Feng Gong shuddered and stopped.

"The surname is Qin, do you want to fight?" Feng Gong pretended to be bold and asked.

"It's not a fight, it's a dog's life. It is precisely because of a dog thief like you that the Northern Martial Arts World has fallen into the heat of the water, and since we have met here today, the new accounts and the old accounts will be counted together. Qin Yi flicked his fingers, and the long sword rose into the sky and landed in front of Fenggong.

"Hehe, if you want to kill me, then it depends on whether you have the ability?"

"Eight Desolation Sword Formation!"

There is no way to avoid it, and the only way to fight is to fight hard.

The Eight Desolation Sword Array was built by Yan Baye himself, these swordsmen are all dead soldiers, their souls have already been assimilated by the secret method, and they only accept Yan Baye's secret assignment, and they have incomparable loyalty.

And due to the lack of some functions of the soul, they will not feel pain like the undead soldiers trained at the Manhattan base, and will not stop fighting until they have exhausted their last bit of strength, and their bodies and souls have all dissipated, so they are all elite killing machines.

Yan Baye is handsome and beautiful, and the swordsmen he concocted with one hand are all wearing flower elytra and bright armor, and the embroidered spring knife made of high-grade black iron hangs on his waist, and the knife is embedded with bright spirit stones, and the helmets they wear are also made of pure gold, revealing only a pair of wooden cold pupils.

No matter where he went, following these swordsmen behind him was a beautiful sight.

This time, in order to kill Qin Yi and ensure the safety of Fenggong, Yan Baye did not hesitate to send his personal guards over, which shows the importance he attaches to this conference.

Feng Gong held the token and gave the order, and the thirty-six swordsmen immediately stood according to the Tiangang array, and the cold knife at his waist was unsheathed, and he was murderous!

Every soldier's eyes were lifeless and gloomy, even the Martial God Yan Jiutian didn't want to use the murderous flow to deter them!

"Kill the public" Feng Gong took a step back, holding the token and shouting.

The soldiers stepped out at the same time, and each of them cut at a near-perfect angle, and every step was so precise that it sealed all the space for Qin Yi's attack.

What surprised Qin Yi even more was that the cultivation of these swordsmen was extremely high, and among them there were even masters who had vaguely reached the realm of a great grandmaster.

Thirty-six masters made moves at the same time, and the power of the burst was still above the Arhat Array.

Even a well-informed person like Sima Qing was also shocked!

"Such a subtle and incompelling sword formation, where did the Yan family recruit so many dead soldiers with such superb swordsmanship?" Sima Qing frowned and said secretly.

Qin Yi did not rush to grab the merit, but stepped on the Xuanbu step, retreated more than ten steps in a row, and carefully observed the number of swordsmanship paths.

The swordsmanship is superb, it is a sword of killing, and there are no false moves.

The team is skillfully coordinated, at least more than 20 years, and there are no flaws and blind spots.

Although it was used with an embroidered spring sword, there was no hindrance, which showed that the swordsmanship of these dead men had reached the realm of perfection.

What surprised him even more was that the swordsmanship of these people always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't say why for a while!

"Yin and Yang Wheel!"

Qin Yi let out a loud shout, his hands wandered away, and two positive and negative purple cyclones swept the long knives of the swordsmen, pulling left and right, the swordsmen couldn't stand his magical powers, and his body was slightly sluggish, as if he was drunk, and his swordsmanship was unstable.

"Whew!"

As the leading swordsman let out a muffled snort, almost at the same time, all the swordsmen took the initiative to take out their hands, turned into shocks, and stabbed at Qin Yi.

"Is it the method of Edgeworth?"

Thirty-six embroidered spring knives were connected end to end in the air, and then they were abruptly divided, stabbing at Qin Yi in thirty-six ways.

"Boom!"

Qin Yi bent his arms, and the Netherworld Battle Armor appeared to protect his body, resisting the flying sword.

Every throwing knife smashed on the body, clanging and clanging!

"Judging from the strength of the sword, there are nearly 200,000 jin of qi masters, if they had such magical powers twenty years ago, who are they?"

Qin Yi said secretly in his heart.

The embroidered spring knife rubbed against the armor, rubbing out beautiful sparks, Fenggong was panicked at the moment, this is a pro-guard, why can't even Qin Hou's fur be broken?

Is it destined to hate Songshan today?

Thinking of this, Feng Gongqiang urged Ganggang to run away.

Seeing that he was leaving, Qin Yi had no intention of trembling again, and suddenly stomped his feet, pointing his sword in both hands to the sky!

"Thunder!"

Boom, the sky was originally clear, and suddenly there was thunder, and there were thirty-six thunderous voids, which smashed on the heads of these swordsmen impartially.

The divine thoughts that Yan Baye implanted in the soul of the swordsman were all shattered by thunder, and the swordsman, who was still murderous, suddenly froze in place like a wood carving, becoming a godless thing.

Qin Yi didn't bother to check on these swordsmen, his figure flashed, and he chased after Fenggong like a wind.

Fenggong's own cultivation is not low, especially the evil sect's yin moves, seeing that Qin Yi used the divine thunder to break the sword array, his heart and soul were about to break, and he turned around and sprinkled a poisonous needle, and fled with all his might.

However, he underestimated Qin Yi too much.

Qin Yi took a dashing step in the air, and the two ups and downs had already fallen in front of Fenggong.

"Don't you think it's a little late to leave now?" A grim smile appeared on Qin Yi's cold face.

"Qin, Qin Hou, I have something to say."

"I am the messenger and adviser of the eighth master, and killing me will not do you any good."

"It's better for everyone to take a step back, the sea and the sky, I promise not to sacrifice a plan for the rest of my life, and retire to the rivers and lakes, do you think?"

In the face of Qin Yi's pressing step by step, Fenggong could only retreat and beg.

"Not good!" The smile on Qin Yi's face was even better.

"Then, then I will be your adviser and worship you as the Lord, but I pray that the master will not kill you, okay?" Feng Gong gritted his teeth and knelt in front of Qin Yi with a puff.

He is a conspirator, not a hero, and the most important thing is to survive. The key is that he is still confident in his own intelligence and strategy, and even compares himself to the contemporary Feng Xiao and Wolong, thinking that Yan Baye's ability to call the wind and rain in the northern martial arts world is his strategy and credit.

With his worth, he couldn't think of any reason why Qin Yi didn't keep him.

"You're a counselor?"

"It's a pity, in my heart you are worthless, at least the last time Shi Jing's assassination, your skills are not very good."

"So ......"

Qin Yi had five fingers, in Fenggong's screams and despair, he was detained in his heavenly spirit, and his divine thoughts were poured into the three souls and seven spirits, and after reading the memory in Fenggong's mind, he made up for it again, and poor Fenggong was still a high-ranking messenger a second ago, and at this moment his brain burst out, and he became Qin Yi's palm.

Killing Fenggong, Qin Yi was like killing a wild dog, without the slightest mercy, and quickly returned to the square.

"Hurry up, get the corpse back."

Ben Xin came back to his senses and instructed his subordinates.

It doesn't matter if Fenggong was killed by Qin Hou, but this bloody case happened in Beilin Temple, and I don't know how Yan Baye will settle it when I look back.

Sima Qing and the others gathered in front of those stiff swordsmen, obviously everyone was curious about where these elite swordsmen came from.

(End of chapter)