"Bang!" Without waiting for Ye Qingcheng to count the last count, the smile on Xu Qingfeng's face suddenly froze, bleeding from the seven orifices, and in front of everyone, his body was like a mountain, and he fell heavily to the ground, setting off a burst of floating ash.

Instant death.

Even when he died, he still had a smile on his face.

"Sect Master......" The disciples of the Thousand Poisons Sect were all frightened and rushed towards him like crazy.

The crowd was silent.

"He can't pretend!" The third elder was a little unconvinced, and stepped forward to probe his breathing, his fingers stiffened, "He's really dead!" ”

Everyone was amazed, who would have thought that the sect master of the Thousand Poisons Sect would play with poison all his life, and finally be poisoned to death.

"Girl, oh no, Master, how did you do that? This old thing has long been invulnerable. The old man looked at Ye Qingcheng curiously and asked.

Ye Tingcheng hooked the corners of her mouth, she didn't explain too much, what kind of poison is not invaded is fake, he was not afraid of poison before, because the grade of those poison masters was not as good as him, and when he met someone more powerful than him, he naturally planted it.

Looking at Xu Qingfeng's miserable appearance, Lei Wantian and Mo Changqing suddenly panicked, and both of them had fear on their faces, but at this time, they had no way out.

Ye Qingcheng swept his gaze, "Sect Master of the Beast Control Sect, it's your turn now." ”

Lei Wantian made up his mind, when Ye Qingcheng competed with Nangong Lin, he knew that she could control the beast, although he didn't know what her contract beast was, but it would never exceed the third-grade spirit beast.

Xu Qingfeng is dead, that is because he is incompetent.

But he may not lose.

"Come on!" He pulled up his stance, clearly ready.

Ye Tingcheng turned his head and glanced at Wu Meiniang.

Lao Long snorted dissatisfiedly, "It's just such a garbage thing, and Lao Tzu has to take action, is he worthy?" ”

"He, he's your contract beast?" Lei Wantian's face was full of disbelief, he stared at Wu Meiniang intently, looked him up and down, and was stunned to see what his body was.

He took a step back, "He's clearly a person, not a spirit animal at all. ”

Everyone also thinks so, even the old man's four protectors can't see the old dragon's true body.

The old dragon is missing half of it, the little golden python laughs at him every day, he cries and chirps every day, in order to prevent him from being depressed, Ye Tingcheng specially drew a talisman for him to make up for the half he lacks, but the fake is fake, and he can only fool his eyes.

"That's your blindness." The old dragon sneered, and he punched Lei Wantian is blow.

Rumble!

Fist Wind Hunting, the majestic spiritual power condensed into a black dragon, which continued to amplify in Lei Wantian's eyes.

"Could this be ......" Lei Wantian was terrified, the terrifying coercion hit, he didn't even have time to finish his words, blood splattered, and instantly turned into a puddle of flesh.

In just a moment, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Except for those few powerhouses in the early stage of the transformation of gods, they didn't even know what the old dragon was.

Two of the three people had died, leaving only Mo Changqing, his eyes were frightened, his face was as white as paper, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, he just wanted to get out of here.

It's a pity that Ye Tingcheng is holding the spirit sword in her hand, and she swept the sword edge and pointed directly at his face, "The Sect Master of the Imperial Sword Sect should show the sword!" ”

Sword cultivation is a character who would rather bend than bend, Mo Changqing gritted his teeth and showed his sword.

Although Ye Tingcheng's spiritual power has recovered a little, although he can't fight, he can still make a sword.

For her, to solve Mo Changqing, one sword is enough.

"Buzz!" She raised her hand to sacrifice the spirit sword, and the long sword with cold light hummed, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Mo Changqing was already in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and he suddenly remembered that Ye Qingcheng had used this trick to kill the ancestor of the Bai family, and he immediately urged his spiritual power, and the sword qi turned into a shape, building an invisible protective shield around him.

"Poof......" He released his divine sense, and before he could notice anything, a long sword silently appeared behind him, a sword piercing his chest.

Only one sword.

And he fell to the ground, and he could not close his eyes even when he died.

The Seven Great Sects have fallen four sect masters one after another today, and they all died in the hands of Ye Tingcheng.

Quiet, dead quiet.

The thousands of people present, without saying a word, all looked at Ye Qingcheng in horror, what she wanted was this effect, to deter the seven major sects in one fell swoop.

She offended the Wuji Dan Sect, maybe what these people were thinking in their hearts, it was hard to guarantee that someone wanted to take this opportunity to cling to the Wuji Dan Sect and stab her in the back.

She wanted to tell them that even though the Wuji Dan Sect was terrible, if it offended her, there would be only one end, and that was death!

"Take this as a warning, I hope you will remember, don't make small moves behind my back, the Ye family is not something you can move if you want to." Her red lips were slightly hooked, and her words were cold.

A clear word struck on everyone's hearts, and a cold aura of slaughter shrouded their heads, making them daunting.

The happiest person is the people of the Spirit Doctor Guild, what kind of immortal elder is this? Simply do anything!

The things to be done have been done, and Ye Tingcheng is ready to leave here.

Suddenly, a powerful and familiar aura enveloped her, and she suddenly raised her eyes, and the tall dark figure had already come to her, looking at her with a particularly deep look.

The noble and indifferent man looked down at her lower abdomen, and his ink eyes reflected a dim and unknown light.

Ye Chengcheng followed his line of sight, her heart trembled, did he know anything?

"You ......" she spoke, and Di Yun waved his long arm and picked her up.

His speed was so fast that it almost flashed by, and everyone didn't see anything clearly, only to see Ye Tingcheng disappear out of thin air.

"Fourth sister, Master, Elder Taishang......" Ye Tianshu and the people of the Spirit Doctor Guild were shocked.