The two remaining old men from Sanshan each held the corpse and cried. They were brothers, and they were able to practice the combined attack technique because they had deep feelings and connected minds.
The three of them have been together for more than two hundred years, but today they saw with their own eyes that their brother's head was missing.
The sadness in this can be imagined.
But those who kill will always be killed.
As a long-established strong man in the Beichen Sea, countless people have died under their fists.
And they didn't know how many times they had done this kind of thing like today, taking money from people to eliminate disasters, but today they met someone they couldn't kill.
Ye Gucheng looked at the two people crying, his eyes still calm.
With a flick of his wrist, he held up a sword flower.
The pale sword edge and the pale figure streaked across the clear sky.
"careful!"
A cry of surprise sounded.
However, another blood flower bloomed in the air.
The old man holding his head was still immersed in grief, but his head was missing.
"Ah~~"
The last old man from Sanshan completely fell into madness. He roared, shouted, and rushed towards Ye Gucheng crazily.
The thin body looked particularly old at this moment.
He resents, he hates, and he wants revenge!
In an instant, he lost two of his brothers, who were killed before his eyes.
This is an unspeakable sadness.
He seems very pitiful.
But they have experienced this kind of scene countless times, but before they were in the position of killing people.
He would not consider the thoughts of those they killed, just as Ye Gucheng would not care about the sadness in his heart at this time.
The edge of the sword is still so pale, and the figure is still like the white clouds wandering in the sky.
There was just another blooming blood flower beside Bai Yun.
Still so gorgeous, still so brilliant.
Three corpses fell from the sky one after another.
The entire Huishan Island fell into deathly silence.
The chaotic and noisy battlefield seemed to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment.
Everyone stared intently at the pale figure in the sky.
Dongfang Zheng's face turned pale!
It seemed as if all the blood had been lost in an instant.
All the old people in Sanshan died like this!
This was definitely the scene he least wanted to see, and the result he least could believe.
How is it possible?
That's Old Man Sanshan!
Dongfang Zheng was filled with fear.
He knew very well how strong Old Man Sanshan was.
If it was one-on-one, he was absolutely sure to defeat any one of Sanshan Old Man, but if it was three-on-three, he would definitely be defeated by Sanshan Old Man's punch.
In other words, even the three of them are no match for Old Man Sanshan.
But Old Man Sanshan died under Ye Gucheng's sword.
"you!"
He pointed at Ye Gucheng and asked in a dry voice: "Who are you?"
Ye Gucheng looked up at him.
Just when everyone was waiting for Ye Gucheng's answer, perhaps most people wanted to hear Ye Gucheng say his name at this moment.
Even Mo Yuqing is like this.
However, Ye Gucheng did not speak, he only sent a pale sword edge to Dongfang Zheng.
Ye Gucheng proved with practical actions what it means to be ruthless and talk a lot.
Maybe Ye Gucheng just felt that there was no need to talk to the dead.
Why open your mouth when you need to draw your sword?
Just like that, Dongfang Zheng also had his body and head in a different place.
This time, everyone around him no longer felt frightened, but felt terrified.
Old Man Sanshan couldn't block Ye Gucheng's sword, and Dongfang Zheng couldn't block Ye Gucheng's sword either.
That means that no one present can block Ye Gucheng's sword.
"run!"
Dongfang Hong suddenly let out a tearful cry.
The sword edge that kills with one blow, the unstoppable sword light, and the figure that makes people feel desperate.
Finally his last bit of courage was blown away.
Fear, unprecedented fear filled his heart.
At this time, he no longer cares about Huishan Island, Yuehai Island, or even the Dongfang Family.
To be precise, he only had one thought in his mind at this time, and that was to leave here, as far away from that snow-white figure as possible. He had no intention of thinking about anything else.
Not only Dongfang Hong, but also other members of the Dongfang family.
Even Zeng Xuan, Ren Yingzong, Mo Yuqing and others had the idea of staying away from Ye Gucheng.
Fortunately, they still remembered that Ye Gucheng was their companion, so they just took a few steps back and stopped.
At this time, Ye Gucheng looked at them and finally spoke.
"The rest is up to you!"
Zeng Xuan and Ren Yingzong were startled for a moment, then nodded in confusion, and then chased after Dongfang Hong and others who were escaping.
While they were pursuing, they couldn't help but look back at Ye Gucheng's figure, with an extremely complicated look on his face.
Is he at the third level of divine conception?
Are you sure it's not the fourth level of God's artistic conception?
Their minds were filled with such questions.
In fact, Ye Gucheng is really only at the third level of the divine realm. Even though Ye Gucheng fired four swords just now and killed four strong men at the third level of the divine realm, this is actually Ye Gucheng's limit.
Each of the four swords was struck with all his strength.
Ye Gucheng pursues perfection, so what he desires is to wield the most perfect sword.
However, the path of cultivation never ends. How could the sword in his hand be the most perfect sword?
The sword he displayed at this time was just the best he could do at the moment, the most perfect sword at the moment.
