are his opponents.

"Hey, hey!"

"Netherworld Clone Dafa!"

Qin Yi smiled gloomily, split into four, and attacked the four of them at the same time.

Each doppelganger contains three percent of his strength, one realm and one heaven, he is now in the early stage of foundation building, which is equivalent to the middle stage of Gang Lian Grandmaster!

Sancheng's strength is by no means comparable to Huang Wei and his ilk, who have just refined their qi.

"Thunder in all directions!"

Each doppelganger punches at the same time.

But when I heard the sudden sound of thunder, several purple lights burst out, and the dazzling light made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Bang!

Huang Wei and Wang Tianyang only felt as if they had been struck by lightning, where could they withstand such a heavy punch, and in the screams, they flew several feet sideways and smashed heavily on the wall.

The two of them had a fist hole in their chests at the same time, they were dripping with blood, vomiting blood, and they couldn't live anymore.

After all, Yan Chuang is a famous grandmaster, it is a little better, the golden knife hit the fist, and he ate three percent of the strength, which can be regarded as an equal split, and he took a few steps back, but he has not suffered a big loss.

"Qin thief, you kill my disciple and surrender my beloved disciple, I will fight you to the death today!"

Yan Chuang was furious, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, stimulating all his anger!

But seeing him like a red pine, his beard was excited, his eyes were blood-red, he was holding a knife in both hands, and he was shouting with his arms outstretched!

"It's not good, Yan Gong is consuming his own essence, and he has to fight to the death."

Shi Gong was shocked.

"Yes, yes!"

"Yan Gong's cultivation is profound, once he uses a special move, his power will increase by at least thirty percent, and the Qin thief will die!"

Mi Wu was overjoyed.

"Hey, I'm just afraid that I'm going to disappoint Mi Ye, Qin Hou has entered the middle stage, don't say that Yan Gong is over eighty years old, and the remaining yuan is limited."

"Even if you are twenty years younger, this cut will not hurt Qin Hou in the slightest."

"You're still shallow after all."

Sima Qing shook his head and sighed.

Every weight of the Gang Refining Realm is the difference between heaven and earth, and the early stage realm, if it is the peak, it is fine, otherwise in the eyes of the mid-stage grandmaster, it will be embarrassing at all!

"Shocking!"

Yan Chuang raised his knife with both hands and opened it behind his back, and his qi was stored to the peak, and he slashed down on the head!

As soon as this knife came out, the ghosts and gods were shocked.

The golden light shone in the sky, illuminating the entire hall, and Yan Chuang's face was full of death, vowing to split Qin Yi in half!

"Here's your chance!"

The Qingfeng Dao people on the side were overjoyed.

He knew that Qin Yi was invincible, and he had been secretly waiting for the opportunity.

Now that Yan Chuang is desperately stabbing out, Qin Yi is unstoppable.

If he uses all his strength to use his sword, it will definitely be a sword that will collect his soul!

"One sword breaks the country!"

The aura of the Qingfeng Daoist people suddenly appeared.

Airplanes!

This sword, simple and unpretentious, has the potential to return to the basics, mixed with an invincible momentum, sneaking away from Qin Yi's back.

"Hey, hey!"

"Qin thieves will die, Qin thieves will die!"

Mi Wu gritted his teeth, and the wine glass in his excited hand shattered in response.

Qin Yi is like an old monk who has entered the meditation, and the ancient well is not wavering.

When Qingfeng's sword move lightning swept by, his hands, cleverly clearing the clouds, and wandered up in Taiji.

Whoosh!

The void that was originally occupied by the sword suddenly shook, and the swords intertwined into a huge vortex.

"Fight for the future!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Qin Yi's mouth.

The purple Netherworld Vortex immediately appeared, breaking through to the foundation building stage, and the moves he used were no longer what they used to be, even the simplest moves could be called supernatural powers.

Qingfeng only felt a powerful force, like a magnet that made him irresistible.

The sword blade that was originally stabbed out actually caused a deviation between the lightning and flint, and with uncontrolled strength, it passed by Qin Yi and stabbed at Yan Chuang.

"Old thief, you're crazy!"

"Get out of the way!"

Yan Chuang was shocked.

However, he found that the knife seemed to be glued, and it was too late to retract the knife.

"The ingenuity of a thousand catties in one hand is just right, and with a small move to break the death, this kind of martial arts is almost comparable to the martial god Yan Jiutian in the past."

Sima Qing looked at it and stroked his beard and praised.

Rumble!

Swords combined!

Half a catty against eight taels, and at the same time it is broken by the opponent's strength!

"Yan Gong, you, you!"

Aomine Daochang's originally ruddy cheeks were as pale as paper at the moment, densely covered with dead air, and he breathed hard like a dead fish.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, it's the old man's mistake!"

"The old man doesn't know why this knife hit you!"

Yan Chuang threw away the golden knife, annoyed and blamed himself.

(End of chapter)