As soon as Yu Heng opened his stance, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His face immediately turned pale and his breath became extremely disordered.
"Is there poison in your silver needle?" Yu Heng knelt down on one knee and inserted his sword on the ground to support his body.
"Didn't I tell you, congratulations on winning the prize!" Xuan Pang shrugged his shoulders.
"You bastard, are you kidding me?" Yu Heng roared angrily.
"Don't accuse me wrongly. I just said there was no poisonous powder, but I didn't say there were no poisonous needles!" Xuan Pang said.
After finishing speaking, he ignored the other party and rushed towards Ye Ji and others.
Yu Heng was hit by his poisonous needle and was already dead. Gods can't save him!
"The person who killed me, Chiyang Sect, wants to leave like this. You are thinking too well!"
Just when Xuan Pang ran a few steps away, an angry voice came over, and then he saw an elder from the Chiyang Sect rushing over at great speed.
At the same time, he raised his hand to sweep out a powerful force of wind. His cultivation level was two levels higher than Xuan Pang's, and he became the Battle Emperor!
"Here comes another old bastard who wants to die. Let me practice my skills with you!"
Bang!
After a loud noise, Xuan Pang slid back twenty or thirty meters before he stopped, feeling a surge of energy and blood in his heart.
The gap between the two levels is obviously not that easy to contend with.
"It's interesting, come again!" Xuan Pang slowed down slightly and then started again.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" the old man roared angrily, and stepped forward to greet him.
The two immediately fell into a fierce fight.
And as early as when the four men and women from Chiyang Sect and Taoyun Sect besieged Xuan Pang.
The remaining people from the two camps, plus a group of members from Mo Pavilion, quickly chased Ye Ji and the others.
The total number of people is nearly a hundred, including five war sects, more than ten war lords, and the rest are basically in the God of War realm.
"Hanyue, protect Yang Qing and Cang Lang and go first!" Ye Ji turned to look at the chasing crowd and said in a deep voice.
"No, Yang Qing can do it alone, let's stop them together!" After Han Yue finished speaking, she drew her scimitar and rushed forward.
"You bunch of bastards, if you want to die so much, I'll let you die!" The judge roared angrily and followed with a scimitar in hand.
Yeji and Zhuihun were naturally not idle either. The scimitars in their hands pulled out several rays of cold light and shot them out quickly.
The four of them were all at the Zhan Zong realm, and the dozen or so people running at the front fell down one after another before they had time to react.
A large amount of blood gushed out from everyone's heart, and they collapsed on the ground and twitched for a while, then stopped moving.
"You guys deserve to die!" A man from the Taoyun Sect who was at the great level of Zhan Sect roared angrily and punched the judge.
"Judge, be careful!" Han Yue exclaimed, quickly teleporting seven or eight meters, and at the same time pulled out a sharp sword and slashed out.
Bang!
The two men's attacks collided with each other, and each retreated five or six steps.
"Huh?" The man obviously didn't expect Han Yue to be able to force him into a tie, and frowned: "If you want to die so much, I'll let you die first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Han Yue at top speed, and at the same time raised his hand and blasted out several blasts of strong wind.
"Death!" Han Yue frowned, and without any hesitation, she activated Leng Yue's sword technique.
The crescent-shaped arc-shaped sword light swept away with the cold breath of death, like breaking bamboo.
Han Yue's cultivation level has already reached the level of Zhan Zong. As long as Leng Yue's sword skills are fully activated, it is not difficult to kill an opponent who has reached Zhan Zong's level.
After tearing apart the opponent's offensive, the arc-shaped blade disappeared directly from his heart and passed through him.
"How...how is it possible?!"
The man lowered his head and looked at the blood on his heart. He struggled to say a few words and then fell straight down, with a look of reluctance on his face.
Han Yue glanced at him, turned around and rushed towards the others.
"Sixth Elder!" Everyone in the Cloud-Taking Sect cried out in pain at the same time after seeing the man on the ground.
"Stop shouting, I'll send you down to accompany him!" The judge said coldly, raising his hand and slashing out several sword lights.
After the sword flash passed, four or five men and women fell down, their legs kicked off and there was no movement.
