The woman's appearance is very similar to that of Ye Wantong from far away in Henan. She has the same voluptuous figure, the same concave and convex figure, and the same peerless appearance. She is just a stereotype.
The only difference is that this woman exudes a cold temperament that is the opposite of seductive. Her slightly closed eyes carry a coldness that could repel people from thousands of miles away. Her whole body is like a thousand years of ice, and her whole body is exuding an icy chill.
It is Ye Wantong's sister, the former strongest female prison guard in Chixiang Prison, Ye Wantong!
It's just that although Ye Wanyu is still cold and dusty at this moment, her snow-white coat has long been torn, revealing the jade-like skin and ferocious wounds underneath. Her cold face looks a bit ferocious under the intertwining of grief and anger.
She couldn't stop, and she couldn't stop, otherwise all the previous efforts would be in vain, and the tragic deaths of the sisters would have no effect.
The strength of the two close guards has reached the peak of silver. The impact of the desperate attack is powerful enough, like a sharp whirlwind of blades, disrupting and breaking up the pursuit formation. The swords roll vertically and horizontally, with both wide opening and closing.
Wild, yet cunning and cunning, his life-long strength reaches its most gorgeous bloom at this moment.
With the strength of two people, they were able to temporarily block the attack of more than a dozen men in black robes, giving the sisters precious time to escape.
However, the momentary chaos quickly calmed down. After decisively separating six people to fight with them, everyone else bypassed the battle circle and once again charged forward like a pack of wolves.
"Come back! Come back!" The two women's eyes were red, and they screamed anxiously. They used their knives even more crazily and cruelly, trying to break free from the trap and intercept the large army.
But although they were strong, the six people they separated were not weak either. They attacked fiercely, but the men in black robes were also fearless and tried their best to stop them. The fierce battle once reached a stalemate.
The seemingly decisive obstruction did not significantly affect the speed of the tracking troops. The more than ten men in black robes who had gone around were still clinging tightly behind Ye Wancheng and others. And due to the extreme consumption of physical and mental strength, they... had already arrived.
The end of the strong crossbow.
"Ye Wancheng, let's capture him without any effort. No one has ever been able to escape the pursuit of our death's left hand." In the center of the tracking force, a thin-looking man spoke coldly. The man's exposed skin color was extremely strange, neither yellow nor red and white.
, but a steel-like blue-black color, reflecting a different kind of masculinity under the sunlight.
One of the four ghost masters of the "Left Hand of Death" and the corpse refiner - Qiu Ying!
Ye Wanyu snorted coldly, her expression became colder as she ran rapidly, a flash of determination flashed through her, her arms began to draw complex trajectories and arcs, and her own aura was also adjusting as she ran.
As the arms moved and the breathing adjusted, the delicate jade hands began to slowly turn black, like ink and gray, and reflected a strange bright light in the sun. The blood on the fingertips gradually faded away, leaving a frightening pale color.
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After a while, the black hair became thicker, the lips were as sexy as blood, and the skin was pale and colorless. The good-looking person turned out to be like a heavily painted paper man! Just like Ye Wantong back then.
Cold and strange, ruthless and harsh!
"Tou!" Sensing Ye Wancheng's change, the sisters who were familiar with her trembled in their hearts. They immediately clenched the steel knife with a cold expression. Dutou was about to fight for his life. As subordinates, they would follow them without hesitation until
Die in battle!
"Ye Wancheng!!" Qiu Ying suddenly let out a low roar as deep as a bell, and the green and black figure suddenly accelerated. He stepped wildly on the spot, stepped into the air, and fell directly into the fleeing crowd in front.
The body fell to the ground, twisted forcefully, swung his right hand, and a piece of oily cloth suddenly struck out. The seemingly soft texture actually danced with the toughness and strength like steel bars, with a sinister smile like the god of death, and struck directly at Ye Wanyu's side.
Ye Wanyu had been gathering momentum for a long time. The moment Qiu Ying struck out, his forward body actually started to spin like a butterfly. He was floating in the air and managed to escape from the lock of the "bag".
Bang! The bag didn't hit the target, but it hit the ancient tree next to it firmly. Suddenly, sawdust followed, the tree body trembled, and large green leaves fell off. Looking carefully, the originally hard tree trunk was actually hardened by it.
A huge groove six to seven centimeters deep was drawn out.
The girls all took a breath and changed color, and moved aside with all their strength, avoiding Qiu Ying's attack range before he could strike again.
"Surround me!!" Seeing the Ghost Lord take action, the people on the Death God's left hand dispersed and enveloped them like a fishing net as they accelerated their sprint.
"Ye Wancheng, the Ghost King invites you to come to the headquarters to talk." Qiu Ying's castration continued unabated, his green and black face showed a chilling coldness and ruthlessness, and his body was spinning at extremely high speeds.
Sharp and hard, with powerful impact.
The seemingly soft bag whizzed and moved around in circles. After seeing its power just now, no one would doubt its terrifying effectiveness in breaking down earth and walls!
