On the top of Qingzhou City, Ye Cheng stood quietly on the city wall, looking at the huge Qingzhou City with a smile on his face. The lights were bright, and the noisy crowd did not lose interest at all because of the arrival of night.
"Dragon Vein? It's interesting!"
With a ghost face, it flew over the roof. The spiral nine shadows in the peak state could no longer be judged by their body skills. Although they had not yet reached the level of Nie Feng's natural integration with the wind, they could still run at full speed.
, floating like a ghost in this night, without a trace of sound breaking through the air.
The Castle Guards Palace, which had long been of little use, has now become the territory of Japanese players. Ye Cheng’s target this time, Sakura Miyamoto of the Japanese Miyamoto clan, is here. As long as she is killed, the true secret of the dragon veins can be known.
, this matter is somewhat interesting.
The Japanese players who came in and out were heavily guarded and tightly guarded, leaving no opportunity to take advantage of them. Even the Chinese players who were slightly close to the city guard were driven away. If they did not listen to the advice, they would directly fight with each other.
Ye Cheng in the corner smiled coldly. This Japanese player seemed to really regard this place as his home, and he was sure of his intention to kill these people.
"Since we want to kill, let's start with the Miyamoto clan!"
Three clones appeared, with 90% of Ye Cheng's strength, equivalent to the strength of the middle of the sixth-grade Xiantian. They disappeared from the shadows in the corner, mixed in the flickering lights, with a cold killing aura,
Plundering towards those Japanese players who have forgotten everything.
At the mid-sixth level, with such strength, one person can easily destroy a medium-sized gang, unless the opponent has a master who is comparable to it, or five innate seventh-level masters, or even dozens of innate eighth-level masters.
A good hand.
The killing has already begun. Three clones with innate sixth-grade strength. Even if they are clones, they have the strength to shock any big gang.
Stepping on the blood, Ye Cheng's true form slowly entered the city guard's mansion. Dozens of people were already lying dead just outside the door. The three clones seemed to have gained intelligence and inherited Ye Cheng's rich killing experience and fierceness.
The means of killing, at this moment, no Japanese player can match it.
After noticing what was happening here in the City Guards' Mansion, Qingzhou City suddenly became noisy. Countless people rushed to run, drawing black shadows in the night sky and rushing towards the City Guards' Mansion. They wanted to see what was going on.
People can have the means and courage to do things they want to do but cannot do.
Ye Cheng, who was walking calmly in the sea of blood, looked at the Japanese players pouring out one after another, falling into the pool of blood with bloody flowers, their limbs flying, and his heart became increasingly cold. The world he wanted was not made by him.
When outsiders come to invade, no matter whether it is outside the Great Wall or the Western Regions, or even Korea or Japan, none of these people can mess up his game.
"Who dares to cause trouble?"
After the clones killed more than two hundred people happily, a master from Japan finally appeared. Before anyone arrived, a ball of air surged out with a furious shout and exploded in the clones.
The strength of the innate seventh-level mid-level has already made many Middle-earth masters daunted. It is no wonder that this state has little strength to resist. When encountering such a master, even the newly promoted Caiyi and his ilk have to avoid it.
, but it still needs to be better than beauty.
The master who was snatched from the inner city was dressed in white and had long hair, wearing wooden shoes common among Japanese players, and a long sword on his waist, which added to his heroic charm.
The master's magnanimity and eyesight made the Japanese master immediately look at Ye Cheng, who was slowly moving in a pool of blood. He seemed to feel the deep starry sky-like aura on Ye Cheng's body. The Japanese master said loudly: "In the leeward room
Yue, a disciple of the Miyamoto clan, don’t you know your name? Why did you come to my Miyamoto clan’s territory to commit such evil!”
"A disciple of the Miyamoto family?"
Ye Cheng raised his emotionless eyes, looked at the handsome man in front of him, and said solemnly: "In the battle of Haizhou, kill the Blood Lord Dentai among the five killing Lords of Zhenbei Palace within ten moves. It seems that the Fire Lord Chi
Hu was also hurt by you, he is young and promising, much more outstanding than the disciples of those big gangs, and he is quite talented!"
The three clones were still killing, and a steady stream of Miyamoto clan players continued to pour into the battle circle. Although they became dead bodies in less than ten breaths, those people still did not hesitate at all and continued to throw themselves into the grindstone of killing people.
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Kazama Yue glanced at the three battle circles. It was impossible for the players of the Miyamoto family to compete with the three clones. The clones that had been soaked in blood felt extremely heavy to him. It would be difficult to win without a special move.
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The person who died was a member of the Miyamoto clan. Kazama Yue immediately said: "The clone technique of your Excellency is very powerful. It is much better than the clones of the Koga clan. But can you please stop the killing? After all, hunting
These weak people are not the work of the strong, and the glory of the strong is not poured with the blood of these weak!"
"The glory of the strong?"
Ye Cheng laughed and said: "I haven't heard such righteous and awe-inspiring words for a long time. Since you want glory, then I will give it to you. Defeat me and you will get great glory!"
Feng Jianyue's handsome face was gradually replaced by murderous intent. Ye Cheng did not stop the clone's killing. He knew the mystery of this clone technique. Even if the clone was defeated, he could use the clone technique again at any time. If he wanted to do it once and for all,
, then the only way is to kill the main body head-on, so that the clone can dissipate.
