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That's the name of that terrible organization, meaning hell on earth.

It is said that it has existed in the mythological era, and for three thousand years, it has gone through countless dynasties without falling, and the depth of the heritage is incomprehensible.

They recruited a large number of death row prisoners and wandering swordsmen, and trained them in cruel and bloody training, and finally cultivated them into humanoid weapons that only knew how to kill, and staged the most terrible hell scenes on the mainland.

Its strength is just revealed on the surface, it is already shocking, such as the eight Xuan Swords, each of which is the top swordsman in the world, as well as the Blood Rain Building, the Lu Lingmu family, these forces are closely related to the human prison, and some people even suspect that there are several Taoist systems in the hundred gates, which they have fostered!

Provoked by such a force, Ye Qingguan felt that Su Xiaobai was very dangerous, even if there was a sword blind man by his side, three Xuan Swords could hold back a demi-saint, let alone deal with the sword blind man.

Dozens of killers from the human prison surrounded from all directions, surrounding Ye Qingguan in the middle, silent, only a terrifying murderous aura was stirring, as if stepping into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Looking at their costumes, from the subtleties, Ye Qingguan could tell that most of them were fourth-rank killers in the human world, and there were only five people in the third-rank Hou character.

Ye Qingguan's face was indifferent, looking at the dozens of killers who were slowly approaching him, at a certain moment, the iron sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and with the sword drawing style, a sword light condensed to the extreme flew out, fast, accurate, ruthless, with an incomparable murderous aura, and slashed into the crowd.

This is a sword that must be killed, with the momentum of a thousand blades, issued between the snaps of the fingers, without warning before the sword, after the sword is like a thunderstorm, so fast to the extreme, so that the enemy does not even have a chance to draw the sword.

Snort!

Three or four people were slashed by the sword light, blood soared, and their bodies were almost cut in half.

Ye Qingguan seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife, his body was ethereal, like catkins rising and falling with the wind, there was no law, and he dodged five or six long swords stabbed at the same time in an instant, and the iron sword in his hand flipped over, like lightning, stabbing more than a dozen times in a row, taking away one life after another.

Although the fourth-class killer is the lowest in the killer level of the human prison, after all, he has entered the rank, and he is not comparable to those killers who do not enter the stream.

It can be seen from the word "Uncle" that such a killer has at least assassinated someone who is equivalent to the status of a dynasty earl, and he is better than ordinary people in terms of strength and scheming.

But in the face of Ye Qingguan, there is still something not enough to see.

The floating light and shadow figure unfolded, Ye Qingguan shuttled back and forth in the sword light, and the long sword almost brushed against his body, and his grasp of the situation was extremely wonderful.

A third-class killer stared at Ye Qingguan, his eyes were burning, he saw the right time, and was ready to attack.

At a certain moment, Ye Qingguan's armpit revealed a hollow door, his eyes burst out with dazzling light, and a sword that had been gaining momentum for a long time was handed out between the lightning and flint, and penetrated Ye Qingguan's heart from his armpit.

A hint of mockery flashed in Ye Qingguan's eyes, and he casually pulled a killer to block the sword, and then slapped it out with one palm, and the majestic internal force surged out, smashing the entire corpse over.

And at this moment, the remaining four Hou Zi third-rank killers found an opportunity, and four long swords stabbed at Ye Qingguan from four different directions, blocking all retreats, making him unavoidable.

Ye Qingguan's eyes were like cold electricity, holding an iron sword in his hand, pinching a sword mark, the spirit rhino sword trick was cast, the heart had a spirit rhino, the sword moved with his heart, each sword was like a stroke of genius, doing whatever he wanted, forming a sword domain around his body, and the sword shadow was all over the sky, blocking all the attacks.

The sword has a spirit rhino, dominating every inch of the land, Ye Qingguan's body and mind are ethereal, and the four long swords are constantly strangled from all directions, but it is difficult to hurt him in the slightest.

The clanging sound of clinking and clinking was constantly sounding here, sparks were splashing everywhere, sword qi was accumulating, and there were dazzling sword shadows everywhere.

In the midst of this fight, another abrupt and domineering sword light suddenly appeared, and the sword aura was like a dragon, forcing a Hou character killer to retreat.

Ye Qingguan held two swords in his hands, one hand to perform the Lingxi Sword Technique, and the other hand to perform the Nine Dragons Sword Technique, one attack and one defense, distraction and two uses, the swordsmanship was wonderful, which made everyone secretly frightened.

Laugh at!

The blood light flashed, and Ye Qingguan took nine steps in a row, and with a strong and domineering qi machine, he forced a third-class killer of Hou Zi into a corner, and the iron sword swung and cut off his head.

Then he turned around, and the thirteen swords flew, and the sword qi was intertwined, turning into a huge cross lore, falling into the crowd like a meat grinder, blood and flesh splashed, and stumps and broken arms were everywhere.

Then he flicked his fingers on the sword, a crisp sonorous sound like the sound of a piano sounded, ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, and the long swords of more than a dozen people were shattered, clanging and falling to the ground, Ye Qingguan's iron sword swept out, and the Rainbow Sword Trick was unleashed, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, piercing them into a sieve.

Ye Qingguan completely turned into an executioner at this time, his attack was swift and ruthless, and he exerted his quick precision to the extreme, as cold as a sword, and his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest.

After a long time, only Ye Qingguan was the only person standing here, the iron sword in his hand was stained with blood, and it fell to the ground ticking, beautiful and rhythmic.

Looking at a few killers who were groaning in pain, Ye Qingguan walked over with an expressionless face, plunged a sword into their hearts, and only drew his sword after confirming that he was completely dead.

"No matter where you are, we'll keep an eye on you!

When it was the turn of the last third-rank killer, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said such a sentence, which made Ye Qingguan's heart skip a beat.

While in the Sage's House, he was assassinated by several assassins in his room, and found a note under his pillow that said just that.

At that time, he paid attention, and could quietly stuff a note under his pillow, and knew his details so well, that there were only a handful of forces with such ability.

But what made him even more frightened was that he had changed his appearance, but he was still recognized, what does this mean?

Now it is clear that the forces that are eyeing him are hell on earth.

And they can recognize themselves again and again, except for the unique ancient sword in their hands, there is absolutely no second possibility.

Ye Qingguan gradually understood what Uncle Thirteen said, "Even if you want to stop, the people of the world will urge you to move forward", this is an involuntary choice, and it is an involuntary road.

With the means of human hell, if you want to kill him, it is absolutely easy, and a few of the eight Xuanjian can do it.

But they didn't do that, but they were watching all this, watching him keep moving forward, with strange thoughts and purposes, maybe he was the only one in this world who could do it.

"Immortal?"

Ye Qingguan muttered, he has the blood of a god, the world is legendary, a godman can live forever, and he has a real inheritance of divine power, he went to the seven places where miracles were conceived, just to solve this mystery and cure his stubborn disease by the way.

Now it seems that the hell on earth wants to sit back and enjoy its fruits, waiting for the final fruits to be harvested!