The long sword in Yechen's hand swung like a scythe of death, slicing through life.

After the man in black behind him shot two arrows, he never fired another arrow, and when Yechen turned sideways to look at his peripheral vision, his figure had disappeared.

Zhao Kuo had already suffered heavy losses under the attack of the Death Knight, retreated into the crowd, and roared in the crowd: "Childe, go quickly." ”

Yu Fenhao was obviously very unwilling, watching his guards die in his hands from time to time, making his anger continue to skyrocket, and he couldn't wait to cut Yechen into eight pieces, peeling the skin and cramping.

At the same time, Yechen's strength also deeply stimulated him, and now Yechen's strength is too strong, every sword slash out is far beyond the strength that a martial spirit early stage martial artist should have, those guards who call the same life lock, and his strength is about the same, but they are not his opponents at all, and the battle seems to be a slaughter.

After a hesitation, someone fell under Yechen's sword.

"Let's go!" Yu Fenhao roared, and the sword light slashed fiercely at the little skeleton.

At this time, Yechen turned around, set his eyes on Yu Fenhao, and said coldly: "If you want to leave, have you asked me?"

Just now, Yechen rushed into Yu Fenhao's guards, but he used them as whetstones, using their power to refine the Yin Spring in his body, if it weren't for this, Yu Fenhao would have become Yechen's sword soul.

Now that the realm has broken through, he has been promoted to a martial artist, and he can withdraw at any time.

Yechen stepped on the silver light at his feet, and his body was like a shadow away from the guards.

The guards reacted quickly, and after seeing Yechen pounce on Yu Fenhao, they immediately stepped forward quickly, and shouted, "Protect Childe." ”

The Death Knight charged, slamming into the guards who stood in the way of Nighttime like a locomotive.

The three figures were swept away by the Death Knight.

Lan Wen seized this opportunity and unleashed a king-level sword technique, and the brilliant sword light cut off the heads of the three people.

The little skeleton held a wind spur in his hand and stabbed Xia Zhixin, who was about to escape, and stopped her violently.

Yechen approached Yu Fenhao very easily, his cold gaze already on his face.

Yu Fenhao didn't have any fear when he saw Yechen coming, but roared sharply: "Boy, do you know who I am? ”

"Idiot!" Yechen snorted coldly, and the sword light in his hand swept towards Yu Fenhao's throat.

Yu Fenhao slashed out with a sword and roared, "You dare to kill me." ”

Yechen easily avoided Yu Fenhao's sword light, and then picked up the long sword, leaving a finger-sized gap in Yu Fenhao's throat, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"You!" Yu Fenhao's movements suddenly froze, and he still stared at Yechen with an expression of disbelief in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Yechen really dared to kill him.

Then, Yu Fenhao, who had not yet lost his breath, saw Yechen quickly snatch the long sword in his hand, revealing a touch of surprise.

Although it is the lowest level of spiritual weapon, it is also a magic weapon, and with this sword, Yechen's strength can be increased by three percent.

Then, Yechen untied the soft armor on Yu Fenhao's body again, and peeled off the bloody soft armor from Yu Fenhao's body three or two times.

With a strong unwillingness, Yu Fenhao's body finally lay on the ground, his body was constantly twitching, and the amplitude of his movements was getting smaller and smaller.

"Brothers, protect Miss Xia. Zhao Kuo shouted, at this moment, there were only more than thirty of them left.

At the same time, Xia Zhixin wanted to hide in the crowd.

Yechen smiled coldly, took the sword he had just dodged in his hand, and slashed at the guards who rushed over.

When the sword breaks, people die......

The power of the magic weapon in Yechen's hands is far from being comparable to Yu Fenhao, the realm of the martial artist cannot fully exert the power of the magic weapon at all, and only the domineering of the six reincarnation techniques of Yechen can not disgrace this spirit-level sword.

"Hahaha, yes, nice sword. Yechen laughed and said, this sword is among the spiritual weapons, and it can be regarded as a first-class product.

Yechen didn't rush to kill Xia Zhixin, let Xia Zhixin be wrapped in guards, and frantically retreated towards the stone gate, while Yechen and his dead creatures stuck to them, constantly killing those who came into contact.

As the guards were killed, the power that the same life lock could exert became smaller and smaller, and under the vicious cycle, the speed at which the number of guards was decreasing was accelerating.

Thirty, twenty ...

Soon, there were less than ten guards left around Xia Zhixin, and even three were seriously injured.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me. Xia Zhixin suddenly let out a cry, and then cried with tears, that beautiful face, pear blossoms with rain, made countless people swallow.

Someone wanted to go up to the hero to save the beauty, but after seeing Yechen and his death knight, he stopped abruptly.

Although the beauty is beautiful, it must also be enjoyed by life.

"Please, Shaoxia, everything I did was forced, it's really none of my business. Xia Zhixin begged, this woman's appearance is no less than Lin Yan'er, she is a standard beauty, although her figure is not as tall as Lin Yan'er, her thin figure is very material, this is a stunner that is very easy to arouse men's desires.

Xia Zhixin knows that her beauty, this kind of delicate and moving appearance, has made countless men sink.

But when he looked at Yechen, he saw a piece of determination, and a faint sneer appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at Xia Zhixin's ignorance and naivety.

Yechen's sword glowed with cold light, Xia Zhixin subconsciously wanted to hide, and then quickly felt as if she was flying, there was a headless body spurting blood below, and the thin and plump delicate body made her feel very familiar, and Yechen put away the sword, held the headless delicate body, and touched the delicate body.

As if remembering something, Xia Zhixin's facial expression became jealous and fearful, and she wanted to shout, but she couldn't, so she could only open her mouth, and her face showed a thick unwillingness.

"Kill them!" Yechen ordered the dead creatures, and then continued to search for Xia Zhixin's body, taking off her storage ring by the way.

Sure enough, what Xia Zhixin was wearing was also a piece of armor, and this armor was still a women's one, so she just took it back for Zhang Yun to wear.

As for the decency of the corpse or something, Yechen didn't think about it at all, he didn't dismantle her into eight pieces, it was already very righteous.

Taking Yu Fenhao and Xia Zhixin's storage rings into his hands, the anger in Yechen's heart finally dissipated, and he knew that these two fools must have given him a lot of wealth, and he didn't need to look at anything else, two bows, two swords and two pieces of armor were worth 200 million.

Such a net worth is already worthy of an ordinary martial king.

Immediately, Yechen set his eyes on Zhao Kuo, and in his hand, there was a treasure of higher value: the same life lock.

(End of chapter)