Ye Xiuwen stood in the moment, and his body emitted a faint vital energy, wrapping his body in it, indeed breaking through the realm of the first level of vital energy.

Only after breaking through the first level of Yuanqi, Ye Xiuwen truly understood the terribleness of the first level of Yuanqi.

How can ordinary swords be damaged by warriors in this realm? Even the fine steel weapons cannot cut through this layer of light energy defense.

And if he didn't have a sharp knife in his hand, how could he easily kill a warrior in the realm of vitality?

The same is true for that thin ghost. Although he is also a master in the middle stage of the vitality, he did not have the skills to protect his body, and he was also killed by Ye Xiuwen, who was holding a tungsten steel sword.

"Hmph! You're left."

Ye Xiuwen pointed at the fat ghost with a sharp sword, and the fat ghost woke up at this time.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at the sharp sword in Ye Xiuwen's hand, his face darkened, and he glared at Ye Xiuwen and said, "What a vicious boy, if I don't kill you today, I will never be a human being..."

After the fat ghost said that, he slapped his huge palm directly.

Outside the palm, there is a faint layer of blood energy, which is the unique skill of Blood Cloud Palm that became famous in Xueyuezhai.

As soon as this palm came out, blood mist filled the air, and the vast palm power was like a constantly swelling blood cloud, crushing towards Ye Xiuwen.

"Ye Xiuwen?" Yue'er saw that the other party had strong palm strength and wanted to get up to help.

But at this time, Ye Xiuwen had already taken action.

His long sword slashed straight away regardless of the opponent's blood cloud palm, and at the same time, blood mist appeared all over his body.

As soon as the blood mist came out, blood-colored palms formed, and they took the lead and slapped the fat ghost.

The fat ghost has strong palm power, but Ye Xiuwen has many blood-colored palms. He suppresses the fat ghost with his number, so that his strength cannot be used with all his strength.

This is like a person fighting against a thousand people. No matter how powerful you are, can you fight against the strength of a thousand people?

And at this moment, this is exactly what Ye Xiuwen's blood-colored palm was like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

Blood-colored palm prints surged out from the blood mist around Ye Xiuwen, making the fat ghost frightened.

"How could this happen? Why did this happen? Isn't he just a level of energy level?

Damn, what kind of martial arts is this? Why is it so similar to the blood Shura body of the blood Shura?"..

The fat ghost was puzzled and was beaten so hard that he screamed. At the same time, Yue'er, Black Panther, and Hou San and others who called for someone to come were all stunned.

No one knew how the fifth master had been out for a week and hadn't seen him, so how could he become so fierce?

But they didn't know that Ye Xiuwen had never been idle these days. He not only used this week to crack the blood Shura body of the blood Shura, but also devoured the "blood pill" and broke through to the realm of the first level of the vitality.

Because of the Blood Shura battle, Ye Xiuwen was furious. He was suppressed everywhere because he was not strong enough.

If you want to become a superior person, you must gain stronger combat power. So in the past few days, Ye Xiuwen has not had much rest, practiced and made breakthroughs, and he has arranged his time full.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, I used all the results of my cultivation these days.

Ye Xiuwen slapped the fat ghost back with a bloody palm, and stabbed the fat ghost in the belly with a sword.

The sharp sword stabbed over, but for some reason, the fat ghost's stomach was sunken, but it could not be pierced at all.

"Tsk tsk, Ye Xiuwen? You did make me look at you with admiration, but even if you are holding a tungsten steel sword, you are definitely not my opponent. Because I am invincible in my body, even the blood Shura will make me three points!"

The fat ghost smiled proudly, and at this moment, Ye Xiuwen slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a grim smile: "Is that true?"

"Bang!..."

Ye Xiuwen suddenly slapped his palm and hit the fat ghost's belly.

This palm is crisp and pleasant, as if it does not have much strength.

The fat ghost was about to say: Are you tickling me? But at this moment, he suddenly shook his body and spurted out blood.

"Idiot, this is called the Bagua Four Elephant Palm, which specializes in breaking the domineering body. You die for me!"

Ye Xiuwen shouted fiercely, and with force on his left hand, the tungsten steel sword pierced the fat ghost's stomach as if it had pierced through thin paper.

The fat ghost was penetrated by the hall. His inner anger made him angry and he vented a palm to die with Ye Xiuwen.

But at this moment, Ye Xiuwen picked up the long sword, not only spreading the fat ghost's belly, but also picked this person away.

With a bang, the fat ghost's body flew over two black iron beasts and hit the seat in the front of the living room.

The seats were smashed and the walls were cracked, and the cracks were like dense spider webs.

But at this time, the fat ghost was not dead yet. He covered his stomach with one hand and pressed his body backward, as if he wanted to crush the back wall and escape.

"snort!"

Ye Xiuwen sneered and kicked one of the black iron beasts in a direction.

Ye Xiuwen pulled the mechanism, and more than a dozen tungsten steel feather arrows flew out, and in a moment they penetrated the fat ghost's body.

The fat ghost's body was nailed, and the pain made his expression distorted. At this moment, Ye Xiuwen's flying sword and sharp blade penetrated the fat ghost's throat directly.

The fat ghost died in a very miserable way, but he didn't even leave a harsh word, so he stared at him and died.

"Hou San? Take the people and clean up."

After Ye Xiuwen said that, he pulled the steel wire behind the tungsten steel sword out, and the sword flew back without even a drop of blood. Ye Xiuwen returned it to sheath.

At this time, Hou San woke up slowly and gave a thumbs up and said, "Fifth Master, you are so good at kung fu!"

"Haha, you want to learn, the fifth master teaches you!" Ye Xiuwen said with a smile.

"How could I do it? I haven't learned the fists and feet that Black Panther taught me yet!" Hou San said with a smile, then ordered people to clean the battlefield, carry the body away and buried it, and wipe the floor with clean water.

At this time, Black Panther and Yue'er came closer. The Black Panther smiled foolishly: "Fifth Master? You are going to come back a little later. My life will be explained here, hehe!..."

"Okay, the celebration banquet will be held tonight, and I will suppress you from being shocked. How about it?" Ye Xiuwen asked with a smile. The black panther stroked his stomach and smiled foolishly: "Fifth Master, that stinky girl is not here, let me and my brothers be happy, how about you?"

"It's up to you! The brothers have worked very hard recently. There are also those dead brothers who find their family members, and each of them has a settlement fee of 200 taels." Ye Xiuwen said again.

"Yes, the fifth master!" Black Panther took the order and left with a smile. At this time, only Yue'er and Ye Xiuwen were left.

Yue'er said nothing, but just gently tidied up Ye Xiuwen's clothes.

Ye Xiuwen gently hugged Yue'er's willow waist, but she did not refuse, but actually obediently lay on Ye Xiuwen's chest...
Chapter completed!