is to bully you for your short range, Ye Wentian relied on the absolute advantage established by the True Eye and the Xuantie Dragon Tendon Bow, and snatched the seven-headed earth dragon from the hands of the Ye Clan's three masters and the disciples of the Eight Poison Sect.

This is a living seven-headed spirit beast, and the combined score is almost over 100!

They were robbed of nearly 100 points all of a sudden, how could they not be surprised? How could they not be angry?

At the same time, Sky City, the Royal Arena, and Ye Wentian's score on the light curtain suddenly jumped continuously, like a phantom, and instantly rose by ninety-seven points, and his ranking directly surpassed Long Yuding, who had already been fixed, and occupied the third position, and there was only a thirty-seven point gap from the second Shaowu.

I don't know how many people gritted their teeth with hatred from this scene, but they were helpless.

Ye Wuru's face was expressionless, but he could make people feel a suppressed anger, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Unintentionally, unintentionally, take everyone to search, the task of tracking that spirit beast will be handed over to me for the time being, no matter what, you must kill him!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Ye Wuyi waved his hand and said, "Come with me, that guy shouldn't have run far yet, search for me, even if you plow the ground for three feet, you have to find out!"

Ye Wuxin nodded, holding the longbow in his left hand and the Soul Splitting Knife in his right hand, he stepped out and rushed directly through the speed of sound towards the dense forest.

Separated by two thousand five hundred meters, although Ye Wentian couldn't hear it, he watched their every move in his eyes, and when he saw the large army surrounding him, he smiled coldly and said: "Who is the hunter and who is the prey, I will let you understand soon." ”

The voice is still there, the person has disappeared like a ghost, this forest of death full of demonic energy is his home field, no one wants to find him.

More than thirty disciples of the Eight Poison Sect advanced rapidly in a fan shape under the leadership of Ye Yiyi, keeping a distance between each other that could be rescued, and after the Eight Poison Mother Martial Spirit possessed the body, they could advance with the help of the eight spider legs, ignoring a qiē terrain obstacle, and the speed of travel was extremely fast.

Ye Wuxin advanced at the speed of sound, and a few seconds later, he came to the position where Ye Wentian put the cold arrow before, reached out and touched the bark and the ground, and then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he had found something, revealing a look of doubt, but he was not sure.

Suddenly, a miserable cry sounded from the forest, Ye Wuxin and Ye Wuyi arrived immediately, and found that a disciple of the Eight Poison Sect had been pierced through the heart by an arrow and nailed to the trunk of the giant tree, the blood-colored feather arrow slowly melted and disappeared, and in the wound, the entire heart was completely crushed.

Trembling stretched out his hand, the light of fear and despair in his eyes froze, his neck fell soft, and he completely lost his breath.

For a while, all the disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect were all in a hurry, and the hairs on their bodies suddenly rose, and they looked left and right vigilantly, for fear that they would be the next to be attacked.

Ye Wuxin once again stepped through the speed of sound and chased in the direction of the cold arrow, the land was still warm, but he still found nothing.

"What about people?" Ye Wuyi chased after him and asked urgently.

"His speed is faster than mine, and he immediately shifted after releasing the arrow, it is not easy to catch him, and his blood is extremely strong, and all the feather arrows are ......" Ye Wuxin's tone was full of unwillingness, and before the words fell, another scream sounded.

The two of them immediately returned, and on another big tree, there were two disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect, one piercing the heart and the other piercing the brain, both of which accurately hit the vital point. This time, killing two birds with one stone, Ye Wentian showed his skills and strength with bloody results.

The spirits of the disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect were all tense, and they felt that the clouds above their heads were getting thicker and thicker, and the arrow of death would come at any time, and all the arrogance of the previous search was extinguished, turning into deep fear.

Ye Wuxin and Ye Wuyi had a feeling of being led by the nose, which made the two extremely aggrieved.

"Disciples of the Ten Sects, don't you even have the courage to fight head-on? There is a kind of coming out and fighting me!" Ye Yiyi roared towards the forest, and the sound spread uncontrollably, but he didn't get a response.

"Unintentionally, don't mess with yourself, he's deliberately tricking us. Ye Wuxin was much smarter, and while he was angry, he also understood the other party's intentions.

Sometimes, crushing the enemy head-on is simple and rude, but it is a little less fun, he wants to let the enemy experience the feeling of accumulating fear little by little, and gradually collapse in fear, this kind of punishment is much more than directly killing and relieving hatred.

At this moment, Ye Wentian is sowing fear and letting the enemy's strings break by itself.

After killing three people in a row, Ye Wentian left quietly for the time being, and touched towards a team of abyss demons, the abyss demons are equivalent to level sixty spirit kings, and the score is not low, it is a pity to give up.

But Ye Wuxin and the others didn't know that Ye Wentian was leaving temporarily, and they had to watch out for cold arrows that might come out from any direction all the time, and it didn't take long for them to feel mentally exhausted and their temples were in severe pain.

"Could it be that he has already left?" asked a disciple of the Eight Poison Sect tentatively.

Another disciple of the Eight Poisons Sect was covered in sweat, his clothes were soaked, he looked nervously around him, his eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered when he heard the words: "Yes, there is something to ......" The last word was not yet spoken, only to hear a whoosh, a bloodlet flash flashed, nailing him heavily to the trunk behind him.

He looked down at his chest in disbelief, his muscles twitching from tension eased slightly, and there was a look of relief on his face, and his head was lowered and there was no sound.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples of the Eight Poisons Sect began to tremble, and several of them really couldn't withstand the pressure, shouting and fleeing with their heads, and they were all accurately shot by the blood-colored feather arrows one by one.

So, everyone read the hunter's message, whoever dares to escape, will die first!

If you can't escape, and you can't find a hunter, do you have to wait to die under the pressure of increasing tension?

Ye Wuxin and Ye Wuyi began to search frantically again, but they still found nothing.

After two days like this, Ye Wentian occasionally went to hunt demons to ensure that he accumulated points, and occasionally came back to kill people and prove that the god of death was still there.

Finally, the remaining seventeen Eight Poison Sect disciples collectively collapsed, their eyes rolled and their mouths foamed, and they fell to the ground with a smirk, crazy, they were completely frightened crazy, and the long-pent-up fear finally broke their will.

Ye Wuxin and Ye Wuwu's faces were pale, their eyes were bloodshot and bruised, they were not frightened, but they were angry like this.

"Hey, are you looking for me?" Ye Wentian didn't plan to continue pestering, and a playful laugh came faintly.

The two of them roared wildly, and all their anger found an outlet, and they immediately chased in the direction from which the sound came from as fast as they could.

This is a beast's lair, dirty, the two of them have just stepped into here, the ground suddenly exploded, a large amount of feces mixed with demon blood The two of them were all over their faces, the stench was extremely disgusting, Ye had no intention of souring and spitting out, how many wolves bèi.

"Two shells, want revenge, come to the World Tree to find me. Ye Wentian's playful laughter came from afar, followed by an exceptionally huge blood qi feather arrow, which instantly hit Ye Wuyi's shoulder, crushing his entire right shoulder and arm.

The two of them recognized this voice, but it was obviously a person who should have died!

"Ye!ask!God!" Extremely resentful and humiliated voices popped out from between their teeth one by one.