At the same time, countless people were looking around and asking questions in confusion.
But no one can hear their voices, and no one can respond to them.
It took a full five minutes for everything to calm down.
In the field, all members of the Third Generation Immortal Killing Formation were seen paralyzed on the ground.
Whether they were lying on the ground, sitting on the ground, or half-kneeling and panting, in short, everyone was in an extremely embarrassed state, and no one could stand properly.
And in the center, Jiang Yefeng stood there calmly, with an expression neither sad nor happy.
Ye Qingfeng, Yang Zhenguo, Liu Changfeng and everyone else suddenly changed their expressions.
He actually defeated the encirclement of the Three Generations of Immortal Killing Formation!?
How can this be!?
Everyone was shocked when they saw a thick trace of blood slowly flowing out from the corner of Jiang Ye's mouth.
Everyone understood immediately.
Jiang Ye is injured!
Yes, Jiang Ye was injured, and the injury was not serious.
It's a very serious internal injury.
After all, the most lethal trick used by the three generations of Immortal Killing Formation is no joke.
But he still won.
Although he was seriously injured and his energy was almost exhausted, he still had some remaining strength.
His eyes looked at Ye Qingfeng.
Whoosh!
Ye Qingfeng's body suddenly stiffened.
At this moment, he seemed to feel the gaze of death.
As Jiang Ye walked closer step by step, he seemed to see the sickle of death being slowly raised. For a moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and shuddered.
Yang Zhenguo noticed Jiang Ye's intention immediately.
"Stop! Stop!!!"
He shouted and ran towards Jiang Ye.
The Immortal Killing Formation was defeated, Ye Qingfeng was seriously injured, and Jiang Ye was completely on the opposite side of the military.
And now he wanted to kill Ye Qingfeng, as if he was going all the way to the dark side. Yang Zhenguo really didn't want to see things get out of hand.
However, Jiang Ye seemed not to hear his shouts at all.
Realizing that his shouting could not stop Jiang Ye at all, and that it was too late for him to run over, Yang Zhenguo became worried and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Come here, take him down!"
At this time, all the members of the Zhuxian Formation had no remaining strength, so ordinary soldiers from the military were dispatched.
Although they are ordinary soldiers, each of them is fully armed and holds automatic weapons.
If Jiang Ye was at his peak, these people might not pose much of a threat to him, but now that he was seriously injured and almost exhausted, Yang Zhenguo felt that not all of these people could stop him.
"Jiang Ye, stop being so stubborn!"
Yang Zhenguo shouted angrily.
"Listen to my advice and stop! I will definitely give you a fair result in this matter."
"If you kill Ye Qingfeng, there will really be no turning back for you!"
Jiang Ye still turned a deaf ear.
What he wants is not a fair and just outcome, he just wants Ye Qingfeng to die.
It was absolutely impossible for the military to give him this result, so he had no choice but to kill it with his own hands.
Seeing this, Yang Zhenguo also gave up completely and closed his eyes sadly.
Even if things got to this point, he still didn't want to get rid of Jiang Ye.
Precisely because Jiang Ye showed great strength that shocked everyone, he admired and valued Jiang Ye even more.
If Jiang Ye is willing to obey, he will definitely become one of the most important figures in the military and even the country in the future.
But Jiang Ye is too uncontrollable, step by step, he must go all the way to the dark side.
No matter how talented such a person is, no matter how much Yang Zhenguo admires him, he can only suppress all regrets and reluctantly get rid of him.
Because what Jiang Ye was doing at this moment was contrary to the interests of the military and the country.
Yang Zhenguo raised one hand high and then put it down suddenly: "Shoot!"
As soon as he gave the order, there was a loud burst of gunfire, and the overwhelming bullets shrouded Jiang Ye like a gust of wind and rain.