“What’s going on?”

Fat Master Li Shengyan came a while later and landed in the flash of light, a little confused.

He couldn't understand why these tens of thousands of powerful people from various races were blocked by more than a dozen Xuan Ji Sect's minor officials like grandfathers scolding their grandsons. At least from the superficial strength, one of the tens of thousands of strong people jumped out with their eyes closed, and could beat these more than a dozen Xuan Ji Sect's minor officials out of shit.

Could it be that there is any treasure in the hands of these little officials that shock the world?

Poor Fat Master, who has been chased by people these days, runs around like dogs, and doesn’t know much information, similar to Ye Qingyu, and came slowly just now, so he didn’t know what happened under Du Tian Peak.

"Save people first."

Ye Qingyu helped the female saint up Youlan, and the ice sword in his hand appeared. His body was as thunderous as a ghost. With his steps, the sword light slashed out.

Under Dutian Peak, the sword light is as bright as silver, dazzling.

With a sword in hand, no ghosts and gods will stay.

Against these surrendered strong men, even if Ye Qingyu did not activate the [Wuji Shendao] at this time, it would be like chopping melons and vegetables. No one could capture Ye Qingyu's body trajectory, and no one could see clearly the mysterious arc of the wisps of the sudden and destructive sword light. The only thing that could be clearly seen was that the sword light rose and the enemy was destroyed.

A sword light shines on the nineteen realms!

In an instant, Ye Qingyu's figure returned to the side of the Youlan Female Saint.

Or in the sight of everyone, he seemed to have never left.

The only change is just a flash of afterimage, a body becomes empty, and then it becomes solid again.

The endless sword light that was as bright as silver as the eyes were unseen suddenly subsided and turned into an ice sword again, pressed into Ye Qingyu's hand. Then, as Ye Qingyu's five fingers loosened, and like a flower bloomed, a beautiful scene appeared. The ice sword bloomed into pieces of flying snowflakes like elfs, and it flowed and dissipated into the void.

silence.

The wind flows.

The nearly 100 surrendered strong men in Ice Sword that controlled Qin Yanzi, Zhang Wudao and others, had their bodies stiffened and were like wooden carvings.

Bang bang bang bang!

A light sound rang out.

The bodies of nearly a hundred surrendered strong men suddenly exploded.

There are many half-step great saints among them. They have not made a move, their body has not moved, their breath has not yet risen, and their swords have not even been released. The expression on their faces has not even had time to change, but the body suddenly bursts. However, this explosion is not a miserable scene of flesh and blood flying across the white bones. Every bursting body, whether it is a human or a foreign race, turns into a blooming ice crystal flower in the moment it breaks, dazzling.

After all, the sharp pieces reflect colorful light in the sun.

The dreamy colors flow like deadly and beautiful flowers of death blooming under Tiandu Peak!

The surrendered strong men who had taken action before were swept away in one breath.

Qin Yanzi, Zhang Wudao and others, who were originally ecstatic and worried that Ye Qingyu would fall into a doomed land, were shocked at this time and could not speak. You should know that this is truly a fight against a hundred people. Although these nearly a hundred surrendered strong men abandoned their self-esteem and glory, they are also saints of war after all. They have such rich combat experience. Hundreds of people united together, and even the peak saints must admit defeat. The previous great saint of the Heavenly Man race is a living example.

But unexpectedly, in just one breath, hundreds of surrendered strong men disappeared like native chickens and dogs.

What is this method?

Could it be a dream?

Ye Jieqian even subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Such combat skills and strength can no longer be described as accidental or shocked, and are simply terrifying.

Feared so much that my flesh and blood were cold.

The Female Saint Youlan wanted to express more words of thanks, but now she can't even say a word.

Because this female hero who has always wanted to be brave and unyielding, suddenly found that she had lost the courage to talk to the handsome young man in white beside her. This was a kind of instinctive fear of the strong. Her mind was a little blank and a little confused.

The same is true for Qin Yanzi on the side.

And of course, tens of thousands of other powerful men of various races were also shocked.

Almost no one can see clearly how Ye Qingyu made a move. This method of killing nearly a hundred surrendered strong men in one breath is too terrifying and shocking. Could this young man in white be a quasi-emperor? But when did such a young quasi-emperor appear again in the human race?

However, someone soon recognized Ye Qingyu's identity.

There was a noise in the crowd.

"It is Ye Qingyu, the third deputy envoy of the human race."

"Ice Sword Killing God?"

"How is it possible? Ye Qingyu in the legend does not have such strength. How could he become so terrible now?"

All kinds of noisy discussions made the powerful men of the clans even more shocked.

They were a little suspicious of their lives and began to feel that their worldview had been subverted.

...

...

Mountain road.

At a high place, the wind is howling.

Yin Kaishan, the third prince of Kaiyang clan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

A sudden shocking fighting spirit burst out in his eyes, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes.

"Ye Qingyu really appeared."