"Let's talk about it if you can survive today!" Ye Wanyu snorted coldly, her enchanting figure was extremely light, dancing like a butterfly, but at this moment, her appearance was really scary, and her dance steps lacked beauty and looked like a ghost.
The viciousness and coldness.
The delicate body twisted like a boneless body with all its strength, relying on strange body skills to dodge and intersperse in the shooting shadows. The dark hands brought out afterimages, like a large number of winding and crawling black snakes, swallowing snake messages and heading straight towards the enemy.
Baby neck.
Qiu Ying did not dodge, as if he did not know the domineering poison of those black hands. He swung the cloth vigorously and whipped Ye Wanying hard like an iron whip.
Ye Wancheng's hands were accurately clasped on Qiu Ying's neck, and her sharp nails dug in with all her strength. However... the imagined feeling of fingertips digging into the flesh did not appear. Not only did the strong claws not seriously injure Qiu Ying, there was no thorn in the skin.
Wow, the blue and black body surface is really as hard as steel!!
The expression on her face changed drastically. Ye Wanying never expected that such an invulnerable monster really existed. However, she was horrified and it was too late to avoid it.
Bang!! The oily cloth was slapped firmly on Ye Wantong's lower abdomen, and a metal-like sound suddenly exploded. After the body poison technique is activated, the muscles on the body surface will contract and condense, becoming extremely dense and hard, and can even
Resisting the hacking of ordinary steel swords is another strange ability of the body poison technique.
But facing this extremely aggressive and aggressive Budai, her defense was far behind.
The clothes were instantly torn, and the skin on the lower abdomen, as pale as paper, was suddenly torn. Ye Wancheng was violently whipped out on the spot, and crashed into the big tree in front of her. The collision between her body and the tree trunk made an ear-piercing clicking sound.
"Botou, how are you?!" The two female prison sisters exclaimed in horror, but at a critical moment of life and death, there was no time to check the injury. They clenched their teeth and rushed towards Qiu Ying with the knife, trying to buy Ye Wanying some breathing space.
Chance.
"Get away!!" Qiu Ying roared, and he rushed forward with his rigid body, ignoring the two fierce and cunning Miao knives. The oily cloth bag swung out like a poisonous snake, and the sharp and fierce edge of the two swords swung out.
Girls’ phones are completely locked.
Qiang!! All the steel knives hit, slashing heavily on the surface of Qiu Ying's body, but it was the same as Ye Wancheng's attack just now. Not to mention the damage, even the skin could not be broken.
At almost the same moment, the bag swung in, and the steel bars that suddenly broke under the tight state roared and whipped with extremely terrifying energy, causing the two women's heads to explode on the spot.
There are only two terrifying things about Qiu Ying. One is his invulnerability, and the other is the "cloth stick" soaked in secret medicine. The combination of the two allows him to unleash unparalleled tyrannical strength in both defense and offense.
It is enough to make up for his shortcomings in other aspects.
"Except for Ye Wancheng, none of them will be left alive!" Qiu Ying locked onto Ye Wancheng and charged forward with a long stride.
"Got the order!!" More than a dozen silver-level powerhouses on the left hand of the God of Death roared in unison, and the terrifying sinister aura burst out of their bodies, shrouding them like the bloody cloak of the God of Death in the air.
"Sisters, live and die together, kill!!" Ye Wanyu got up with difficulty, her hands clasped together again, her beautiful face was as ferocious as a ghost, a roar penetrated the dense forest, and she pounced on Qiu Ying like a nighthawk.
"Live and die together, kill!!" The other sisters screamed resolutely, fearless of life and death, and attacked angrily.
However, at the moment when the life-and-death battle was about to break out, a bone-chilling murderous intention, like a silver needle piercing the heart, appeared in everyone's hearts without warning. The ferocious look on their faces solidified at this moment, and the forward figure...
At this moment of pause, even the blood in the body seemed to pause slightly at this moment.
Everyone's eyes turned like magnets, and without exception they were fixed on Qiu Ying, or on his side.
There... a handsome young man suddenly appeared without any warning, standing with his hands behind his back, smiling and making flowers, like the younger brother next door, like a passionate young man, like a wise bachelor, and like... the vastness of the world
The most ordinary drop in the sea of people.
But it was this seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary young man who completely froze the entire scene. You could hear a pin drop, and everyone held their breath involuntarily and looked at each other in shock.
No one has seen him, no one knows him, but that incredible but real biting murderous intention cannot be underestimated by anyone.
"Heizhugou, Burial Flower Valley, Tianyan Bank, Earth and Water Bank, who gave you such rights? Dare to come here to kill wantonly, aren't you afraid of blaspheming the gods?" The young man spoke slowly, his voice sounded clear, but it seemed to be carrying
Vicissitudes of life.
Everyone was still full of vigilance and shock. They had not recovered from this terrible murderous intention, and they also did not understand the meaning of his words.
But……
Gulu swallowed hard, Qiu Ying's expression was filled with fear at this moment, and his blue and black face turned pale. After a long time, his dry lips slowly opened, and he spoke with difficulty: "King of killers... Hua Nongying
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