Just like the flying fairy from the sky was the perfection that Ye Gucheng could not break through before, now he has found the perfect sword again.
The Flying Immortal from Tianwai integrates all his body's skills into one sword, and now Ye Gucheng's sword also integrates all his own insights and artistic conception into it.
This sword is his limit and his strongest sword.
Swinging four swords in succession was a big burden for him.
This is why he left the rest to Zeng Xuan and others.
He was hanging in the sky, looking alone at the Gray Mountain Island below.
He is still the same Ye Gucheng who only associates with Baiyun Dahai and pursues the path of swordsmanship alone.
The cry of killing sounded again on Huishan Island, but it became so weak and so cautious.
Instead, the voices begging for mercy and surrender came one after another, spreading throughout the entire Gray Mountain Island like the sea breeze in just one breath.
On board the Beihai Navy's flagship.
Mao Jiang and Ye Xiangzhen stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the Huishan Island in front of them with disbelief.
"Is this the end?"
Ye Xiangzhen asked with a dull expression.
"it's over!"
Mao Jiang took a deep breath, the horror in his eyes had not completely faded away.
"This~~"
Ye Xiangzhen didn't know what to say to express the shock in his heart.
It was Mao Jiang who spoke out for him.
"The strong one, this is the strong one!"
"One sword can defeat an army of ten thousand, and four swords can defeat the psychological defense of an army of tens of thousands!"
Mao Jiang sighed endlessly.
In the land of spiritual wasteland, innate warriors are the strongest. Innate warriors have the ability to take the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of armies, but they cannot truly compete with the formation of thousands of armies.
But in Qiongtian Sea Area, those who are strong in Jizhao Realm can do it.
Using one against ten thousand is just a general statement. Jiezhao Realm does not need to kill ten thousand people. It only needs to completely shatter the inner defenses of ten thousand people so that they no longer have the belief to fight.
Ye Gucheng's four swords not only shattered the inner defenses of ordinary soldiers, but even Jizhao Realm powerhouses like Dongfang Hong were frightened to the point of fleeing on their own.
"His name is Ye Gucheng?"
Mo Yuqing returned to the flagship and asked Mao Jiang.
In fact, he knew Ye Gucheng's name, but he wanted to confirm it again.
"That's right, it's called Ye Gucheng! Ye Gucheng, the flying fairy from the sky!" Mao Jiang said.
The Flying Immortal from Heaven is the name Ye Gucheng had when he was in Dali.
In the future, this name will also be famous in Qiongtian Sea Area.
"Flying Immortals from Beyond the Heavens!" Mo Yuqing muttered softly, and looked in the direction of Ye Gucheng again.
"It's the image!"
…
Burning Sky Island.
At the same time that the battle on Huishan Island broke out, the battle on Fentian Island also kicked off.
The same salvo of thousands of arrows was also staged on Fentian Island.
Even more terrifying than Gray Mountain Island.
After all, in the sky army that came to Fentian Island, in addition to Dali's Donghai Navy, there were also naval forces from the Hundred Stars Dynasty.
Compared to the navy of Ice and Snow Island, the navy of the Hundred Stars Dynasty far surpassed that of Ice and Snow Island in terms of equipment and the personal cultivation of its soldiers.
Especially now that Dali has provided thousands of crossbows to the Hundred Stars Dynasty, and these crossbows were used in the navy for this expedition.
The navies of the two dynasties jointly besieged Fentian Island, and the rain of arrows released was naturally greater than that of Huishan Island.
The rain of arrows fell, and corpses littered the Fentian Island, and blood flowed into rivers.
This scene was also horrifying in the eyes of Heiyuan and others.
These rats hiding in the dark are not as good as Yuehai Island. Yuehai Island at least has its own navy, but they can only borrow the troops of other forces.
At this time, there were not many soldiers gathered on Fentian Island, less than 50,000.
However, after just a dozen waves of arrows, the fifty thousand people were completely wiped out.
On the other hand, Yu Xie stood on the terrace of the tower and only twitched the corners of his mouth a few times. After all, the Yu family could command thousands of troops and charged into battle on the battlefield.
But the same could not be said for the other Blood Demon cultists. Looking at the dense rain of arrows, their scalps felt numb.
Indeed, such a rain of arrows would not threaten them, but no one could face such a dense rain of arrows calmly.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
A Blood Demon cultist looked at the tragic scene below and asked involuntarily.
When it comes to killing people, the Blood Demon Cultists have never lost. A large blood refining formation is enough to kill millions of people.
But to use the blood refining formation to kill people, they only need to set up the formation, instead of watching millions of people struggling in pain with their own eyes.
Heiyuan's expression returned to calm and said: "Wait!"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until they land on the island!" Heiyuan said with a sneer on his face.
He wouldn't care if a bunch of useless trash died.
Those soldiers were not Blood Demon Cult, they didn't even know what the Blood Demon Cult was.
They just followed orders and came to Fentian Island to participate in the battle. As for why they were fighting and who they were fighting for, they didn't know.
After all, they are also a bunch of poor people.
It's just that Hei Yuan obviously won't pity them.