Yang Yi's ghostly speed made the remaining two archers unable to remain silent and speechless, and the archer on the right screamed fiercely when Yang Yi's heavenly sword was approaching, warning the backyard.

But as soon as the voice came out, the head with the mask had been cut off by Yang Yi swinging his sword.

With a "bang", the archer on the left who was stabbed in the center by Yang Yi before he spurted blood and fell to the ground.

There was still one of the three archers left at this time, Yang Yi turned around with his sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards the only one left.

Although Yang Yi only killed two archers in a moment, in this short period of fighting, Yang Yi had already measured that these three archers were not ordinary people, and these three were all masters!

If it was when he had just come out of the Blue Blood Sword World, Yang Yi would not be the opponent of any of them at all.

These people are calm, calm and calm, extremely experienced in actual combat against the enemy, and their bodies are extremely bloody, and it seems that their hands are stained with a lot of human lives, this is a group of real warriors.

The reason why they were at a disadvantage so quickly just now was not because they were wasted, but because they met Yang Yi, who was about to touch the realm of a martial arts grandmaster.

Although the martial arts of the Great Han are prosperous, there are only dozens of martial artists who can reach the realm of martial arts grandmasters, which can make Yang Yi look at it differently, these three archers are already very remarkable.

Yang Yi was surprised, what kind of organization is it, even the sentry archers are so good?

Although he was curious in his heart, his killing intent did not diminish, and he walked towards the archer step by step.

The reason why this archer was left for the last kill was because this person had the highest kung fu among the three, his breathing was smooth, and he was like a mountain, and his practice seemed to be biased towards defending kung fu like vajra body protection, and he might not be able to perform a single move.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Yang Yi stepped forward.

He landed every step of the way. Stepping on the ground, they all made a sound similar to the beating of a drum, and it was like the sound of a heartbeat, and every step on the ground landed at the interval between the archer's heartbeats, and he walked a few steps. The heartbeat of the archer on the opposite side had already been brought to the ground, and his originally calm body began to tremble a little.

In this archer's senses, as long as he relaxed a little, under the traction of the Qi Machine, Yang Yi's offensive would be overwhelming, and he would not be able to resist it at all.

This feeling was so real that he didn't even dare to open his mouth to speak, for fear that if his breath was released, he would be beheaded by Yang Yi with a sword.

The man's body arched slightly. Like a cheetah predator, he stared at Yang Yi tightly, ready to go.

Yang Yi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his left foot stepped into the air and did not fall.

The archer on the opposite side was already gathering strength to resist the invasion of footsteps, but at this time, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and under the induction of the qi machine, his body ejected out like a spring, and a short knife appeared in his hand at some point. The cold light flickered and wiped towards Yang Yi's throat.

"Boom!"

The archer on the opposite side was still in mid-air. Yang Yi's left foot finally landed on the ground, and there was a faint ripple in the air in front of Yang Yi, and the archer who shot Yang Yi suddenly snorted, his body trembled violently in midair, and the strength of the short knife that wiped Yang Yi's throat was greatly reduced, and it seemed that his strength suddenly dissipated.

The archer's body still flew towards Yang Yi. But the killing intent just now is gone.

Yang Yi began to raise his right foot and take a step, already letting go of the momentum of the archer's short knife.

The sound of inhalation sounded.

The archer took a deep breath in the air, barely suppressing the ball of true qi that was scattered by Yang Yi's footsteps. Once you've landed, tap your toes on the ground. The body retreated rapidly, his back was close to the ground, and he rushed back at Yang Yi like a cannonball, but he didn't know how to press the mechanism there, and the short knife suddenly became longer and slashed towards Yang Yi's crotch.

Yang Yi didn't turn back, and his right foot landed at this time.

"Boom!"

Another dull footstep sounded, and the body of the archer who was barbbing Yang Yi on the ground suddenly twisted like a snake and worm, and the attack suddenly became scattered, and blood began to drip from under the mask.

"Boom!"

Yang Yi continued to move forward, step by step to the moon gate in the backyard, and the three big characters inscribed "Bodhi Courtyard" on the moon gate had come into view.

At this time, the archer who was sticking to the ground and shooting Yang Yi cocked his upper body, stood up straight, and turned his back to Yang Yi. He was about to turn around, when Yang Yidao's footsteps began to sound again, the archer's body shook, the mask on his face made a slight liquid impact sound, and blood began to flow from the mask's chin to his neck.

Yang Yi continued to move forward, and with each step he landed, a dull sound came out, and with each sound, the body of the archer with his back to Yang Yi trembled, and the sound of Yang Yi's steps became lower and lower, but the blood under the archer mask dripped more and more.

When he arrived at the Moon Gate, Yang Yi took the last step, and the originally faint footsteps suddenly turned into a thunderbolt-like sound in the clear sky, and it exploded!

After the explosion, Yang Yi's body flickered and he had already entered the backyard.

The archer standing with his back to Yang Yi, after Yang Yi's last footsteps exploded, the mask on his face suddenly exploded, and a stream of blood mist burst out from his mouth, revealing a miserable and hideous face, and thin blood lines spurted out of both ears and eyes.

With a "bang", the blood mist rose, and the archer fell to the ground on his back, and there was no sound.

Yang Yi had already arrived in the backyard.

Under the ancient pine in the backyard, two gangs of people are fighting.

One group of bald monks, the other is a group of people wearing various masks with hidden heads and tails. There are several kinds of masks worn by these people, and there are several kinds of black iron, bronze, silver, and gold at this time.

Thinking that the three archers who besieged him just now were only wearing bronze masks on their heads, and among these people, they actually belonged to the lowest level, Yang Yi's gaze became solemn.

There are the most black iron masks on the scene, and the bronze is slightly second, and there are only three people wearing silver masks, and there is only one person wearing gold masks, which seems to be the leader of this group of masked people.

The man in the golden mask was sitting on a big chair under the big tree at this time, watching his subordinates and a group of monks attack each other, looking at the bloody scene in front of him with great interest.

As soon as Yang Yi entered the courtyard, the leader wearing the golden mask felt something, his long hair suddenly exploded, he stood up from the chair, looked at Yang Yi, and the big chair behind him exploded into slag.

Yang Yi's swimming body suddenly stopped, staring at the golden mask man, the eyes of the two looked at each other, there seemed to be invisible electric sparks in the air, Yang Yi stood with his hands in his hands, tall as a pine, and stood like a mountain.

The golden masked man on the opposite side had long hair without wind and was like a demon god, and a bloody aura suddenly rose to the sky, and the people around him were rushed by his evil qi, as if there were thousands of creatures struggling and howling in front of him, and his heart involuntarily trembled with fear, and they retreated one after another, not daring to approach.

The people who fought at the scene all felt that they were under heavy pressure in the depths of their hearts, and they couldn't say that they were uncomfortable, so they all stopped fighting and retreated to their respective camps.

"Playing murderous in front of me?"

Yang Yi smiled dumbly, raised his feet and stepped forward, one step at a time, there seemed to be a wave of blood on his body, the second step was taken, there seemed to be a sea of blood churning in front of everyone's eyes, and when the third step fell, a bloody world full of violence, blood, but upright and unyielding appeared in the depths of everyone's hearts.

"Boom!"

Yang Yi stepped out again, and the boundless murderous aura enveloped the whole courtyard, the ancient trees shook, and the pine needles rained.

The golden masked man on the opposite side had a look of disbelief in his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and his long hair fluttered even faster. (To be continued.) )