If it is a one-on-one duel, let Ye Xin seize the opportunity, then the battle is already over, because he can rely on his incomparably strong Yuan Force to make the opponent breathless, so that the battle situation will always remain one-sided, but unfortunately, it is not a duel now, Ye Xin is only one person, and he is facing the main battle group of the Heyang clan.

At the moment when Ye Xin was shaken back, countless monks roared and rushed towards Ye Xin, and in the sky, there were also figures thrown towards Ye Xin.

The Heyang Clan does not have a strong person who has reached the peak, and the big leader Heyang Mai is only the power of the Sacred Heart, however, there are many saint-level monks in the Heyang Clan, and they usually enjoy the highest standard treatment of the entire clan and occupy most of the resources, so of course they must rush to the forefront in the battle.

Ye Xin's eyes were calm and waveless, in his field of vision, all the monks of the Heyang clan turned into a ball of light flames, this is also an ability that he has refined in the world of enlightenment, directly see through the spirit of life, and the spirit is innate, although this ability is not as wide as the scope of divine thought, but it can allow him to judge the strength of the opponent at the first time, the more blazing it burns, the stronger the strength, to this day, the strongest spirit he has ever seen is the spirit of Ji Xingjue, as for the old man under the stone tablet of the Great Tribulation, he can't see anything。

"Kill!" Ye Xin let out an explosive shout, and his Yuan Force fluctuations also bloomed at the same time, and the eight-pole dazzling knife curtain rolled overwhelmingly, rolling all the monks who rushed towards him inside.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... The saint-level monks in the Heyang clan couldn't get close to Ye Xin at all, in the extremely rapidly expanding knife curtain, their holy body bloomed one after another, which was caused by the sword light hitting the holy body, if there was only one sword light, it would not have an impact on them, but hundreds of sword lights hit them every second, not to mention whether the holy body could withstand it, just the layers of exploding knife power had already blasted them out.

Ye Xin frowned, the holy bodies of these Heyang clan monks were very tough, and they were able to withstand the impact of the Eight Extremes Glare head-on, but they were only injured in varying degrees of severity, and there was no way to achieve the killing effect.

The next moment, a figure turned into a sharp arrow and rushed straight into the knife curtain where the dazzling light of the Eight Extremes had not yet fallen, and the short sword in his hand emitted a piercing scream, stabbing at Ye Xin like lightning.

It was the power of the Saint Yuan Realm that sanctified the flesh, and it could ignore the sword curtain of the Eight Extremes Dazzling, which did not surprise Ye Xin, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he muttered a few words: "Second ......"

Then Ye Xin's knife momentum suddenly froze, and then he rolled towards the figure with all his strength.

Ye Xin regarded the other party as a precious ration, Wu Tianshou was the first, and now this Heyang Clan's Saint Yuan Realm power is naturally the second, who knows that the rations do not have the consciousness of rations, at the moment when the killing sword and the short sword collided, Ye Xin was like a lightning strike, and his body shot out backwards like a stone, and he felt a little numb and a little pain in both hands and arms.

Falling hundreds of meters away, Ye Xincai barely stabilized his body, he had a lot of combat experience, and he immediately understood that the opponent's holy power was above him! In the first confrontation, he was able to have an advantage, because he could condense all the knife curtains of the Eight Pole Glare in one point, plus the long-distance sprint, the momentum reached its peak, and just now he used the Eight Pole Glare to intercept the Heyang Clan monks who rushed from all directions, and his strength was scattered, so he naturally had to feel difficult, after all, he had not been able to penetrate the Saint Yuan Realm for a long time, and the other party had not known how long the Holy Power had been refined.

Ye Xin is not the only one who knows how to take advantage of the victory to pursue, after the figure blasted Ye Xin away, he swept up again, and his whole body turned into a sharp arrow that was fired angrily against the plain, it seemed that he would not give Ye Xin a chance to breathe.

It's just that he looked down on Ye Xin a little, Ye Xin didn't need to breathe at all, his figure swept up at the same time, and the god-killing knife in his hand conjured into thousands of knife curtains, and then the knife curtain condensed towards the front and turned into a knife.

Rumble...... The two of them shot with all their strength for the second time, and fought equally, but they couldn't withstand the incomparably strong strength of the other party, and their bodies involuntarily flew back to the rear, and the center of the impact once again swung up a mud flow dozens of meters high, like a volcanic eruption, and then the shock wave wrapped the mud and rolled in all directions.

This time, the monks of the Heyang Clan had already taken precautions, and the saint-level monks among them just came back and flew around, roaring and roaring, trying to attract Ye Xin's attention, but they did not get closer, and the monks of the lower realm had already avoided it, so this shock wave failed to cause harm to the monks of the Heyang Clan.

Ye Xin, who flew hundreds of meters away, his body sank down slightly, and he suddenly swept forward, he was not afraid of any opponent and himself to start a strong battle with a strong attack, because he relied on too much, normally, he relied on his profound and incomparably deep Yuan Force and tireless fighting spirit, he could defeat the opponent, and really encountered a strong enemy who was evenly divided, and he still had the Killing God Sword in his hand!

