His voice had just fallen.

Suddenly, a series of strange and sequential laughter sounded from the endless darkness, echoing around, as if a ghost was invisible: "Hehe, [God of War], you are already a turtle in the jar, just fish on the chopping board, just death, and still have the heart to care about the life and death of others. It is better to think about how you will die."

As soon as this statement came out, the power of the vital energy in the surrounding air suddenly changed and became violent in an instant!

The entire valley seemed to have been violently shaking, like a ground dragon turning over, and the rolling stones stirred up. An extremely dazzling light burst out from the ground under Ye Qingyu's feet. These beams of light broke through the ground and soared into the sky!

“Hohuh!”

In the air, strong winds blew.

Countless lights turned into wisps of silk threads, flowing rapidly on the ground, outlining, and in the blink of an eye, dense patterns appeared, catching the vitality between heaven and earth. The air flow was like a whirlpool, roaring wildly around, isolating the pictures of heaven and earth outside. The terrifying turbulence seemed to be a life millstone, strangling everything around. The lightning and fire time had formed a killing formation!

And Ye Qingyu is located at the center of this killing formation!

"Um?"

Ye Qingyu's heart moved slightly, but there was no movement.

At the moment when the mutation arose, he was ready. If he tried his best, he would have the chance to escape. However, he was worried about the safety of the [Avalanche]. He simply responded to all changes and took the initiative to enter the killing formation. In an instant, he was completely sealed in the killing formation by the thick light curtain.

Ye Qingyu stepped on the light curtain lightly with his feet, and a ripple appeared.

Then his body slowly landed on the ground, and his eyes looked coldly in front of him.

With his eyes, thick black mist suddenly rose from the killing formation, spreading and constantly surging.

After the black fog disappeared, Ye Qingyu's brows frowned slightly.

Groups of black shadows gradually emerged, gradually outlining the outline from the black fog, and showing it in front of him!

At first glance, I couldn't see it at first sight. There were hundreds of people. It was like a terrifying wave in the dark night, and Ye Qingyu would be swallowed at any time!

The group of black shadow men were covered with dark armor, with no trace of skin exposed, covering their faces with ghost faces. The ferocious ghost face mask was distorted, and their facial features were full of murderous intent!

Like a wave, hundreds of black-armored men stood quietly in place, motionless as if they were carved. The fierce sword in their hands shone with a cold luster under the thunder and lightning that occasionally cut through the sky.

However, the strong murderous intent emitted from the pupils is terrifying.

"A group of killers? They are good at strength, but they are just the cultivation level of the Lingquan Realm, which does not pose any threat to me." Ye Qingyu snorted coldly, with his face and expression, tilted the robe behind him, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Who is it? I'm leading me here. Can you come out and see me now?"

A cold sound rang out in the endless darkness.

The cold and hoarse voice slowly rang again, with a hint of joke: "I want to see me, hehehehehehehehehe, survive first..."

The sound was heard in my ears, and Ye Qingyu vaguely felt that it seemed that he had heard this sound somewhere before.

"Kill." The voice in the darkness spit out a word lightly.

In an instant—

"Boom boom boom!"

The black waves where hundreds of black-armored men gathered suddenly surged wildly, setting off storm waves and headed towards Ye Qingyu's hysterical killing, like a black torrent, which instantly submerged it.

The sword light and sword shadows were flashing wildly in the killing formation.

"These minions want to kill me, it's too far!"

Ye Qingyu, in the black wave, shouted with fearless expression, and was determined to be on the spot. He slowly clenched his right fist. Suddenly, a manic fist wind was already rolling up in the void. The fist momentum had not yet been truly hit. Under the power of the Dragon Fist Secret Book of Fist, the air was crushed and crackled, making a burst of sound.

"Puff puff puff!"

The crazy swords and swords in the hands of more than a dozen black-armored men did not even touch the corner of Ye Qingyu's clothes, and they were shocked by the manic fist wind and flew backwards, spitting blood in their mouths, and hitting a series of black-armored men behind them.

But soon, more black-armored people flocked to him.

These black-armored ghost-faced killers seemed to be machines that were not afraid of death and were not only painful. They surrounded Ye Qingyu from all sides, and their figures intertwined each other to form a strange attack formation, which superimposed the power of hundreds of people, stacked them layer by layer, and continued to rise, hundreds of people were like one person.

“Hohuh!”

The sword wind and sword light were extremely harsh, and it kept exploding in Ye Qingyu's ears.

Ye Qingyu's face turned cold.

He looked carefully at the formations of these black armored ghost faces and lost interest. He held the right fist at his waist and slowly pushed it out. Suddenly, the dragon roared in the void, and the fist thrust out like a torrent. The energy was like a divine dragon roaring across. The force was like a divine dragon roaring across. Between his arms, there was a momentum like a mountain collapse and rushing over.

