The monks of several sects finally realized that none of their sects alone could deal with Ye Qing.

So they quickly reached a consensus and worked together to deal with Ye Qing.

Even if you want to receive the reward, you have to kill Ye Qing first, and then find out which sect is receiving the reward.

"Ye Qing is already at the end of the crossbow, don't be afraid!"

"If we shoot together, we will definitely be able to kill him!"

But before they could make a move, someone took the lead.

It's the troupe!

It was that Tsing Yi who came to Ye Qing again, and the training in his sleeve seemed to be endless, and at this moment he stretched out freely, wrapping around Ye Qing like a stream of water.

Under the cover of these horses, a white suit came behind Ye Qing.

It's the harlequin in white!

Without waiting to get close to Ye Qing, he threw a knife in his hand fiercely, stabbing into Ye Qing's body with a sharp whistling sound!

Blood splattered and flowed down Ye Qing's back.

Even the white-clothed clown himself didn't expect that this blow would be successful.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled behind Ye Qing, and then jumped up suddenly, and the big knife in his hand swept out!

This knife is to cut off Ye Qing's head!

But at this moment, Ye Qing suddenly turned around, with a fierce killing intent in his eyes.

The timing chosen by everyone in the troupe was very good, and this was the time when Ye Qing had just vented and was the weakest.

But Ye Qing knew deeply that Lao Li and they were next to him, how dare he really drain his spiritual power?

At this time, he still has about thirty percent of his spiritual power, and he is still recovering.

Pretending to be weak is also to lure others into doing it.

He turned around suddenly, his mouth moved, and the white-clothed harlequin read what Ye Qing said.

"I'm sorry."

The white-clothed harlequin was shocked, and it was too late to retreat.

Ye Qing grabbed the big knife he swung with one hand, and directly grabbed his neck with the other hand, lifting him into the air!

"Go all the way!"

Ye Qing's fingers were bent and hooked, like dragon claws, and the amazing power gathered on his fingers, directly breaking the neck of the white-clothed clown.

He even released a deadly toxin to ensure that the harlequin in white died without any pain.

Throwing his body aside, he pulled out the large knife that was inserted into his body from behind him and stuck it on the ground casually.

"Lao Li, why didn't you make a move yourself?"

Ye Qing shouted, looking at everyone in the troupe, but he didn't see Lao Li's figure.

However, he did not show mercy, after all, as Lao Li himself said, the two of them only have different positions.

He wants to stay alive, so he wants to kill all the killers.

The surrounding horses were constantly tightening, but Ye Qing stretched out his hand towards the sky.

In the sword formation in mid-air, the Yanhuang sword flew out suddenly, but it was entangled by Tsing Yi's training.

But Tsing Yi didn't expect that the Yanhuang Sword would be smashed in the blink of an eye and fall into Ye Qing's hands.

"Girl, you sing very well."

Ye Qing said slowly, and the flames on the Yanhuang Sword suddenly became blazing, like a round of scorching sun.

"Sword Slash...... Heaven and earth! ”

As soon as the sword fell, the earth-shattering sword light suddenly flew out, and the Pi Lian who was blocking the front was not only shattered by the sword light, but also burned.

It's like paper money burned in a grave.

Tsing Yi was shocked in his heart, and retreated again and again, and endless training was blocked in front of him, wanting to block this blow.

But as soon as she took a few steps back, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Looking down, a bloody hole was left in the heart position, and a sharp cone flew out of the bloody hole.

"How...... Probably ......"

She muttered, her heart shattered, and she collapsed with a bang.

The blood stains on his chest were like a bright red flower blooming.

"I know girls love beauty, so I don't want to make your face."

Ye Qing said in a low voice.

Using the Soul Chasing Spike, he usually goes towards the center of the monk's eyebrows and the back of his head.

This place is a vital point for monks, and it can kill with a single blow.

But Ye Qing killed Tsing Yi, but it pierced her heart.

This can be regarded as another kind of respect for Ye Qing's troupe.

Four of the monks of the troupe had died, and the remaining six or seven looked very nervous.

Perhaps it was the first time they had encountered such a strong opponent.

The mission sent by the common people is assigned according to the true strength of the target.

There won't be a particularly strong target, but a weak killer will be dispatched.

But this time, the Cangsheng Organization seemed to be mistaken, they underestimated Ye Qing's strength.

Maybe I didn't expect that someone would grow so fast.

Although everyone in the troupe was nervous, they still rushed towards Ye Qing.

Two martial artists rushed in front of Ye Qing, one holding a short stick and the other holding a spear.

The two of them cooperated very tacitly, and they even left Ye Qing with a few wounds.

Their tricks seem to be all tricks on the stage, but when they are really displayed, the power is still very amazing.

Moreover, the weapons in their hands were clearly ordinary weapons before, and even the broadswords were not sharpened.

But now in their hands, they have all become divine weapons.

Ye Qing kept retreating, and suddenly a crazy warning in his heart, he subconsciously tilted his head to the side, and a fierce wind flew past his ears.

If you look closely, it is a jade hairpin.

This jade hairpin is Lao Li's daughter, the magic weapon used by Xiaocui, and it can be used at will and controlled remotely.

Ye Qing dodged the jade hairpin, but did not dodge the attack of the two martial artists in front of him.

The spear pierced his shoulder, and the rod slammed into the top of his head, blood oozing from his hair.

This made Ye Qing, who was already injured, look even more miserable.

But Ye Qing's expression became a little hideous, his arm was so strong that he relied on his flesh and blood to clamp the spear and couldn't pull it back.

Then five rings suddenly flew up on his body, and in the blink of an eye, they were put on the limbs and neck of the gun-wielding martial artist.

Ye Qing rushed forward savagely, the martial artist was trapped, unable to move at all, and the ring around his neck was still tightening rapidly, making him almost suffocated.

"Let's go!"

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Takeshi's face, and the deadly toxin seeped into Takeshi's body.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Sheng was killed on the spot.

The people in the opera troupe were even more distressed, while the monks of other sects seemed to see an opportunity.

After all, Ye Qing looked very weak at this moment.

"Kill Ye Qing!"

A monk roared and rushed over, but Ye Qing just turned his head coldly to look at him, and then moved away from him.

The monk didn't understand what Ye Qing meant, but he saw a black dot flying and flew directly into his mouth.

The man was shocked, as if he had swallowed a fly, and soon he felt the "fly" begin to wreak havoc in his body.

"Help me, save me!"