Life is nothing more than fame and fortune.

When will this great fame and fortune be regained before us?

"Go, give it to me, and he will be exhausted."

"Hahaha, not bad, I'll take action and kill Ye Qingyu."

The eleven minor officials thought about it, the more crazy and hot they became, like a red-eyed gambler, yelling.

Especially the young clerk, his face was already a little distorted and ferocious.

Under such command, the nearly 10,000 surrendered strong men did not dare to resist or hesitate at all. They instantly turned into dazzling streams and rushed towards Ye Qingyu's direction from all directions, as if it was a black torrent, and the surging fluctuations of vital energy were superimposed on each other, madness was extremely terrifying, and the atmosphere instantly ignited the rage. Although they had not practiced the art of summarization and the scene was very chaotic, they were all top-level strong men, with extremely rich combat experience and instincts. With cooperation, even the Daluo Golden Immortal was probably difficult to resist.

"Back back!"

Ye Qingyu waved his hand.

Qin Yanzi, Youlan Female Saint, Zhang Wudao and others, who originally wanted to fight to the death with Ye Qingyu, felt a huge force coming and they could not resist at all, so they pushed them away thousands of meters.

The Blood-Drinking Sword Pill appeared in Ye Qingyu's hands in the flash of the divine flowers.

"If you want to help Xiao Fei Mian, you still lack sufficient status and weight. If that's the case, then take it from this battle."

Ye Qingyu did not retreat but advanced, and his fighting spirit was burning.

kill!

With a sword in hand, no ghosts and gods will stay!—
Chapter completed!