However, he did not kill, but only used three levels of strength.

"Puff!"

The formation of the black armored ghost faces instantly shattered and disintegrated.

Dozens of black-armored ghost faces were squirting blood from their mouths, like rice skins in hurricanes, swept away by fist wind.

But more black armored ghost faces rushed over without fear of death.

"Kill and kill!"

"Sausal!"

The sound of killing was accompanied by the friction of the iron-clad black armor, like a song of hell's soul-scrawling song, lingering in everyone's ears for a long time.

"This is a group of dead soldiers, and they are not afraid of death at all."

Ye Qingyu had a judgment in his heart.

If you keep showing mercy to such a dead man, you will definitely suffer the consequences in the end.

Although [Avalanche] may be in the hands of the other party, as long as they are still there, they will definitely not be able to leave their lives to check and balance themselves, so at this time, they don’t have to stop at these dead soldiers.

After communicating this, there was a burst of lightning in Ye Qingyu's eyes.

He took a sudden step forward and slowly punched out another punch.

The power of the ice energy burst out, and before many black armored ghost faces rushed in front of them, they were instantly frozen into ice crystals and solidified in place, like a statue, and they still maintained a swaying forward until their death.

"Super [Avalanche], or kill all your dog."

Ye Qingyu's body was filled with coldness, and anger flashed between his eyebrows.

"Hehe... cares about him so much, hahaha, if you really want to know, I will fulfill your wish." The silly and hoarse voice in the darkness was filled with a hint of joke: "The avalanche is already on the road before you. Later, I will send you to hell to see him."

"Avalanche died? Haha, it's impossible! If you want to mess up my mind, this little trick is too naive." Ye Qingyu laughed, and anger was already rising in his chest. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He stopped hiding his hands and shouted immediately.

The extremely cold energy power burst into all directions like a tide, with dragon roars sounding, and every punch came out, as if the rage of heaven was coming. Wherever it passed, large areas were harvesting the lives of these black-armored people.

"Puchi!"

Ye Qingyu's cultivation and attainment in Dragon Fist has reached the level of perfection.

Each punch hit the ground, with infinite power and extreme strength. How could these black armored people in the forty or fifty-eyed Ningquan realm be comparable?

Once a punch was released, the sound of bone cracks continued to spread.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the black-armored men's chest suddenly sank into the chest, spitting blood in their mouths, flew out and hitting the light curtain of the killing formation, splashing ripples, and then their necks tilted and completely lost their vitality. Before the body fell to the ground, it instantly freezes into ice, falling on the ground, turning into pieces of bright red shattered ice splash.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were killed by Ye Qingyu with one move!

However, Ye Qingyu, who was fighting hard in the black wave, did not notice that these corpses lying on the ground fell on the ground, and some blood spread out, and the blood that kept flowing gathered together, almost becoming a river!

“Huhhhh…”

From the ground, the ravines and rays of light outlined by the killing formation, like greedy locusts or the minions of evil ghosts, devouring these essence and blood unscrupulously, constantly replenishing the killing formation.

Every time you swallow a mouthful and corrode one inch, these rays of light tentacles became even more dazzling, and the light curtain became more dazzling.

Ye Qingyu's martial arts nature is originally Shura's killing martial arts. After a moment of decision, he was even more merciless in his actions. Every breath, the ghost-faced black armor turned into a dead soul.

The gap in martial arts cultivation was revealed at this moment. In most cases, low-level warriors only seek death if they want to challenge them higher than the level. The advantage in quantity cannot be converted into a slight slash.

"Show up. If you don't show up, your dog will be killed by me." Ye Qingyu said lightly.

In the darkness, there was a sneer in the voice.

"Haha, kill whatever you want. I have many such tools of murder under my command."

The words were filled with cruelty and coldness, and it was obvious that they did not take these black-armored ghost-faced dead men seriously at all.

Ye Qingyu carefully sensed the direction and color of the sound.

However, with the help of the formation, it was difficult for Ye Qingyu to distinguish the real position of this person with Ye Qingyu's strength.

"Since that's the case, I also want to know how many such murder tools are under your command?" Ye Qingyu said loudly, and a complete explosion in the Dragon Fist!

Boom boom boom boom!

The black-armored ghost-faced death warrior who rushed over fearlessly was constantly bombarded.

Ye Qingyu even tried to remove the ghost masks on several of the people's faces, but after she took them off, she found that the mask was just growing directly on the face. It should have used some cruel evil secret technique. After the mask was removed, these dead men were removed half of their faces, leaving only half of their lives, and screaming and howling endlessly.

"It should be a human flesh puppet refined with the evil secret technique. It has lost its mind. There is no difference between living and dead. Without wisdom and judgment, it will only be controlled and urged to kill people. It is also a group of poor people. Perhaps death is a relief for them."—
Chapter completed!