Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, and there was indeed a big gap in strength between the two sides. In terms of numbers, they had an absolute advantage, but in terms of quality, there were really not many who could compare with them, more than three times the difference.
The four masters who just came out of the Valley of the Wicked have already fooled the masters of the Brotherhood. It is indeed a very difficult bone to crack. I'm afraid Gui Shou's heart is getting cold at this moment. The Valley of the Wicked has been able to live in Bashu for so many years without any foundation.
No, it's not something anyone can pinch if they want to.
If Ye Cheng does not take action, I am afraid that within a quarter of an hour, the Brotherhood will suffer major damage. Even with the blessings of various towers, it will be difficult to cover up the qualitative gap.
"Sure enough, there is still a big gap!"
Ye Cheng stood up, bent his bow and arrow again, and shot an arrow at the little lunatic. Before the arrow reached his body, the man sensed it and forced the ghost's hand away with a knife. He struck back without even looking.
He accurately struck the tip of the arrow, his body shook slightly, he leaned back, and broke the arrow. A cold light flashed in his eyes, staring at Ye Cheng, who stood proudly on the arrow tower.
It's a bit interesting. Ye Cheng smiled slightly and took one step, as if he was flying through the void. He took several steps in the air and stretched out his arms, like a falcon flying down from the sky. The strangest thing is that he
His body suddenly swayed left and right in mid-air for several times before landing firmly on the ground.
Slowly walked towards the battle circle on Gui Shou's side and said with a smile: "Gui Shou, leave this kid to me. Go to Tietou and deal with the big monk first. Then things will be easier for you later!"
Ghost Shou's original attire was so dazzling that he was now covered in knife marks. Wherever he still had the aura of a general and the aura of a king, he was no different from the beggar over there. Although he heard Ye Cheng's words
The voice sounded, but he did not relax at all. He still stared at the little lunatic intently and laughed: "You guys are finally willing to come down. This battle is really exciting to me. I haven't been this exciting in a long time. It seems really
What’s more, I’ve been sitting in a high position for a long time, and I’m almost getting used to it!”
Ye Cheng glanced at the ground and saw a giant knife with a wide blade on the back. He couldn't help but reveal a strange smile. He reached out to pick up the long knife, weighed it in his heavy hand, and nodded with satisfaction:
"Go, let me deal with it here. This kid has good qualifications, but it's a pity that he just went down a wrong path!"
With Ye Cheng coming to help, Yanzhi and the others escorted Guishou and slowly retreated. When they passed by him, Guishou lightly patted his shoulder and whispered: "This old man is suffering to death. Just
It’s up to you!”
Ye Cheng said calmly: "Have a good rest, and after you deal with the great monk over there, help kill that bitch, and be careful with her charm skills!"
Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Yanzhi looking at him, and Ye Cheng also smiled and nodded.
This originally pretty woman was almost ignored when compared to Miliguli over there. Even so, she was still extremely beautiful, and the sweat she put in fighting for the Brotherhood was more precious than anything else.
"Be careful too!"
Rouge whispered, with a hint of smile in the corner of her eyes.
Dragging the long sword, he wandered towards the little madman and asked with a smile: "Little madman, what is your name? You look very powerful!"
Only then did Ye Cheng have the opportunity to take a good look at this young man. His fluffy and messy hair and slightly thin cheeks revealed an unhealthy paleness, but those dazzling eyes revealed an icy coldness.
It seemed like nothing could interest him.
"What a boring person. It's really unpleasant to be compared with Uncle Wang!"
The little madman said coldly and disdainfully, while shaking off the strange-shaped long knife in his hand, the blood stained on the knife flew down, restoring the original luster of the knife.
Ye Cheng glanced at the battle situation of the other faction. With Gui Shou and others joining in, the situation of the great monk took a turn for the worse. He was restrained in every aspect and was gradually forced to lose. The situation in several other battles also improved.
He smiled calmly and said: "Little guy, none of you in the Valley of Evil can escape today. If you put down the knife, maybe you can still live and be used by me. In the future, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth, which is better than now."
This place where birds don’t poop is a hundred times happier!”
The little lunatic grinned, his smile was very charming, and he said coldly: "It's so interesting, I really want to chop off your head!"
"You bastard! How dare you hurt your Buddha!"
Looking sideways slightly, the fight at the entrance of the camp finally made a breakthrough. Under the strong attack of Ghost Hand and Tietou, the great monk was finally exhausted. After all, his offensive was all open and close, and the internal energy was consumed.
He was much bigger than him, and he was stabbed several times by the gang members who were waiting for an opportunity. Although he was not fatally injured, it could be regarded as setting a precedent for him.
Ye Cheng sighed: "This monk is really stupid. If he restrains his attack, he might be able to hold on for a while. Unexpectedly, he is still getting stronger. I think he may not be able to hold on to a cup of tea!"
The little lunatic said coldly: "It's best to kill them. I have long been used to their behavior. They are really disgusting people. However, I still want to kill you first!"
