The sound was like an angry wave, and the men in black at the front couldn't help but take a few steps back and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. At the same time, Ye Shaohan stuffed several pills into his mouth again.
Forcibly running the heat from the Fengshen Jue to refine the elixir, his whole body twitched involuntarily, and pain spread all over his body. However, Ye Shaohan's expression did not change at all, and he looked at the dozens of figures emerging and the void with cold eyes.
Jin Qiu, whose face was full of greed, suddenly floated up in mid-air and stood facing these Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
Ye Shaohan immediately took a step. This step was in the void, but it made an extremely shocking banging sound, as if he was going to break through the sky and the earth. The sound was extremely powerful.
At least that's what the man in black in front of him thought. However, Ye Shaohan's eyes glanced around intentionally or unintentionally, obviously looking for a way to leave.
Even though Jin Qiu was watching eagerly, Ye Shaohan always believed that he would not die. Therefore, it was very necessary to find a way to leave in advance. This was a kind of blind confidence in himself.
With the power of one person, he could resist dozens of Spirit Emperor realm warriors, including many Level 3 Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
"Come on." Ye Shaohan pointed his sword coldly at Jin Qiu, stood with his left hand behind his back, and shouted.
He actually took the initiative to challenge Jin Qiu, and the people in black around him couldn't help but show mocking expressions. No matter how talented he was, in the face of absolute strength, he was just a genius who died young.
Incomparably arrogant, so arrogant at such a young age. However, this is just the thought of an ordinary black-clothed warrior. There is always a trace of fear for Ye Shaohan in the hearts of Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
"He is already at the end of his strength, what is there to fear?" A shout rang out from the mouths of the Spirit Emperor Realm warriors. This shout undoubtedly stimulated several Spirit Emperor Realm warriors around him.
Countless shouts were heard, and several Spirit Emperor realm warriors drew their swords and rushed over. Their bodies were filled with spiritual energy, and their sword energy was everywhere for a moment.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked coldly at the several Spirit King Realm warriors who were shooting towards him. Ye Shaohan couldn't help but glance towards Jin Qiu, with a hint of sneer in his eyes.
Immediately, his body shot downwards in vain and jumped into the crowd. Jin Qiu did not care about this. Even if Zhang Ming and others left, he did not pursue them. Today, his purpose was to stay in front of him.
That kid.
After losing Ye Shaohan's figure, the Spirit Emperor Realm warriors above the void couldn't help but look for Ye Shaohan's figure. However, when Ye Shaohan rushed into the crowd on the ground, his figure was like the wind, appearing silently everywhere he passed.
There must have been screams and blood flying.
In the reverberation of the loud steps and roars, and stimulated by the bloody smell of the broken flesh and blood on the ground, the men in black all had blood-red eyes. At this moment, they gradually forgot about death and were immersed in the killing.
There was red in front of my eyes.
In an instant, the sound of killings at the gate of Niefeng City was loud, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere. Everyone seemed to be red-eyed, and they only wanted to go all out, and the corpses piled up at the gate of Niefeng City were almost covered with Ye Shaohan's body.
Wherever you go.
However, the men in black seemed to be endless, swarming towards Ye Shaohan, almost trapping Ye Shaohan in place. The route Ye Shaohan wanted to escape from was getting further and further away from his location.
Looking around at the men in black with blood-red eyes, Ye Shaohan's face was cold. He slowly took out the silver clown mask with his left hand from his arms. The silver clown mask was still as cold as ever, and he slowly put it on his face.
The cold touch made Ye Shaohan feel calm. Perhaps the moment Ye Shaohan put on the silver mask, he was the real Ye Shaohan.
Today, he will use the sword in his hand to tell the world what killing means, what blood means, and what means ruthlessness.
In this situation, everyone is the enemy. With no worries at all, Ye Shaohan also became extremely crazy. The spiritual energy in his body surged out crazily as if it was inexhaustible. His body skills increased one after another, and he was almost invisible.
The red blood shadow rushed towards the crowd. The figure covered in blood easily took away lives one by one, but scars gradually appeared on his body as well.
There was a severe pain like being torn apart from every part of the body. Even Ye Shaohan did not frown. This kind of severe pain was something he had never experienced in his life. It felt like his body was being torn apart continuously.
It was broken into pieces, but it still couldn't stop Ye Shaohan from killing, and he drew his sword faster and faster.
The blood was stained with the silver clown mask and dripped down his cheeks. Ye Shaohan roared under the mask, and suddenly a killing intent that shot straight into the sky burst out from his body crazily, turning into countless killing auras.
appear in this world.
These murderous auras were boundless, almost filling the entire sky, and the roaring sounds echoed, overwhelming the screams and shouts.
Ye Shaohan's murderous intent pierced the sky. Relying on the Wind Transformation Technique of the Merging Wind Realm, Ye Shaohan could come and go freely among the nearly five hundred men in black.
"What are you looking at and why don't you do anything?"
