It was a long, knot-like object, all black, similar in shape to a sword, but without a blade, and somewhat similar to a whip, but very straight, and judging from the sound of the collision when it fell to the ground, it was obviously made of metal.
.
I just don't know what it is made of.
Its weight can actually make it fall down and stick to the ground!
"Mace!"
Ye Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the muscles in his body suddenly tightened. He looked towards Murong Yinyang. At this time, another weapon appeared in his hand, but it was different from the previous one. It was all white.
"You actually know how to use a mace. This kind of weapon is rarely used by anyone."
Ye Qiu vomited blood again, feeling as if his sternum was cracking, and the smell of blood kept rising from the depths of his throat. If his potential hadn't exploded and suppressed his injuries, he might have stopped vomiting blood by now.
Murong Yinyang's figure flashed and he came to the black mace before, picked it up casually, looked at Ye Qiu and said lightly: "You can be proud of being able to let me use my old friend, but it's a pity that you are so young.
If you don't die, you might be able to reach that point, but you must die today."
Ma Huai suddenly thought of something when he heard this, and his face changed wildly: "Were the hall masters in our division killed by you with this weapon?"
Before, he and Tang Yongyuan didn't know exactly what kind of weapons the hall leaders who shared the helm were killed, but they were beaten so hard that the bones all over their bodies were cracking.
But now seeing Murong Yin Yang's trump card, Ma Huai suddenly reacted.
Aren’t the wounds on those hall masters consistent with this Yin-Yang weapon?
Murong Yin Yang actually did not deny it, and said calmly: "Yes, it was my Yin Yang trump card that killed them."
"Yin Yang Mace?"
Ma Huai's pupils shrank instantly and blurted out: "Are you a blood yin and yang?"
Murong Yinyang's eyes moved, and he turned to look at Ma Huai. There was a hint of recollection in his calm voice: "I didn't expect anyone else knew this name."
Horror flashed in Ma Huai's eyes, and he said to Ye Qiu: "Brother Ye, be careful about this guy. He is Murong Yin Yang. He has become famous in our Chinese world of Jianghu decades ago. The weapon he uses is a pair of Yin Yang maces. It is very powerful."
It was terrifying. Everyone who fought with him was killed by him breaking all the bones in his body with his Yin and Yang Mace. Six mountain masters died at his hands.
His characteristic is that he uses the yin and yang mace, has black and white hair, and is called blood yin and yang."
After speaking, he stared at Murong Yinyang closely.
Ma Huai said with difficulty: "It's just that everyone in the Murong family should be dead. When Murong Yinyang killed the three strong men of the twelve zodiac signs Xingyi Sect, which completely angered the Xingyi Sect, everyone in the Murong family should be dead.
That’s right.”
Murong Yin Yang's eyes are ice cold
He calmed down: "It seems that Tang Yongyuan really regards you as his direct disciple."
These things were what Tang Yongyuan told Ma Huai.
Ma Huai clutched the hidden weapon in his hand tightly, but he had no idea of taking action against Murong Yin Yang. He gritted his teeth and said, "You know my master, you are indeed the one who shares the helm, but why haven't I seen you?"
Murong Yinyang shook his head: "Dead people don't need to know this." After speaking, he took a step forward and quickly approached Ma Huai.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ma Huai, and he immediately raised the mace in his hand and struck hard at Ma Huai's chest.
Ma Huai's face changed wildly. At this moment, he had no time to react and had just raised his hand.
He was just an intruder, facing the all-powerful attack of an extremely powerful person, with no possibility of surviving.
But that's about it.
Murong Yinyang gave up attacking Ma Huai, suddenly turned around, and swung the long mace of his right hand behind him fiercely.
"Ding!"
"Bang!"
A crisp voice sounded.
The saber in Ye Qiu's hand broke directly, and the long mace continued unabated and hit Ye Qiu's arm. With a dull sound, his figure flew out and hit the wall hard.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiu quickly fell to the ground and felt a burst of pain in his arm. He didn't know if it was broken, but at this time he couldn't care so much. His figure flashed and rushed towards Murong Yinyang again.
However, Murong Yinyang was not the only one who wanted his life.
A black shadow instantly appeared on Ye Qiu's left side. He waved his arm violently, and the cold sword light bloomed in an instant, stabbing towards Ye Qiu's body vitals.
Ye Qiu's eyelids twitched and he took a step with his right foot, barely dodging the black shadow's attack. The broken knife in his hand immediately stabbed the black shadow's abdomen.
But the piercing sensation I imagined did not come.
Ye Qiu knew he was in trouble. Sure enough, the next moment, the black shadow reached out and hugged him, controlling his actions.
"Pfft!"
That's the time.
Ye Qiu felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen. He could feel a blade piercing his body. After groaning, he broke away from the control of the black shadow.
