A punch slammed into his chest, instantly piercing his chest, shattering pieces by piece, and flying out of the bloody minced flesh in all directions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zheng Shiyi's whole person was completely in a state of crazy killing, his eyes were red, his clothes were wet with blood, and his murderous aura was growing in a terrifying situation.

Stimulated by the endless murderous aura, the killing battle realm is faint, and there is a tendency to open automatically.

Slowly, he didn't even know what he was doing at the moment, and even stopped thinking, he just knew that he was going to kill all the Yakshas, and there would be no one left!

In the distance, he looked at him from a distance, and with every knife falling, there would be a figure of Yaksha being killed, and a deep look of admiration appeared on his face.

Sad.

He could feel the sad aura that Zheng Shiyi exuded when he killed every Yaksha.

He is redeeming these nakshatras.

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!

Thousands of killings and robberies are attributed to me, thousands of blood sins are attributed to me, and the world is pure!

It is rumored that this is the Blood Buddha that exists in the scriptures of the Qing Academy, and he is the true Great Compassion, and he actually saw the shadow of the Blood Buddha in this guy today.

One by one, the yakshas, like moths to a fire, kept rushing towards Zheng Shiyi, and then fell down one by one.

The ground around him was already stained red with blood unconsciously, and the red blood flowed slowly like a stream.

Originally, there were more than 100 people in the Yaksha team, but there were only a few figures left.

Zheng Shiyi still wielded the ink scale knife, as if he was from the god of death in hell, constantly harvesting life one by one.

The murderous aura that permeated his body also expanded from just frightening people at the beginning to the point of making people's hearts tremble and almost collapse.

One by one, the Yakshas, who almost never knew fear, never knew timidity, seemed to have encountered the most feared existence in their hearts, and scattered and fled in all directions.

In the rear, the Ink Scale Knife slashed through the wind and slashed at a retreating Yaksha, slashing the opponent into two with one sword!

Zheng Shiyi's eyes were scarlet, dragging his already exhausted, scarred body towards the front, the surging killing intent spread to the surroundings with the movements of his body, and this space seemed to have been solidified.

It seems that they were affected by the killing intent, and the speed of the several yakshas, who were fleeing, was significantly slower than usual.

The two fleeing Yaksha hadn't run far yet, and behind them, the suffocating Yaksha had already stabbed with murderous intent.

With a single sword, two huge heads flew out.

The blood-stained Ink Scale Knife emitted bursts of bloodthirsty light that made people's hearts palpitate under the sunlight.

"Can't run anymore!"

"Fight!"

The remaining two Yaksha looked at their companions who had been killed one by one after escaping, and suddenly turned around and rushed in the direction of Zheng Shiyi.

It's just that you can't escape blindly at all, and now if you want to survive, the only way is to kill the other party.

That human, after fighting for so long, his body has already shaken, and he is also the end of the strong crossbow!

The two Yaksha suddenly raised their war knives high in their hands, one left and one right, and slashed towards Zheng Shiyi.

In the ink scale knife in Zheng Shiyi's hand, bursts of black mist like clouds suddenly gushed out, bursts of murderous aura that made people tremble all over the body, and the figure that originally seemed to be a little slow suddenly accelerated, and one step appeared behind the two yashas, and the ink scale knife in his hand slashed.

The two Yaksha looked at the figure that suddenly disappeared in front of them, and immediately turned their bodies, trying to turn their heads and limbs, but their heads were only halfway turned, and the two heads were already flying.

It's so strong!

Standing in place, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he thought that Zheng Shiyi had killed hundreds of Yaksha and had received countless injuries on his body, but now he was fighting with his last will, and he could kill him with his own shot. Who would have thought that he would be able to burst out with such terrifying combat power!

What is this kid made of? Isn't it that there is no effect on him when he is injured?

Looking at Zheng Shiyi, who was covered with scars, he hesitated, turned around, and fled quickly into the distance.

Zheng Shiyi listened to the sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and a sneer appeared on his face, all the yaksha around him had died, and the only one who could run at this time was the monk Na Ran, who wanted to escape while his body was at its weakest.

Want to run......

Zheng Shiyi suddenly turned around, his eyes looking towards Ran.

Knowing that the body that had just taken a step suddenly trembled, I don't know why, Zheng Shiyi, who was rushing straight not far away, didn't look fast, but at a glance, he felt that a demon king who had walked out of the battlefield of ancient gods and demons seemed to be able to rush in front of him in an instant.

In a trance, his entire body seemed to be frozen, and there seemed to be a sharp knife on his chest that could easily cut his bones.

Run!

He exhaled heavily, swept the fear out of his body, turned around and turned into a white light, and rushed into the distance.