Ye Xin believed that there was no magic weapon in the realms and roads that could withstand the continuous slashing of the Killing God Knife, Wu Tianshou's True Extreme Flame Dragon Spear was a famous holy soldier in Hetu, but in the Star Temple, he only made a few swords, and the True Extreme Flame Dragon Spear was damaged, although the other party's holy power was deeper than his, but the magic weapon in his hand could not be stronger than the Killing God Knife.

Ye Xin was bound to get the rations in front of him, and the eight-pole dazzling knife curtain bloomed, and immediately turned into a fierce knife and slashed towards the figure.

That figure was not lost to Ye Xin in terms of momentum, and he greeted him fearlessly, without any fancy tricks or dodging, because the speed of both sides was fast to the limit, and there was only time to make one move at this moment of lightning and fire.

Ye Xin focused all his spirit on his sword posture, temporarily ignoring that this was not a duel, just when the distance between the two sides was less than a hundred meters, and when he was about to collide in the next second, Ye Xin suddenly sensed a wisp of cold air like a needle tip pierced into the depths of his mind, and he didn't have time to think at all, he immediately reacted instinctively, twisted his head and shrank his head, and then a ray of blood light burst out from his back, and a foot-long arrow pierced his holy body and pierced his back shoulder, Ye Xin judged that if he didn't obey the instinctive induction, this arrow would shoot into his ear。

Who was shooting cold arrows? How could they ignore his Eucharistic defenses? But Ye Xin didn't have time to think about it, he regathered his sword strength and rolled towards the short sword that was close to him.

Rumble...... Ye Xin, who was greatly affected, couldn't withstand the opponent's strong force, and was simply shot out, flying more than 100 meters away, hitting the ground diagonally, and then rolling rapidly towards the rear, waving patches of mud and rain.

Although this time the collision was defeated, Ye Xin's state of mind did not have any effect, he was still searching for the archers hidden in the crowd with his divine thoughts, but the archers failed to find them, but they found Chiyo Mushuang, Chiyo Musou was like a nobody, following those monks of the Heyang clan galloping, but his eyes were looking around, as if looking for something.

The figure was unforgiving, and when Ye Xin had just jumped up from the muddy water, he had already flown over Ye Xin, and the short sword in his hand swung down with all his might.

The short sword is only a little more than a foot long, and the momentum of slashing is as if swinging a mountain.

Ye Xin's appearance looked very embarrassed, but his eyes were as quiet as deep space, enough to devour everything, his god-killing knife rolled forward, releasing eight poles of dazzling light, and the knife curtain began to collapse the moment it bloomed, condensing into a knife.

It's just a temporary disadvantage, this is nothing, he is Ye Xin, who has no opponent in the same rank!

Boom...... The figure slammed into the air, although it seemed to have an advantage, but by the rebound of the force, he flew back upside down in the direction from which he came, and Ye Xin's feet stepped on the ground, his body was affected by the huge force, and he hit the ground backwards, hitting it several meters deep, and the shock wave condensed by the turbulence of countless yuan forces exploded in the ground, like a bomb, and the mud was collapsed more than a hundred meters high, like a firework blooming, and a big crater was also blown out around Ye Xin.

The figure once again had the upper hand and was more confident, but just as he was about to relaunch the attack, he suddenly heard an exclamation from the crowd of the Heyang clan.

Chiyo Musou finally activated, her eyes stared at a monk in a robe, her body sprinting forward like lightning, and the monks of the Heyang clan along the way were inexplicably shattered like glass falling on the ground, even if it was a saint-level monk, it was just an extra burst of streamer, which was transformed from the broken holy body.

At the same time that Chiyo Musou locked on the monk in the cloth, the other party also discovered Chiyo Musou and immediately turned around, it was a woman in her thirties, and under her robe, a longbow was revealed.

The woman had intended to aim her longbow at Chiyo Musou, but she found that Chiyo Musou was so fast that she might not have time to shoot an arrow, and then her body fell sharply backwards, disappearing into a giant turtle shell behind her, which then sank to the ground.

Chiyo Mushuang's figure suddenly became a line faster, and then she kicked forward with her flying feet, and her leg sweep caused a wave of blood hundreds of meters long in the crowd, because her speed was too fast, even if the monks of the nearby Heyang clan saw her, they didn't have time to avoid it.

Almost half of the turtle shell disappeared into the ground, Chiyo Mushuang's flying feet had arrived, and the turtle shell with a radius of seven or eight meters flew out like a football, and the speed of reaching the limit made the turtle shell turn into a guillotine, and a blood path of more than 1,000 meters long was created in the crowd of the Heyang clan, and the strength was exhausted, and when it was about to stop, it also knocked more than a dozen monks of the Heyang clan into broken tendons and fractures.

In the eyes of the monks of the Heyang clan, Chiyo Musou was simply a ghost, one second she was still kicking the turtle shell away over there, and the next second she appeared here more than a thousand meters away, volleying a fist and hitting the turtle shell.