The little lunatic swung the long knife, and the tip of the knife was pointed directly at Ye Cheng, who was three feet away. A cold murderous intent rushed towards his face. It was hard to imagine that this child who was not taller than Ye Cheng's chest could have such strong murderous intent.
If he hadn't been gifted by nature or had experienced extremely cruel fighting, otherwise this murderous intention wouldn't be so frightening.
Ye Cheng looked around and saw that the Brotherhood's offensive was still going on in an orderly manner, gradually gaining the initiative on the battlefield. With enough manpower to hold down the three evil men, he was not in a hurry to fight with the people in front of him.
The little man tried his best, and the thick long knife suddenly spun, and the air flow it brought made a "chichi" sound.
At this moment, his mind had sunk into the blade of the sword. He kept feeling the long sword in his hand, and gradually developed a strange feeling of becoming one with the long sword. He opened his eyes in an instant, and his eyes were quiet and plain, as if it was the day before.
This place and the killing roars all around had nothing to do with him. He said calmly: "I haven't used a knife for a long time. It feels so nostalgic!"
Although the little madman is young, if he talks about a life-and-death fight, he is probably no less experienced than Ye Cheng. In his eyes at this moment, he only feels that at that moment, Ye Cheng has transformed into a sword, and the invisible sword energy is centered on him.
It spread all around, hitting him one after another. His face showed a solemn look, and he said coldly: "Except for the uncle, this is the first time I have felt this way. It really makes people's blood boil!"
The corner of Ye Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, and he took one step forward. The huge momentum rolled up like a hurricane, and with his firm and powerful steps, he swept away with the bone-chilling sword energy.
Although the little madman is still a child, his cold murderous aura is not inferior to that of Ye Cheng. Looking at the long knife that has been slashed with indestructible power, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he felt that his whole body seemed to be frozen, no matter he was
No matter how you dodge, it's hard to avoid this knife. He has changed from his previous aloofness.
He was motionless, as if he was frightened by the sword. He stared blankly at the blade that was constantly changing its angle in mid-air. He was less than three feet away from the body of the long sword, and he even felt the sword energy touching him.
When it reached the skin, the little lunatic suddenly pulled out the knife.
"bite!"
Ye Cheng's face remained calm, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but secretly marvel at the terror of this young man. You must know that his sword was already a masterpiece that he had condensed all his energy and energy. In it, he used a subtle technique to remove the long knife in his hand.
The constant vibration makes it difficult to guess where the sword will land. As long as the sword is thrust forward half a foot, he can accelerate with all his strength, making his opponent absolutely unstoppable.
But this knife was still blocked by Feng. The young man used his extremely keen intuition to block the swift and violent knife in front of him. However, the matter did not end there. How could Ye Cheng's spiral knife power be so easy.
The majestic energy rolled out along the blade, tearing the little lunatic's sword energy to pieces and breaking straight into his blade.
"Um!"
The little lunatic grunted, and was staggered back a few steps by the force. Only then did he stabilize his body. A trace of redness appeared on his pale cheeks. The long knife was still tightly in his hand, pointing straight ahead, with a stubborn look in his eyes.
He stared at Ye Cheng without saying a word.
Ye Cheng did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He hung the heavy sword casually to the side and nodded: "Little guy, it's very good. He is not afraid of the momentum of my sword. He doesn't miss any flaws in his mind. He also sees that he can only fight with all his strength."
Only then can we have a chance to survive. If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that because he could not see the changes in the sword's power, he could only choose to dodge or retreat, and he would be defeated immediately!"
The little lunatic calmed down the ups and downs in his chest and said coldly: "I don't know what your moves are. I only know that if you don't go all out, you will die! This is the law of our Valley of Evil!"
"The weak eat the strong!"
Ye Cheng nodded lightly and said: "If you want to surrender, I will accept it. Otherwise, there will definitely be no grass left in the Valley of the Evil today!"
The red light in the little madman's eyes skyrocketed, and he said coldly: "This is what uncle left behind. None of you can touch any plant or tree here, otherwise, you will all die!"
Gradually, Ye Cheng felt that something was wrong with the little guy in front of him. It was very similar to the feeling when Bu Jingyun went berserk, but the only difference was that this child seemed to be very calm. He was not as violent as Bu Jingyun at that time, but just calm.
It's a bit too much and makes people feel chills running down their backs.
Before Ye Cheng could say anything, the little lunatic suddenly took action, like a wild beast, passing over the land about ten feet away. The long knife in his hand was like a sharp claw, and he slashed towards Ye Cheng's neck.
"bite!"
Ye Cheng slashed his sword horizontally, sealing the sword with its broad blade. He only felt numbness in his right arm, and he couldn't help but be shocked. Just when he spoke, why did this young man's arm strength increase so much, and there is still a strength in the sword?
There was something soft and vicious that seemed to exist but was not there, constantly eating away at his true energy.
The little lunatic missed the target, swayed his body, and disappeared from Ye Cheng's eyes again, the red light in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
The next moment, another sharp stab suddenly appeared on the left side of Ye Cheng. The blade was already covered by a purple flame. In this broad daylight, there was an inexplicable and strange coldness.
