How terrifying the fifth-order top-grade weapons were, coupled with the blessing of Ye Wentian's huge power, it was even more shocking, Ouyang Qideng's face turned white with fright, the hairs on his whole body rose up, and his whole body was sweating like pulp, sacrificing the strongest defensive spirit skill, and firmly wrapped himself with eight spider legs.

With a loud bang, the three swords hit at the same time, the broken spider legs exploded all over the sky, Ouyang Qi's blood sprayed wildly, and flew out upside down like a cannonball, smashing heavily into the collapsed ruins, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

"Dad!" Ouyang Xun had been hiding in the corner, and rushed out in surprise, digging through the ruins with his spider legs, and helping Ouyang Qi up.

Ouyang Qi was covered in blood, the eight spider legs behind him were tattered, like broken branches, and his clothes were broken, not as good as the most pitiful refugees, more wolves than wolves, just now he resisted the three swords, and it was the three swords under the blessing of Ye Wentian's great strength, he was not lightly injured, covering his chest, and blood continued to flow down the corners of his mouth.

"Sect Master!" the eight elders landed at the same time, protecting Ouyang Qi behind them.

"I, I'm fine. Ouyang Qi coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, gasped and waved his hand.

The highest-ranking Great Elder, with his hair fur open, his veins bulging high, and his old face kept shaking, which showed how angry he was, staring at Ye Wentian and saying in a deep voice: "Who are you, why did you come to my sect to commit murder?"

The fighting around is still continuing, although the number of disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect is large, but the disadvantage has been achieved, plus the casualties who died under Ye Wentian's sword before have exceeded hundreds, and there are bloody corpses everywhere, several elders are twitching in their eyes, the corners of their eyes are twitching, they are distressed, these disciples are the cornerstone of supporting the sect, without them, the sect would not have any meaning.

Ye Wentian shook his divine sword and said, "I think, let's ask your sect master, what stupid things you have done!"

"Sect Master, what the hell is going on?" an elder asked urgently.

"Xun'er, tell me, what's going on!" The Great Elder saw that Ouyang Qi was injured, so he simply questioned Ouyang Xun directly.

Ouyang Xun hesitated and said: "Returning to the Great Elder, it was he who took the Yuanzhu of the Marquis of Dingyuan, and my father remembered the friendship with the Marquis of Dingyuan, so he arrested his subordinates and wanted to exchange for the Yuanzhu, who knows, he didn't even ask, indiscriminately, and killed him directly!"

Ye Wentian's face turned terried, and he gritted his teeth and sneered: "Do you dare to quibble, it seems that the killing is not enough!" Before the words fell, the Qinglong Divine Sword suddenly slashed to the side, and a hundred meters of sword light shot out, three Spirit Monarchs and nine True Spirit Masters were crushed by the sword light, leaving a deep slash mark on the ground, and a house was cut off from it.

"Stop!" The Great Elder was so anxious that he hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.

"Isn't it just trying to snatch Yuanzhu? It's all just an excuse to cover up your greed, it's also greedy, look at other people's champions, dare to think and dare to say and do, at least not hypocritical, and then look at you, you don't even dare to admit greed, it's really disgusting, it's just scum rubbish!" Ye Wentian had one person and one sword, shocking the audience.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the eight elders, Ye Wentian raised his head and said fiercely: "In a word, hand over the murderer and the hostages, otherwise, under the divine sword, the Eight Poisons Sect will be removed from now on!"

"You!" The eight elders glared at each other, Ye Wentian's words were really exciting, they had never been threatened like this in their lives, and they still pointed their swords at their noses and threatened.

The Great Elder said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, no matter how good Ren Yuanzhu is, it can't compare to the safety of the sect! If you harm the sect because of your own selfishness, you will be a sinner for the ages!"

"Sect Master, take a step back for the time being!"

"Sect Master, this kid has the Qinglong Divine Sword in his hand, we can't do anything to him at all, otherwise it will be treason. ”

"Sect Master, why don't you arrest people casually without investigating clearly, it's really too confused, this kid can borrow the Qinglong Divine Sword, he must be highly valued by His Majesty, aren't you making trouble for the sect?"

"Sect Master!" Several elders are all smart people, knowing that as long as the Qinglong Divine Sword is there, the Eight Poisons Sect will undoubtedly be defeated, if they continue to insist, in order to protect the sect, they can only break the cauldron and forcibly kill Ye Wentian, and then lead the sect to flee immediately, and in the future, they will always move everywhere under the pursuit of the empire.

This was not the outcome they wanted, and the foundation of the Eight Poisons Sect could not be destroyed in their hands.

Under the continuous urging of the eight elders, Ouyang Qi's face turned blue, staring at Ye Wentian, his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, his teeth clucked, the sect master of his dignified first-class sect was actually forced to bow his head to Ye Wentian today and admit his mistakes, he was unwilling, unwilling, unwilling!

But what if you are not reconciled? The eight elders have already compromised.

"Sect Master save us!" Many disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect who couldn't support it asked for help while resisting. Due to distraction, a Lingjun was pierced by a dragon spear, and the black iron dragon spear pierced through his chest, picking him up, and he looked down at the tip of the spear pierced from his chest in despair, and his head tilted and swallowed.

"Sect Master, help!"

"Sect Master, save me!"

"Zong...... Ah......" The same picture kept happening, and every second, the disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect were killed under the bloodthirsty dragon spear.

The scenes of the tragic death of the disciples came into view, and the desperate cries for help were heard in his ears, Ouyang Qi's face was blue and black, his eyes were bloodshot, and finally two words popped out from between his teeth: "Release people!"

"Stop!" Ye Wentian raised his hand and drank, and all the dark dragon guards collected their guns and retreated at the same time, neatly aligned without hesitation.

Many disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect walked around from the Ghost Gate, and at this time, they were in a relaxed mood, and they sat on their knees with weak legs, sweating profusely and trembling all over.

"Inquiry, you go and bring the hostages out. Ouyang Qi said.

Ye Wentian said suddenly: "Brother Xiang, help me a favor, accompany him on a trip, and avoid him from doing anything." I'll leave it first, if there is any damage to the Dugu Sword, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life!"

"No problem. Xiang Shaowu carried the Martial Spirit Open Heaven Axe on his shoulder, and strode towards it with Ouyang Xun.

The audience was silent, only blood and corpses all over the ground, witnessing what had just happened, in this battle, seventy-nine disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect were killed, one hundred and two people were seriously injured, and one thousand three hundred people were lightly injured!

This is the difference in training, the old department that followed the Dark Demon Dragon Marshal to fight are all iron-blooded tough guys!

After a while, Xiang Shaowu returned with the Dugu Sword on his back, at this time the Dugu Sword was extremely weak, and there were blood marks everywhere on his body, obviously suffering a lot.

Ye Wentian had a cold face, and injected his strong spiritual power into Dugu Jian's body, helping him sort out the meridians in his body and relieve the injuries of his internal organs.

Dugu Jian's face was slightly bloody, his heavy eyelids opened a slit, and he said in a weak voice: "I knew you would definitely come to save me, thank you......"

Ye Wentian held his shoulder, shook his head and said, "No, it should be me who thanks you, thank you!"

Dugu Jian smiled reluctantly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

(It should be almost time for the rookie list battle, Eun)