Fires were everywhere. Ye Qinghuan had just damaged the fuel tank of the helicopter. Under the splash of sparks, the helicopter exploded, and the yellow fire illuminated everyone's eyes.
"This this--"
The red lotus army below and the girl on the mountain all opened their mouths wide enough to drop an egg.
The dazzling sword light and the exploding armed helicopter were simply unbelievable. Everyone looked up and saw the young man 100 meters above the ground, their hearts trembling wildly.
Is this person really a god?
He actually faced Honglian's army of ten thousand people, which was comparable to a division, and was able to kill their armed helicopters.
"Attack, attack, launch and shoot!"
Among the remaining six helicopters, an urgent command came from the communicator. For a moment, all the armed helicopters quickly raised their altitude, then turned their guns and aimed at Ye Qinghuan.
Six armed helicopters attacked at the same time, and countless bullets burst towards Ye Qinghuan. These were not ordinary pistol and rifle bullets. They were so powerful and so large that even Ye Qinghuan could not bear them.
hide!
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan had already stepped on the flying sword. The moment the bullet came, Ye Qinghuan had already dodged it quickly.
Chase!
Without any hesitation, the six armed helicopters immediately chased Ye Qinghuan, firing bullets at him crazily.
Standing on the flying sword, Ye Qinghuan felt a little distressed. He had already felt that his broken sword was somewhat damaged. What he was refining was only the lowest level flying sword. Both the materials and his refining techniques were very average.
It can barely be regarded as the lowest level spiritual weapon.
There was no way around it. Although Ye Qinghuan was once the God of Death in the Universe and had great cultivation, he was not good at refining weapons and only knew some basic skills.
Of course, in this place on Earth, it would definitely be a super master level. After all, no one on Earth is known to be able to refine a flying sword.
But now is not the time to feel sorry for Feijian. Behind them are only six deadly armed helicopters. Ye Qinghuan can only stand on Feijian and escape.
Ye Qinghuan was also glad in his heart. Honglian's weapons and equipment were still too backward. If it were placed in another powerful country, he would be in danger now.
For example, a supersonic fighter jet is really very dangerous and is in danger of falling.
strength!
strength!
A fire suddenly lit up in Ye Qinghuan's heart. He needed more powerful power to reach the transcendent realm and enter the holy realm. He wanted to advance quickly.
If he could reach the Saint Realm, how could he be chased and beaten by a few armed helicopters? Even supersonic fighter jets and even various missiles could not hurt him.
If he reaches the holy realm, Ye Qinghuan is confident that he will be invincible to the earth!
"Kill him, beat him to death, surround him, don't let him escape!"
An excited command voice came from the helicopter, and the attack suddenly became more fierce.
Ye Qinghuan, who was running away quickly, suddenly narrowed his eyes and suddenly dived towards the team below.
"What does he want to do? Shoot, shoot immediately, don't let him rush down!"
The infantry below looked at the swooping Ye Qinghuan and were stunned for a moment. After hearing the command, they quickly drew their guns and fired an overwhelming barrage of bullets at Ye Qinghuan crazily.
Ye Qinghuan was extremely fast, and it was difficult for these ordinary rifles to break through his aura shield. In the blink of an eye, he had already entered the infantry camp.
kill!
At this moment, the armed helicopter was still some distance away from him. Ye Qinghuan did not hesitate at all. Holding the flying sword in his hand, the huge sword light slashed down, raising smoke and dust all over the sky, and took away the lives of more than a dozen mercenaries at the same time.
The sword light kept cutting down, and Ye Qinghuan harvested lives like grass and mustard at will. His eyes were cold, and he had killed nearly a hundred people, but he did not show any mercy.
At this time, the armed helicopter behind him was also chasing after him. Ye Qinghuan did not hesitate, immediately stepped on the flying sword and fled quickly.
The infantry camp of tens of thousands of people was divided into about twenty groups. After Ye Qinghuan escaped from one group, he immediately attacked the other group.
When the armed helicopter chased him, Ye Qinghuan immediately fled and then entered another camp.
In just ten minutes, hundreds of people had died in Ye Qinghuan's hands, and blood was flowing throughout the town.
Mountain of corpses and sea of blood!
A group of girls on the mountain were already stunned. Some of them couldn't bear it and collapsed on the ground. It was too scary.
This is not a battle between a person and a team. This is a battle between a god and a mortal. The casualties are too tragic. They have never seen so many dead people.
In fact, it was not a casualty. In Ye Qinghuan's hands, there was just death and no injuries!
"Kill him, kill him for me, don't worry about the lives of other mercenaries, I just want to kill him!"
The voice of the communication machine was almost crazy. Hundreds of them died, almost a thousand ordinary mercenaries. How could the commander accept it?
They dispatched the entire Red Lotus force to kill one person, but they didn't even touch a single hair of the other person. Instead, they killed so many people themselves.
Ye Qinghuan was eager to kill at this moment, and his murderous intent was boiling. Ye Qinghuan felt that his blood was boiling, and with the endless killing intent, the entire space solidified.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan felt that the blood-killing bead in his sea of consciousness began to beat slightly. The dark red bead that had been silent for a long time and the dense cracks seemed to have been repaired.
This bead is almost invincible. When Ye Qinghuan traveled across the universe, he relied on this bead, a red blood sword, and a body protected by thunder.
That scarlet figure bathed in thunder has become the nightmare of countless monks in all realms of the universe.
Killing, crazy killing, Ye Qinghuan ran away while killing ordinary mercenaries. Thousands of mercenaries died in his hands.
Ordinary people can't see it, but Ye Qinghuan's consciousness can sense it, and the blood-red breath slowly floats into his body.
He is even crazier and bloodthirsty, as if he has found the joy he had when he was traveling across the universe, doing whatever he wants and killing like crazy. Ye Qinghuan once slaughtered a whole continent of creatures in order to sacrifice the sword to the Red Blood Sword.
Within a million miles, not even a blade of grass grew, and the Red Blood Sword was completed, possessing the power to cut down stars, kill the emperor, and destroy the Heavenly Lord.
However, under that horrific catastrophe, everything was lost. Ye Qinghuan only had the faintest ray of soul wrapped in the blood-slaying bead and was reborn on the earth.
I don’t know if the Red Blood Sword survived. That catastrophe was really too terrifying.
"cut!"
Another sword fell, and dozens of lives disappeared in an instant, turned into powder, blood overflowed, and turned into blood mist all over the sky.
Comfortable!
Murderous aura poured into Ye Qinghuan's body, making him boil with incomparable fervor. The blood-killing beads were spinning faster in Ye Qinghuan's sea of consciousness. At this moment, Ye Qinghuan seemed to have fallen into killing.