Yin Kaishan slowly stood up.

Tens of thousands of powerful people from all races under Dutian Peak are elites among all races in the vast world. But in his eyes, like a group of clay tiles and sculptures, only Ye Qingyu is the only one who really makes Yin Kaishan want to fight.

Tens of thousands of geniuses are not as good as Ye Qingyu.

Before Ye Qingyu appeared, Yin Kaishan was restrained and his fighting spirit remained motionless.

After Ye Qingyu showed up and showed his strong strength, Yin Kaishan instantly felt that there seemed to be a sudden burning in his chest.

The fighting spirit was hard to contain, so he was about to walk down the mountain with a spear.

But Saint Xuan Ji shook her head.

"Don't go." She looked at the countless powerful people at the foot of the mountain, as if she was looking at the chess pieces on the chessboard, her eyes were cold and indifferent: "The time has not come."

Yin Kaishan glanced at the woman beside him who made him crazy. After he hesitating a little, he nodded and sat cross-legged again in the wind and snow. He closed his eyes and fell into the state of emptiness and brightness like an old monk entering into a state of meditation. This peerless genius of the Kaiyang clan also has peerless opportunities in the Chaos Demon Emperor's Reincarnation Hall and has great gains. At this time, he also needs to compete to merge and refine it every second to improve himself.

He knew very well that he was definitely not at the strongest peak now.

Seeing Yin Kaishan's posture, Saint Xuan Ji felt a little relieved.

But a hint of apology appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yin."

She sighed silently deep inside.

Saint Xuan Ji really knows the man around her very much.

This upright man Angzang has an open and thrilling heart, like a fearless martial god standing under the sun. Unfortunately, he has been following him, but he is inevitably eroded by the dark colors and has to let his heart abide by himself.

For a long time, even if she is cruel and ruthless to others, Saint Xuan Ji has always maintained a warmth and care for this man, because she knows very clearly in her heart that if there is really someone in this world who sincerely treats him and never betrays him, then this person is Yin Kaishan.

She sighed in her heart.

In fact, the moment when he saw Ye Qingyu appear, Saint Xuan Ji's mood also fluctuated.

It’s like there is only one Yin Kaishan in this world that can make Saint Xuan Ji feel warm, and there is also one Ye Qingyu in this world that can make Saint Xuan Ji feel helpless or even fear.

These two men are special and unique in the heart of Saint Xuan Ji.

At this moment, standing in the bitter wind of the mountain snow, Saint Xuan Ji couldn't help but recall the scene when she first saw Ye Qingyu.

At that time, who would have thought that a boy from the human race who was unknown to struggle like an ant would become her nightmare for a long time after that?

Become an anomaly who she tried to deal with several times but returned in a miserable way?

"But... this time, it's different. Ye Qingyu, your myth can only end here. Let your glory reach its peak on this Dutian Peak, and then, stay forever in the legend of people from later generations, as my stepping stone."

Saint Xuan Ji looked at the man in white clothes, black hair and ink at the foot of the mountain, looked at it for dozens of breaths, and then turned around and left.

"If they come up the mountain, don't stop it. Brother Yin, this matter is here, so you can go back to the Kaiyang tribe first."

The moment her graceful and graceful figure disappeared into the wind and snow, she sent a voice.

...

...

"You are Ye Qingyu?"

After being shocked, the young clerk of Xuanji Sect gradually calmed down.

He stood among the crowd of surrendered strong men, and under the protection of nearly 10,000 elite martial arts powerhouses, his sense of security returned to himself. Recalling the panic-wrenching embarrassment just now, he felt uncontrollable anger in his heart. He raised his hand and pointed at Ye Qingyu and shouted loudly: "It turns out it's you, hehe, I haven't seen you appear for more than ten days, I thought you had been hunted down, but I didn't expect you to be still breathing. It's so great. My sect's saint's crown prince has been trying to win the leader of your six Yang for a long time. Haha, today's great contribution will fall on our brothers, hahahahaha!"

The other ten minor officials of Xuan Ji Sect also showed joy on their faces at this time.

It's nothing wrong. Who among the Hesects, who doesn't know that Saint Xuan Ji wants to kill Ye Qingyu?

In the past, their status and status would naturally not dare to expect to achieve such a contribution, but now it is different. Under the control of the [Three Corpses Seizing Yuan Dan], nearly 10,000 powerful people in the Holy Dao obeyed their orders, and under the deterrence of the quasi-emperor of Xuanji Sect, tens of thousands of other strong people would never dare to help Ye Qingyu. In this way, as long as the army they controlled was paid a sufficient price, they would definitely drag Ye Qingyu down alive.

And even if it was not for the purpose of showing off his merits to the Xuanji Sect's daughter, even if it was just killing the Ice Sword Killing God who was shaking the Chaos Road, such a record would be enough for them, the eleven minor officials, to become famous in the vast world and leave a legend.
To be continued...