The Sword God also coughed out a mouthful of blood: "Shen Zhanshuai, we can share a lot."

Shen Qiye waved his hand gently to stop, and his voice echoed throughout the audience:

"You have just finished a fierce battle. You need some time to buffer, otherwise you will be completely severely damaged and lose your combat effectiveness."

"This time, it's me."

"I have killed thousands of armies and horses, and I am still more than enough to deal with the top ten ironwood masters."

Shen Qiye turned around and looked at the ten enemies and said lightly: "Let's take action."

Temu Wuyue tilted his head.

The ten ironwood masters immediately flicked their wrists.

The sword's light flashed like a drill and shot into Shen Qiye's eyes.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Shen Qiye's eyes turned cold.

There was no emotion in those eyes, and they were not stimulated by the light of the sword. There was only indifference and killing.

Shen Qiye reached out and grasped the spear.

The moment his fingers grasped the cold gun body.

The black clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless falling drizzles were bounced off into fine gouache.

Many people present couldn't help but tremble: Such a domineering aura.

When Shen Qiye raised the long-lost jet-black spear, he seemed to have become another person.

Those cold raindrops seemed to sense something, they swayed and tilted silently to avoid it, and not a single drop floated in front of him.

Shen Qiye looked like a black-armored demon god, standing with a spear across his shoulder.

"kill!"

Ten ironwood masters rushed forward with all their strength, but when they were about three meters away, their pupils suddenly shrank:

Shen Qiye took action!

The gun roared through the air!

Although Shen Qiye was only fighting alone and was injured, Master Tiemu clearly felt that he was possessed by the Overlord of Western Chu at this moment.

He was extremely proud, extremely calm, and his momentum was as overwhelming as a flood.

"kill!"

The Ironwood master's eyelids jumped and he roared, unleashing all his fighting spirit.

Ten long knives slashed down with a roar.

The sword flashed like ten flying dragons.

In their opinion, even if they couldn't kill Shen Qiye, they could still seriously injure him and vomit blood.

But they were all wrong.

Just one shot.

The cold wind and cold rain stopped.

The airflow from the high platform sank.

The jet black and thick steel spear was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, and it cut off ten long knives with a clang.

Then he lunged at the Ironwood master's throat with unabated momentum.

Even if they retreated with all their strength when the sword was broken, even if they kept a distance of three meters from Shen Qiye.

But the momentum of that shot cut through their spirits like a sharp blade.

With a bang, the armor of the ten men cracked.

"kill!"

Shen Qiye shot backhand.

Ten heads soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!