He turned his head and looked behind him, and unexpectedly saw a black-clad Japanese samurai standing behind him, holding a katana in his hand and piercing his abdomen.
It’s just that this Oriental samurai looks very
It's very strange that the body is human-shaped, but the head is like a wolf or a dog.
"God formula?"
Just when Ye Qiugang wanted to see clearly, the Japanese warrior suddenly disappeared again. What he saw just now was like an illusion, but when he looked down at his abdomen, blood had already spewed out quickly, and he was quickly wiped out.
His clothes were stained with blood.
"All the masters of the inner sect in China are trash. However, I originally thought that our Eastern Chinese warriors at the level of genin, chuunin, and jounin are all trash. But if they reach the top, they are more or less useless.
It will also be stronger."
Hoshino Seimei's voice sounded, full of sarcasm,
"But now it seems that even your Chinese masters are only like this at the top and are no match for our Onmyoji.
If I had known that there was no need to sneak in secretly, even if I came to China openly, what could you do to me?
China’s garbage can’t stop me at all, haha!”
Ye Qiu stretched out his hand to stop the bleeding, otherwise he would lose too much blood soon. He looked up at Hoshino Seimei with cold eyes.
The eyes of Heiying and Murong Yinyang were also quite solemn. They had never seen the Onmyoji take action, but they didn't know whether the scene just now was an illusion or reality. Actually, even they saw the dark warrior.
Blinking his eyes, the warrior disappeared again.
This weird method made even them a little frightened. If they thought carefully, if it were them, they would not be able to avoid it just now.
The two people looked at each other, and then their figures moved and rushed towards Ye Qiu again.
Ye Qiu snorted coldly and rushed towards the two people.
Several figures quickly crossed each other in mid-air, and they fought dozens of times in a short period of time.
Moreover, in addition to these two masters, there is also an Onmyoji who starts sneak attacks from time to time.
Several tearing sounds were heard.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Ye Qiu added several more wounds that were 20 to 30 centimeters long on his body, and the quick exchange of blows gave him no time to stop the bleeding. Soon the blood was spilled all over the ground, which was shocking.
And at this time.
"Ding!"
Ye Qiu's expression suddenly changed wildly, and the saber in his hand was completely smashed into pieces by the Yin Yang Mace. But even if it was not broken, it was useless, because this saber alone could not hurt the black shadow at all, and it could not resist Murong.
The yin and yang of yin and yang.
"Pfft!"
The Japanese samurai appeared again, and his sword instantly penetrated Ye Qiu's left shoulder.
And if Ye Qiu hadn't dodged quickly, the knife would have penetrated his throat directly.
"Plop."
Being besieged like this, even Ye Qiu couldn't bear it. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his breath began to weaken rapidly. The effect of the nine-turn life and death needle began to fade, and at this time he felt a sense of weakness.
He smiled bitterly in his heart, he might really die here if this continues.
Su Bancheng noticed Ye Qiu's state and laughed: "Kill him quickly!"
The fight between Heiying and Murong Yin-Yang was already frightening. One of them was a reformed special warfare master, the other was a peak master of the year, plus an Onmyoji, besieging Ye Qiu alone, but Ye Qiu did not expect that
I can actually persist until now.
If it had been anyone who reached the top, he would have been dead long ago.
Heiying's eyes were extremely cold. He looked at Ye Qiu and said coldly: "It's time to end, Dragon King, let me send you on your last journey. After all, we were rivals before."
Murong Yinyang looked at Ye Qiu with pity in his eyes: "You are very strong, but it is a pity that you do not have a weapon at your disposal. Otherwise, maybe today, you would really be able to survive today."
There are wounds all over Ye Qiu's body now, and he looks hideous and terrifying. If it were anyone else, he would probably be dead by now, but Ye Qiu is still standing upright, and even if his breath begins to fade away, his
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and an indescribable will to fight began to rise.
"With just the three of you, it's not that easy for me to die. Only I can decide when my death will be!"
Ye Qiu's voice was hoarse to the extreme, and at this moment he suddenly roared: "Give me the thing!"
Ma Huai was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what Ye Qiu was saying, and threw the contents in his arms towards Ye Qiu without hesitation.
Murong Yinyang frowned, and moved towards Ye Qiu. But at this time, Ye Qiu had already got the things in his hands. His true energy burst out and tore the cloth strips of the package in an instant. A bright samurai sword appeared in front of him.
In his hands.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Qiu grabbed the samurai sword and swung it quickly at Murong Yin Yang.
Murong Yin Yang didn't pay attention. His Yin Yang Mace was made of special materials, and no weapon in the world could stop it. But he soon made a mistake.
"Ding!"
"Pfft!"
A crisp sound sounded, and the yang mace among the yin and yang maces suddenly broke, and half of the mace flew into the sky, and then fell to the ground.
When Murong Yin Yang fell to the ground, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his chest, and then it became redder and redder, and finally blood spurted out.