Ye Cheng has not made a move since he appeared on the scene. Those three terrifying clones can cause endless killings. One can imagine the strength of this deity.
As the most outstanding young disciple of the Miyamoto family, Kazama Yue's mind has long been trained to be as strong as iron, and he has never been shocked by the shocking killings around him. However, Ye Cheng, who has always remained silent, gives him a feeling that he has never experienced before.
a sense of caution.
Feng Jianyue slowly drew out the samurai sword from her waist, and gently held the foot-long handle with both hands. Her cold eyes were firmly locked on Ye Cheng, and the blood under her feet stained the red wooden shoes, and transparent sword energy surged out.
When it comes out, a circle of body-protecting Qi is formed around the body, constantly expanding towards the surroundings, keeping the whole body relaxed.
As Ye Cheng's mind turned, three clones broke through the blockade of the crowd and headed towards the inner city to kill. His real target was not these cannon fodder, but the supreme leader of the Miyamoto family here, and the most proud of the Miyamoto family.
My younger brother Sakura Miyamoto.
With the huge blade, a heavy sword as tall as a person appeared, the power of ice that could freeze people's minds flowed crazily, even blood flowers appeared in the air, and the blood that was originally hot under the feet
, was slowly frozen with a layer of frost, everything within five feet was frozen, and the temperature of the entire inner city seemed to have dropped a lot.
"What a powerful ice power!"
Feng Jianyue is not mediocre, on the contrary, his skill is already quite powerful. With the appearance of the Ice Heavy Sword, he knows that Ye Cheng is a sword master who is not inferior to himself, and this master is also well versed in the art of clones.
He understands how terrifying such an opponent is.
The power of ice on the heavy ice sword continued to flow into Ye Cheng's body, which even affected the power of ice in his body. Under the flow of double cold currents, his body felt indescribably cool and comfortable, and even his eyes felt
The world becomes much clearer.
A feeling of water and flesh blending into one with the heavy sword in his hand made Ye Cheng understand that his attainments in the art of swords had deepened. Immediately, his spirit was shaken, his eyes were bright and clear, and he shouted coldly:
"Feng Jian Yue, I respect you as a master, and today I will use the knife in my hand to decide your life or death, so you have to be more powerful. I really enjoy killing masters like you!"
Feng Jianyue's expression was awe-inspiring. The moment Ye Cheng's heavy sword pointed at her, she felt as if her body had fallen into an ice cave. The sword energy was constantly being used from all around, impacting the body wantonly, and the stinging feeling
Very clear.
This is breath locking, a fighting method that only true masters understand. If he is not strong enough and does not know how to conceal his breath, he will never be able to escape the opponent's sword.
Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Feng Jianyue looked solemn. He understood how powerful the enemy he faced was definitely not comparable to the masters he had killed before, but the honor of being a warrior still made him sink.
He said loudly: "As a warrior, you have your own glory. I hope you can tell me your name!"
"Glory? That kind of thing has almost no effect on me!"
Ye Cheng held the knife in one hand and slashed it randomly in the air a few times. Suddenly, Feng Jianyue's accumulated aura was disturbed by the turbulence stirred up by the sword energy before he could detect the situation three feet away. He was helpless
You can only choose to maintain your own transparency.
The heavy ice knife was thrust heavily into the ground. Under the impact of the spiral force, the stone floor exploded, and a deep crack spread towards Feng Jianyue. What followed was an icy voice: "
Defeat me and you will be qualified to know my name!"
Ye Cheng's attack has already begun. The masters he encountered in Lingyun Cave a while ago were all too high. With his ability, he could only barely remain undefeated. He simply failed to fully utilize his strength. Then
As soon as the seeds are planted, the ability to be harmonious and harmonious is also suppressed.
But today is different. Although Feng Jianyue is very strong, it is only a threat to Ye Cheng and cannot affect his life or death. Such a master is exactly what Ye Cheng needs now, so that he can realize what he has learned before.
Everything is absorbed into my heart.
The cracks are constantly cracking, containing extremely strong spiral power, rushing towards Feng Jianyue. With Ye Cheng's current method of controlling the spiral power, this blow can easily kill a peak ninth-level innate master.
, even the eighth-grade peak master will be injured.
Feng Jianyue had just taken a step, and the wooden shoes had not yet fallen. The dangerous signal was constantly emitted in his heart. Fortunately, he had been killing for a long time, and finally discovered this strange thing, and the wooden shoes he lifted immediately fell back.
The sword gang of the katana condensed, and at this moment, a pale sword gang shot out from the spreading cracks. The sword gang wrapped in the power of the spiral showed no trace of loss at all. On the contrary, under the power of the spiral,
With help, it becomes more destructive.
'Ding——' Amidst the crisp sound, Feng Jianyue's hands holding the knife tightened suddenly. The vibration from the blade made him feel that his internal organs were being beaten. He lightly touched his feet and it fell.
A few feet away.
The buzzing sound of the samurai sword made him understand that the blow just now was enough to cause damage to him. Only at this moment did he truly realize that as long as one mistake was made, he might die on the spot. The powerful enemy he faced
