"Qin Yang, I'll give you one last chance, hand over Yu Xiaodie, and then hand over the magic weapon on your body, and I'll spare you death!"

The black-robed ghost cultivator stared at Qin Yang coldly and slowly spoke.

If today's battle spreads, it will be a joke to his Earth Yin Sect, after all, nine Spiritual Gathering Cultivators and one Divine Soul Stage Cultivator to besiege a mere martial artist is obviously a bit too funny and shameful.

If the other side can give in without a fight, it is the best result.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, where is there so much nonsense!"

Qin Yang's tone was indifferent.

This battle, he doesn't know if he can win it, whether he will survive, but since it has begun, he will fight no matter what, unless he falls!

"Stinky boy, since you are looking for death, grandpa will send you down to the Yellow Spring first!"

An Earth Yin Sect disciple was angered by Qin Yang's arrogance, swept his body, and swung his fist at Qin Yang.

The fist was like iron, and the green tendons hovered over it, like a dragon, shocking.

The power of the Spiritual Gathering cultivator vibrated and rumbled, and the space where it passed was like a wave of water at this time, and the fluctuation spread out to both sides with the fist as the center.

This is the power of immortal cultivators!

In the face of the bombardment of this punch, Qin Yang did not dodge or dodge, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

When the opponent's fist came, the arm was raised, and the power from the spirit robe gushed out, gathered on the fist, and struck the opponent alive.

"Boom-"

With a huge collision sound, in the midst of the powerful jets, the Earth Yin Sect disciple flew upside down and smashed directly to the ground and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

And Qin Yang only took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

With the assistance of the robe, his current strength is in the middle stage of gathering spirits, and he is not afraid of a spirit gathering ghost cultivator on the other side.

This scene shocked everyone's jaws.

They didn't expect that a martial artist in Qin Yang would dare to go head-to-head with an immortal cultivator, and even beat the other party to vomit blood, which was a little too unreal.

"Be careful, this kid must have activated some secret technique, everyone will give it to me!"

The black-robed ghost cultivator's pupils shrank, his eyes were a little more cautious, and he waved his hand and ordered.

I thought it was just a small mole ant, but I didn't expect this little mole ant to have some skills, and the black-robed ghost cultivator inexplicably felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Today, I will let you see and see, my true strength!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's lips, and he took out the 'God Killing Mask' from the system space and slowly put it on his face.

In an instant, his strength exploded tenfold!!

A pair of eyes exposed from the mask were covered with blood red, and the entire hair became longer and redder, flying in the air, as if a demon god had descended.

"What? God-Killing Mask?"

Liu Zhen on the top of the attic in the distance saw the blood-colored mask on Qin Yang's face, and her beautiful eyes instantly shook up, and she exclaimed.

She clenched her fists suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to go forward to snatch it, but then she stopped, her expression changed, and her eyes flickered slightly when she looked at Qin Yang, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The elder Wen next to him was also stunned: "This kid actually has a god-killing mask, where did he get it." ”

They had been searching for nothing before, but they didn't want to fall on this kid.

Could it be providence?

The corners of Liu Zhen's lips hooked, and she said lightly: "This time I was lucky, I actually ran into the God Killing Mask, and I didn't know that the powerful 'God Killing Style' was not in his hands." It seems that we have a big fish. ”

Old Man Wen smiled and muttered softly: "Interesting, this kid has more and more surprises for the old man!"

The fighting spirit was thunderous, and the atmosphere was like ice.

The figures of the Eight Dao Gathering Spiritual Cultivators all rushed towards Qin Yang, and each of them exerted their greatest strength, vowing to kill Qin Yang.

To outsiders, this scene will never be forgotten.

You must know that it is just a martial artist, and it is too unreal to force all these immortal cultivators to dispatch.

"Good time!!"

The full power that filled his body made Qin Yang unable to withstand the long roar of looking up to the sky, and the blood of the whole person was boiling, the blood-colored hair was flying, and a sword in his hand stabbed it, with unimaginable power.

This sword burst out in a riot, the sword was like a rainbow, penetrating the sun and the moon, rushing and trembling, as if the sky was directly slashed under this sword!

A ghost cultivator who rushed to the front looked at this monstrous sword intent, his expression was shocked, and before he could retreat, his chest was cut by the sword qi, and blood gushed out, like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground.

The others were shocked, and they didn't care about their companions, so they made a move.

"Boom, boom!"

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth roared, and the aura roared.

The brilliant cyan sword light rolled up in the air with a violent fluctuating sound, and the huge aura reverberated within a radius of ten zhang like ocean waves, the sword qi was torn, the black mist was swirling, and the sound of fighting continued.

If they hadn't known in advance, everyone would have thought that a group of immortal cultivators were fighting each other.

Gather the spirit robe, kill the god mask, and punish the immortal sword!

The combination of the three raised Qin Yang's strength to the realm of extreme terror.

The more those Earth Yin Sect disciples fought, the more frightened they became, they had never seen much, nor had they heard of how powerful a martial artist was, and they did not fall behind in the face of their eight great spirit cultivators, but were at ease.

"What kind of monster is this kid, is he an immortal cultivator who hides his strength?"

The crowd was skeptical.

With this thought, there are also black-robed ghost cultivators outside the battlefield.

At this moment, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious, seeing that Qin Yang actually fought against his eight disciples with his own strength, and even gradually took control of the situation, the killing intent rolling in his eyes became more and more obvious.

This son, must not stay!!

The black-robed ghost cultivator thought together, and the entire figure headed towards Qin Yang like lightning.

His arm waved, and various forces continued to drive, each time the air around him twisted, slowly condensed in front of him, and gradually turned into a huge texture, with a terrifying aura.

In the battlefield, Qin Yang was still fighting fiercely.

His sword intent was very fast, as fast as lightning, and extremely powerful, it was not at all comparable to these Earth Yin Sect disciples, it was too much stronger than them.

As the evil qi danced, the disciples of the Earth Yin Sect who came to meet him hung up their colors one after another, and their souls were damaged and it was difficult to support them.

This made them feel a sense of despair, so many immortal cultivators joined forces, but they couldn't even deal with a single martial artist, if the other party became an immortal cultivator in the future, they wouldn't crush them.

"Poof—"

At this moment, the Zhuxian Sword stabbed into the abdomen of a disciple of the Earth Yin Sect.

Qin Yang's eyes were like knives, with extreme indifference, his arms were forced, and the long sword was violently raised!

"Slash!"

With the cold shout, this disciple from the lower abdomen to the throat, and the entire chest cavity and abdomen were completely slashed by the Zhuxian Sword!

The internal organs have been cut, cut off, and flowed out in an uproar, so it's not miserable.

Watching everyone's scalp tingle!

"Kill, kill, kill!kill!kill!kill!!"

Qin Yang looked up to the sky and laughed, his long blood-colored hair dancing in the air, like a demon god, and his long sword was like snow.

Dominate the world, don't dare to be!

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