For Yechen's understanding, no one can surpass Yang Zikun, not even the dean, in terms of vision, Yang Zikun has surpassed the level of martial spirit, and the person who teaches him is either a martial artist or a martial saint.

While everyone was still maintaining a solemn face, Yang Zikun suddenly grinned: "This guy finally appeared." ”

The people of the Soul Refining Sect who originally didn't pay attention to Yechen immediately became calm when they saw Yechen walking towards the zombie.

The old man shouted fiercely in the distance: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

The young woman shouted, "someone, cut off his head!"

Guo Hui shouted, "Night Master, come to our side." ”

The dean shouted, "Yechen, don't be impulsive. ”

Qin Muge looked at Yechen and said in his heart: "Die, it's best to die, it's a hundred." ”

Yechen walked up to her, she looked up at Yechen, the long hair that covered her face spread out, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

She has never allowed people to approach, and it is the first time that she has allowed people to get so close.

One look, enough.

Yechen didn't say anything, but she read from her eyes that her wisdom was not as primitive as other zombies.

"Follow me!" said Yechen.

She nodded.

A ninth-order warrior walked towards Yechen with a sword, and said with a cruel smile as he walked: "Boy, you are very fat, you dare to spoil the good deeds of your grandfathers." ”

Then, the long knife in his hand slashed fiercely at Yechen.

Yechen easily let the opponent's knife slash down from his side, and then pressed a palm on his chest, a violent force suddenly exploded in his chest, and the man was blasted out like a cannonball, smashing hard on the cliff wall ten meters away, and when the body slid down, everyone saw that his back had turned into a mass of flesh, and the whole back and internal organs in his body were gone.

In the deepest part of the valley, Yechen looked at the crowd blocking in front of him, and shouted coldly: "Death to those who stand in my way!"

The old man of the Soul Refining Sect had a gloomy face, glanced at Yechen, and said with a sneer: "What a crazy tone, go to two martial artists and kill him." ”

Behind the young woman, the last two remaining martial artists walked out, one left and one right, and pounced on Yechen.

The young woman's long sword slashed at the mentor who was fighting with him in front of him, the sharp long sword once again glowed with crystal silver light, and the sword swung open three long swords, and finally stabbed the tip of the sword into the chest of a middle-aged female tutor in her forties.

Guo Hui and others were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

On the other side, Yechen faced the two martial artists, with a cold killing intent in his eyes, and said lightly: "Just take it as a celebration." ”

No one knows what the so-called celebration of the night is.

There was a flash of silver light between his fingers, and in the face of the two long knives that had been slashed over, Yechen stepped on the ghostly steps, as if dancing in the light of the two swords, calmly avoiding the blades.

"Bang Dong!" One of the long knives was caught by Yechen's fingers, the long knife made of stainless steel was clamped off by two fingers, and the black-clothed man of the Soul Refining Sect who was holding a half-cut long knife had a face full of horror and disbelief.

Immediately, the half-cut tip of the knife was in Yechen's hand, slashing towards his original master's throat, and the black-clothed man of the Soul Refining Sect wanted to avoid it, but he found that Yechen's movements followed him like a shadow, and it was as fast as lightning, and only in the blink of an eye, he felt a stinging pain in his throat.

The next moment, the man in black let go of the half-long knife in his hand, pinched the wound on his throat with both hands, and slowly knelt on the ground, his face was full of fear before death and nostalgia for life, he was a master of martial arts, with a high status, when he hid the identity of the Soul Refining Sect, he was the pillar of the family, he was the existence admired by thousands of people, the top master in a city, how could such a person be willing to die so worthless.

Then, with these expressions, he slowly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, very unwilling.

All this happened between Yechen's dodge, but it was just a breath of time, and the other man in black only made two moves, and as soon as he turned around, he saw his companion fall to the ground.

This scene was so frightened that his soul almost flew away, and the night in his eyes was no longer a warrior who thought he could kill at will, but as terrifying as a wild beast.

He's backing up.

Yechen advanced, a pair of cold eyes staring at the regressing man in black.

"Die!" Looking at the approaching night, the helpless man in black could only make a move, and the long knife slashed forward viciously, and the silver light drew a narrow arc in front of him.

"Go in peace. Yechen looked at the man in black with a cold face, stretched out his fingers and grabbed the long knife, and then his fingers flicked lightly, and the powerful anti-shock force made the long knife out of his hand, shaking the martial artist's right hand a little numb.

The martial artist looked at Yechen's finger in disbelief, it was just a finger, and with a flick of it, he actually felt an incomparable force acting on the long knife, how could a person's fingers be so terrifying, and he was just a samurai.

The long knife fell, and was held in Yechen's hand, and then drew a graceful arc in the sky.

The long knife slashed through the throat of the man in black, and a head flew up and fell to the grass, and the headless corpse slowly fell to the ground spurting blood.

Countless people looked at this scene in amazement, especially those tutors of Jiangyin Academy, who were originally indifferent to Yechen's arrival, but they never thought that Yechen's strength would be so strong.

Guo Hui said in an excited tone: "Incredible, it's incredible, the combat power of the Night Master is so powerful. ”

The young woman suddenly turned her head and stared at Yechen with incredible eyes, and said, "I didn't expect you to kill them so quickly. ”

The old man suddenly said sharply: "This son must die, Yu Ling, you guard this gap, I will kill this kid." ”

"Okay!" the young woman replied loudly, and suddenly rushed to the old man's side, slashed at the dean of Jiangyin Academy with a sword, and shouted, "Everyone is behind me." ”

When the remaining people of the Soul Refining Sect heard this, they hurriedly ran to the young woman's side.

"Take this opportunity and kill them. The dean shouted loudly, and a frantic attack fell on the feather spirit.

Yu Ling smiled coldly: "If you want to go over, ask me." At this moment, Yu Ling's attack was not as sharp as before, but the dean found that her defensive ability was even more terrifying than that old man.

"No, the night is dangerous. A mentor shouted.

"Rush to kill, you can't let Yechen die, they want to break through one by one. Someone roared, when these people saw Yechen show it, they deeply understood that if Yechen was alive, even if the other party had two martial spirits, they would be able to maneuver, and if Yechen died, they would have to return to their original disadvantage, or even worse than before, because now, Yang Zikun has been injured.