Zheng Shiyi moved his legs and chased in the direction of Ran, in a short moment, the distance between the two sides had been opened at an astonishing speed, and the battle with nearly a hundred Yakshas, the aura in his body had been almost completely exhausted, and even the ink scale knife, which had not felt any weight before, was as heavy as a mountain at this moment.

The legs were more like they had been poured into lead, and they seemed to be stuck in the mud, and every step forward was so difficult.

Zheng Shiyi was running as he gasped for air, and the bean shook ground continued to slide down his cheeks.

"Bump!"

Suddenly, a loud bang rang out.

The ground not far in front of him exploded without warning, and a black shadow rushed out of the dirt, instantly rushing in front of Zheng Shiyi, the blade in his hand turned into a white light, and slashed down.

The blade had not yet fallen, and the cold sword wind had already hit.

Just by the wind of this knife, the ground below was immediately plowed out a clear crack, and bursts of dust flew up.

Zheng Shiyi's body suddenly tensed up, and a chill suddenly rose from his back, suddenly spreading throughout his body, looking at the knife that was about to fall, the upper body of the whole person twisted strangely, and when the sword light fell, the ink scale knife was raised high, just in front of him.

The next moment, a muffled sound like a giant palm slapping on the surface of the sea came out, and the falling wind bounced back like a ray of light falling on a mirror, reflecting on the sword that happened to fall.

For a moment, Gangfeng was like a dead tree that had been dried in the sun, and suddenly broke into two petals.

Zheng Shiyi's body, a huge force as if the mountain was falling, and the body, which had become extremely weak due to the great battle, rushed towards the ground under the impact of this huge force, like a nail smashed into the wall by a hammer, and fell towards the ground under his feet.

"You...... You can even use my Yaksha Clan's stunt!" In the mouth of the black shadow of the sneak attack, he subconsciously let out an exclamation and twisted his joints, this is the stunt of their Yaksha clan, although there are some humans who don't know how to cultivate this stunt, but no human has ever succeeded in cultivating.

The young man in front of him, he actually cultivated stronger than some Yakshas!

If it hadn't been for this human boy who suddenly performed such a stunt just now, he would have died under his own sword!

Zheng Shiyi looked up at the Yaksha that suddenly appeared in front of him, and secretly annoyed in his heart, he was really careless this time. When he was surrounded by hundreds of yakshas, he faintly felt that there was a vague aura, lurking in the ground not far away, like a beast waiting for an opportunity to attack, staring at him.

However, there were too many Yaksha killed, and he couldn't get close to that place, and then as he was injured by Yaksha again and again, he was exhausted again and again, and he seemed to fall into a state of madness, and in the end, he even gradually ignored this Yaksha hiding in the shadows.

This yaksha, who was really able to endure it, watched his companions die under his sword but remained indifferent, waiting until his body and mind were exhausted to the extreme, and when he was fully focused on the sate, he attacked.

If I hadn't practiced a stunt that could twist joints, I'm afraid I would have been hit hard!

In front of him, a pair of war knives glowing with white light as cold as the eyes of poisonous snakes had been cut down.

Killing Battleground!

In Zheng Shiyi's body, a murderous aura as thick as a dark cloud flew into the sky, and the whole world seemed to freeze instantly.

With a slam of his legs, Zheng Shiyi's body jumped up in the air, rolling towards the rear, and the ink scale knife in his hand swung at the same time, slashing towards the diagonal rear.

Yaksha's body suddenly froze, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ancient battlefield full of dead corpses at this moment, and a most instinctive sense of fear rose in his heart, and he suddenly retracted his hand, trying to throw the war knife in front of him to block the sudden sword.

But in front of him, the war knife in the hand of the human boy who had no strength suddenly accelerated, like a meteor in the night sky, and before the battle knife turned back, it had already slipped down.

The sharp blade fell on the arm, and the entire arm was instantly slashed off, and the stinging pain of the drill heart instantly passed along the nerve to his brain.

The originally handsome face of the Yaksha in front of him suddenly twisted because of the sudden sharp pain, and his eyes revealed a burst of horror, the human in front of him had obviously been fighting for a long time, and the injuries on his body made him almost unable to run.

It is precisely because of this that he will make a move, but how can he burst out with such terrifying combat power?

That astonishing killing intent was even stronger than any human he had encountered!

Yaksha turned around in terror, trying to escape from a distance, but as soon as he turned around, the inky black blade had fallen again.

The sharp blade passed through his back, easily piercing his entire chest, piercing through his front chest, and red blood falling down the pitch-black blade.

"You ......"

Yaksha seemed to want to say something, but he just spat out a word, his body tilted, and he had already fallen,

"Whirring ......"

Zheng Shiyi gasped heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead continued to drip down, his body weakened, and he sat on the ground, his body had been consumed to the extreme before, and he forcibly broke out of the killing battle again, and now he really has no strength. (To be continued.) )