"kill!"

Perhaps it was the stubborn resistance of the Saintess tribe that angered the Western warriors. These improvised warriors rushed forward without fear of death.

"Thousands of fantasy flowers!"

Ye Yingying stood in the center of the flower array and shouted in a panic.

Suddenly, the outermost circle of saint female tribesmen spun quickly, and the long swords in their hands exuded sword energy, like thousands of flower petals blooming at the same time, and with fierce killing intent, they killed those Western warriors.

ah!

The dozens of Western warriors who rushed up in the first wave were killed, their limbs and broken arms flying around, and they cried for their fathers and mothers and let out pitiful screams.

"kill!"

The big black man seemed to be a temporary commander, and he used human lives to fill the gap without mercy. He shouted loudly in English.

"kill!"

The Western warrior who was a little afraid and retreated suddenly shouted loudly and surged up again like a tide.

"A moment of beauty!"

After winning the first battle, Ye Yingying's expression became much calmer, and she shouted softly as she did during training.

The saints in the outer circle suddenly sheathed their swords and bent down in unison, and the saints in the inner circle suddenly appeared across the outer circle, their snow-white sleeves flying, like a delicate flower blooming suddenly,

It makes people feel so beautiful and deeply fascinated by it.

Accompanying this beautiful scene were the slumped figures of the Western warriors who launched the second wave of attacks. Even though they were dead, their faces still had a look of intoxication.

"Oh, I bought it, this is witchcraft, this must be witchcraft."

"The witchcraft in the East is too terrible, nonono. I don't want to die under this terrible witchcraft. It will make me lose my soul and I will not be able to go to heaven."

"I'm here to participate in the competition, not to die. I'm quitting."

"I'm quitting too, it's terrible."

…

Due to the strange way of death of those Western warriors, some people retreated and clamored to quit.

Puff puff puff!

After a series of muffled sounds, more than a dozen warriors who were shouting to withdraw turned their backs to the sky and fell heavily to the ground. There was a terrifying blood hole between their eyebrows.

Everyone's pupils shrank violently, and they looked silently at the man standing among the corpses, wiping the crutch in his hand expressionlessly.

The man was in his forties or fifties, with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and three-dimensional facial features. He must have been a handsome guy when he was young. His hair was a rare silvery white, he was tall, and he was wearing a somewhat shabby tuxedo and a face mask.

Wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, he always held a shining silver cane in his hand. He had a gentle and elegant temperament. If he hadn't been too cruel, he would have killed more than ten people in the blink of an eye. They thought this man was from a certain university.

Where is the professor?

"He is... His Majesty the Emperor, Patrick!"

Finally, someone recognized his identity from his silver-white hair, his throat trembled violently, and he shouted in fear and enthusiasm.

Patrick looked at the person expressionlessly, pointed at Ye Yingying and others, and said calmly: "I need the map in her hand."

"It is our honor to serve you, Your Majesty the Emperor Wu!"

With a crash, countless Western warriors knelt on one knee, looked at Patrick with feverish eyes and shouted as if they were swearing allegiance.

Afterwards, these people seemed to be endowed with infinite courage and strength, and they attacked the flower pistil formation of the Holy Maiden clan crazily.

Although the Saints are proficient in formations, they mostly use formation materials in advance to lay out formations to kill enemies. Such formations, which require long-term cooperation to achieve tacit understanding, are not very good at it. Under the frenzied attacks of Western warriors,

Soon it was in danger and could only hold on with difficulty, but it was only a matter of time before the formation was broken.

The outermost protective layer has been rotated through three or four batches, but everyone is injured, their clothes are stained with blood, and a breath of despair is quickly filling the air.

Ye Yingying's face was pale, and her heart was full of regret and self-blame. If it weren't for her own arrogance and insistence on going her own way, how could she have put her fellow sisters in such a situation.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to her and others if they fell into the hands of these people. In this secret realm without legal and moral constraints, it was normal for them to do anything worse than animals.

"If the formation is broken, we would rather commit suicide than be insulted."

Ye Yingying painfully made this most difficult decision.

No one from the Saintess tribe responded, they just launched the battle formation even harder, trying to kill more enemies at the last moment of their lives.

Ye Yingying showed a sad and bitter smile. She knew that these sisters and sisters were blaming her. If she hadn't led everyone to a dead end, how could they have perished in this woman's most glorious season.

"I know I deserve to die. It's me who has caused trouble to everyone. I'm sorry, but it's too late to say anything. I regret it so much."

Ye Yingying let out a shrill cry like a cuckoo weeping blood, and suddenly rose into the sky like a hawk and jumped out of the battle formation, like a flying fairy from the sky, with an aura of indomitable determination, regardless of the impact of other people's attacks on her body.

There were scars all over, and he was like a mad tiger killing Wan He with a face full of fear.

She hated it. If it weren't for Wan He, how could she have ended up in such a situation? If she hadn't been so obsessed with it and ignored the Eighth Junior Sister's dissuasion and insisted on coming to the Desert of Ten Thousand Ants, she wouldn't have caused all the senior sisters to end up like this.