Above the void, Jin Qiu, who was watching from the sidelines, had a gloomy and terrifying face. He waved his right hand suddenly, and blue flames emerged from the palm of his hand, forming the shape of an arrow. Immediately, the arrow turned into a stream of light and shot towards Ye Shaohan's figure.
Shoot away.
Wherever he passed, the men in black stained with blue flames were turned into ashes.
Looking from a distance, wherever the blue arrow passed, there must be screams. At the same time, the screams coming from behind made Ye Shaohan, who was fighting, tremble in his heart. His figure suddenly took a step forward, and at the same time, his body turned to the right.
Tilted sideways.
However, the arrow still passed through Ye Shaohan's shoulder, directly breaking through the protective aura, blood flowers bloomed, and blood shot out from Ye Shaohan's shoulder crazily.
At the same time, the Spirit Emperor Realm warriors above the void also launched a crazy offensive against Ye Shaohan. Even though Ye Shaohan's movements were weird, he was more or less attacked by several people.
The blood-stained military robe gradually turned into strips and hung on Ye Shaohan's body. Several sword marks emerged on Ye Shaohan's body, which looked so shocking under the sunlight.
Pain swept through Ye Shaohan's body like a tide. The more sword marks on his body, the more Spirit Emperor realm warriors fell in his hands. Ye Shaohan, stained with blood, disappeared and appeared in the crowd.
A lake of blood seemed to form under Ye Shaohan's feet. Every drop of bright red blood represented a life. Every time a flash of white light flashed between the sky and the earth, it was accompanied by a series of screams.
Several more lives disappeared, and the pain in his body only stimulated Ye Shaohan to go even more crazy.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's eyes were blood red.
Even though Ye Shaohan is still invincible, the speed at which he draws his sword has also slowed down, and the sword energy attached to the Qilin Sword has also become extremely dim, with only a small amount of spiritual energy remaining in the empty meridians in his body.
However, the men in black continued to flow like a tide. In an instant, hundreds more cold shouts rang out, and under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, hundreds more men in black came.
Looking at Ye Shaohan, who looked like a murderous god among the crowd in black, Nifeng Chengming, who was hiding in the surrounding attic and watching, couldn't help but feel a little scared and a little complicated.
Now nearly five hundred men in black have arrived, plus the hundreds just now, nearly thousands. Even if there are hundreds of Niefeng City guards to help, Ye Shaohan may not be able to escape.
Moreover, the surrounding Guardwind City guards also woke up from their madness. Looking at the corpses on the ground, they all dispersed in fear, and the men in black did not stop them.
"It's a good seedling, but it's a pity."
Jin Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, his head full of purple fluttering in the wind, endless blue flames surged out from all over his body, and at the same time, his face also gained a hint of paleness.
However, the Suzaku mark on his forehead seemed to be alive, spinning strangely. For a moment, a shadow slowly emerged from the mark on his forehead.
The phantom was clearly a red bird flapping its wings and taking flight. At the same time, Jin Qiu's face became paler and paler. He stared at Ye Shaohan with fiery eyes and stretched out his tongue as if he was seeing delicious food.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan also noticed the phantom in the void. The mark on his forehead felt hot, and his body trembled suddenly. However, the sword in his hand was still ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the people in black around him. Ye Shaohan had just finished
He tried five times to break through, but they were all united by the surrounding Spirit Emperor realm warriors, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable to Ye Shaohan.
The long black figure flying behind the blood shadow represented the huge figure of death. The people in black around them gradually became afraid, but this fear came too late, and the number of people in black around them became smaller and smaller.
Even though more than 500 men in black joined again, it could not erase the fear in their hearts. At this moment, they realized what real killing was.
In this life, they will never forget the bloody shadow of the sword, and the cold light mask is deeply imprinted in their hearts.
Looking at the expressions of the many men in black, Ye Shaohan smiled bitterly in his heart. Even though his cultivation had reached the Spirit Emperor realm, being surrounded by so many warriors would undoubtedly be a narrow escape for him.
Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded. Ye Shaohan's body only delayed for a breath, and a wisp of sword energy passed through his knees. In an instant, blood flowers bloomed.
The spiritual energy in his body was completely consumed at this moment, and the pain all over his body almost made Ye Shaohan faint. His thighs began to tremble continuously, and the Qilin Sword he raised also fell. Finally, he fell to the ground on one knee and fell into a pool of blood. His face was covered with blood.
The mask also slipped off and fell into a pool of blood, causing blood to bloom.
Looking up, above the void, a Spirit Emperor realm warrior seemed to be smiling at Ye Shaohan.
Ye Shaohan, who had caused a bloody storm, finally fell down, but he still struggled to stand up again. Suddenly, Ye Shaohan looked at the Ye family behind him, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
I don't know if Zhang Ming has rescued Aunt Feng at this moment. He doesn't want to die. Even if there is a glimmer of life, he will fight for it. He has an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if the god of death is slowly walking towards him with a sickle.