As if being electrocuted, Mo Tianya quickly let go of Qi Shanpao's hand and retreated quickly.
Fang Zhixiang froze on the spot in disbelief. He never imagined that Ye Dong just waved his sword in the air and the fat man who controlled him died.
Qi Shanpao's head was missing, his head rolled to the ground, and his eyes were wide open. Looking at his bleeding body on the ground, the expression on his face became horrifying. He still had a trace of consciousness left in his mind.
, he still remembered the sword Ye Dong swung before he fell.
The broken sword that he laughed at and picked up from a junkyard actually cut him into two pieces without making a sound.
After being freed from the restraints of Qishan Cannon, Fang Zhixiang's reaction was also different from ordinary people. Fang Zhixiang was a soldier after all. He lowered his body slightly, held his waist with his legs, and retreated to Ye Dong's side like lightning.
At the same time, Ye Dong reached out and gently wrapped his arms around Shuai Yuling's waist, removing all the strength from Shuai Yuling's body. He sneered, held the broken sword in his hand, and waved lightly again.
Mo Tianya's body, which was flying rapidly, suddenly froze midway.
He turned around with great difficulty and stared at Ye Dong fiercely.
The large sunglasses on the bridge of his nose quietly split in half, revealing a pair of extremely ugly eyes.
The baseball cap on his head looked like a watermelon rind that had been cut in the middle. With two soft pops, the two pieces of the melon rind cap fell to the ground.
The black mask covering his mouth was cut off in the middle, revealing his ugly burned cheeks. The two masks hung comically on his ears, like a clown's fig leaf.
At this moment, the expression on his face was full of horror, and various complex emotions in his eyes were intertwined, including hatred, doubt, fear, unwillingness...
Then, his body was like a paper man, split from the middle.
Snap!!
Two muffled sounds were heard, and Mo Tianya's two corpses collapsed to the ground. Donated blood sprayed out for a while, staining the corridor and walls red.
Confused!
Fang Zhixiang was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the two corpses with their heads missing, at the blood donations constantly flowing on the ground, and at the calm expression on Ye Dong's face. He had an unrealistic feeling.
Until this moment, he didn't know how big the gap was between himself and Ye Dong.
Before this, he had always thought that his and Ye Dong's skills were only on par with each other. However, the facts proved that his idea was completely wrong!
He and Shuai Yuling joined forces and were unable to resist the two terrifying guys. However, Ye Dong just swung two swords with his hands, and the two guys were killed.
Shuai Yuling looked at Ye Dong with bright eyes. Ever since she met Ye Dong, she felt that her evaluation of Ye Dong was high enough. However, when Ye Dong made a move today, she realized that her evaluation of Ye Dong was still too low.
, ridiculously low.
At this moment, Ye Dong actually gave her an unfathomable feeling.
"Boy, you are so cruel!"
Yue Hanshan's eyes nearly burst open as he watched his two nephews die tragically in front of him, but he was unable to save him. At this moment, he hated Ye Dong so much that he wanted to cut Ye Dong into pieces!
Just now, it wasn't that he didn't want to rescue, but because Ye Dong's attack speed was too fast, unbelievably fast, and unimaginably fast.
However, Yue Hanshan has also become an elite figure. Based on his intuition, he felt that the broken sword in Ye Dong's hand was very strange, especially when Ye Dong easily killed Qi Shanpao and Mo Tianya with a wave of his hand without any effort.
This sword is definitely a rare weapon. What will happen if this sword is in my hand? His two strange green eyes stared at the broken sword in Ye Dong's hand. Staring at the broken sword, he completely forgot about it at this moment
He suffered the tragic deaths of two nephews.
He just didn't know why, but the broken sword actually made him feel frightened. While he wanted to possess the broken sword in Ye Dong's hand, he also felt deeply fearful.
"There's something weird about your sword... What kind of sword is this?" Yue Hanshan asked coldly.
"With you? You don't deserve to know." Ye Dong smiled lightly and pointed at Yue Hanshan with the broken sword in his hand.
Angry! Yue Hanshan was really angry. He could ignore the tragic deaths of his two nephews, but Ye Dong's ridicule made him furious.
"Good boy, you are so arrogant! Today we will settle old and new grudges together. I will drain all your blood!"
Yue Hanshan roared, and the atmosphere in the entire corridor became extremely depressed. Both Fang Zhixiang and Shuai Yuling felt a little out of breath.
Ye Dong stretched out his hand to push the two of them back and said, "You two get out first, it's very dangerous here."
"But you..." Shuai Yuling hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. He is my defeated enemy. Killing him is no different than stepping on a cockroach."
Fang Zhixiang had just taken two steps when he heard this and was so surprised that he didn't fall over.
He thought to himself: I admit that you are very powerful. You killed two fifth-level warriors with one strike, but what you have to face now is a unique warrior. Please, can you be more serious?
Yue Hanshan was extremely angry when he heard Ye Dong compare him to a cockroach. He snorted coldly, and his bloody robes suddenly swelled up, while his face suddenly collapsed, and his whole withered face looked like a ghost.
"Die all of you!"
call----
Yue Hanshan's robe suddenly exploded, and thousands of blood arrows were shot at Ye Dong and the others.
"Ah! This is..."
Shuai Yuling, who had already run five or six meters away, turned around and saw the scene of thousands of arrows being shot. She suddenly turned pale with shock.
Fang Zhixiang also turned around and saw thousands of blood arrows flying towards him. His calves trembled and he almost didn't fall down.
Before the arrow arrives, the wind arrives first.
The strong wind conveys the breath of death, which is like coming from the Nine Nether Hells and makes people shudder.
"Try the most powerful form of my blood-transforming demon technique - a volley of ten thousand arrows!" Yue Hanshan Jiejie said with a smile, "You should feel honored to be able to die under my thousand arrows."
The blood arrows came too fast, and the corridor was too narrow.
How to hide in such a narrow space? There is no way to hide!
Shuai Yuling and Fang Zhixiang were filled with despair. They both knew that even if they fled to the end of the corridor, they would not be able to escape the overwhelming rain of arrows.
At this moment, the two of them couldn't help but look at Ye Dong, who had his back turned to them.
Ye Dong still stood there quietly, with no expression on his face.
However, the sword in his hand moved. He held the sword in his backhand and lifted the blade slightly upward.
Following his movement, a burst of sword energy emerged spontaneously.
The sword is the bone of the sword, and the sword energy is the flesh and blood of the sword. As the sword energy is generated, a vast and far-reaching sword intention arises spontaneously.
The sword intention is the soul of the sword!
Bone, flesh, and soul instantly merged into one, turning into Ye Dong's sky-shaking sword.