She made a mistake and it was not a pity to die, but she could not accept that all the sisters and brothers were implicated by her, so Wanhe, the culprit, must die.

Perhaps seeing her murderous intention and hatred, the black man standing behind the European Emperor Patrick and the other five men of different skin colors did not stop him and watched the fight between Ye Yingying and Wan He coldly.

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Although Wan He was extremely cowardly in front of Western warriors, he was extremely tough when facing Ye Yingying. He pulled out a fan, moved around, and started fighting with her.

"ah!"

Following the shrill screams of the Saintess tribesmen, Ye Yingying turned around in panic and saw that a Saintess tribesman was stabbed through the chest by a Western warrior's sword due to excessive injuries.

The stamens are broken!

Perhaps knowing that they were certain to die, the people of the Saintess tribe burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and potential. They formed an formation in twos and threes and started a brutal fight with the Western warriors.

Well!

Ye Yingying snorted, staggered, and covered her right shoulder that was injured by Wan He. The long sword fell to the ground with a clang. Her face was pale and without any blood, and she stared at the sneak attack.

Wanhe looked proud, but a look of despair and sadness flashed in his beautiful eyes. Could it be that he couldn't even kill the culprit to take revenge before he died?

"Go to hell!"

When Wan He saw the sword in Ye Yingying's hand falling to the ground, he felt ecstatic in his heart. He waved his hand with a ferocious expression and used his fan to cut Ye Yingying's throat.

puff!

Just as Ye Yingying closed her eyes and waited for death, she did not wait for Wan He's final kill. She only felt the smelly blood splashing all over her head and face.

He couldn't help but open his blood-red eyes and looked around suspiciously, only to see the big black man slowly retracting the giant machete that had chopped off Wanhe's head.

"Why?"

Ye Yingying asked in confusion.

The big black man obviously didn't understand Chinese. A middle-aged white man next to him explained: "It's a condition for you to hand over the map to us, and we will help you fulfill your last wish."

Ye Yingying's eyes lit up, and a look of hope appeared on her face: "I'll give you the map, can you let my junior sisters go?"

The white man shrugged, showing a strange look that seemed both mocking and pity: "What do you think?"

The luster in Ye Yingying's eyes dimmed little by little. Yes, in order to eliminate the roots and prevent the Saintess tribe from seeking revenge on them, how could they possibly leave any survivors?

This is also the reason why the European Martial Emperor always hid in the crowd and did not reveal his identity until the disciples of the Holy Medical Sect and the Holy Sword Villa had escaped.

Thinking of this, Ye Yingying looked sadly at the junior sisters falling down one by one, screaming, and looked sarcastically at the Western warriors who were besieging the Saintess tribe with ferocious smiles on their faces.

These warriors may not have thought that in the eyes of European martial emperors, they were destined to die. They are not killed now just because they still have value.

Boom!

The ground suddenly shook violently, as if thousands of troops were galloping, which shocked people.

The European King of Martial Arts looked at the flying dust in the distance, frowned and said nothing, but gently raised the crutch in his hand.

The big black man nodded understandingly, opened his big palm-like hands to grab Ye Yingying, and muttered something in English.

Ye Yingying didn't understand, but she felt that he must be saying, "Hand over the map and you can die."

She is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to die, at least not yet.

Therefore, when everyone thought that she would obediently wait to be captured, Ye Yingying suddenly moved and headed straight for Patrick like an arrow from a string.

As quiet as a virgin and as active as a rabbit, Ye Yingying's unexpected move made everyone stunned. Even the movements of the black man's hands couldn't help but slow down.

Is this woman crazy? She is struggling to her death and wants to sneak attack on His Majesty the Emperor Wu?

This made the faces of the people around him look both funny and pitiful.

Even the corners of Patrick's lips raised slightly, revealing a look of contempt. He thought funnyly in his heart, this is probably what is often said in Chinese Chinese: a dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, or is it called a trapped beast still fighting?

But the next moment, Patrick's expression changed dramatically, and he roared angrily: "How dare you!"

"What am I afraid of? I'm going to die anyway, so what else can I not dare to do?"

While everyone's expressions were changing, Ye Yingying suppressed the sweetness in her throat, put an extremely delicate dagger to the throat of the white man who had previously acted as translator, and said with a sneer.

"You... do you think you will escape if you take my person hostage?"

Patrick quickly regained his composure and said coldly with his hands behind his back.

"I have no intention of escaping, nor do I intend to live, but I need my junior sisters to live and let them go. Otherwise, I will kill him."

Ye Yingying tightened the dagger in her hand and already drew a bloody mark on the white man's throat.

Patrick's pupils shrank violently, and there was a cold glint in his eyes, but he said indifferently: "I am not threatened by anyone. Just kill him now. He is just an apprentice. I can accept ten or eight more at any time as long as I am willing."

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"Okay, since you don't care about the life of your only son, then I will drag him to be buried with me."

Ye Yingying looked into his eyes without fear, and with a little force on the dagger in her hand, the bloody mouth deepened again, causing the pain that caused the kidnapped white man to scream in horror.

"Stop, you win."

Patrick finally couldn't hold back his anger and yelled anxiously.
Chapter completed!