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Chapter Eight hundred and forty-three Dao Qi vertical and horizontal!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff...

The black sphere exploded, and the sword energy came in an instant, which was extremely terrifying.

The warriors from the Hall of Hell had no chance to block the flying sword wave, just because the black sphere exploded, the speed was too fast.

"ah!"

"Ah! Ah!..."

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The disciples of the King of Hell were killed one after another, screamed and flew backwards. Some of the disciples even disintegrated in the air, and the whole scene was extremely terrifying.

"ah?"

But seeing this scene, not only the warriors in the forest were shocked, but even the many masters of the King of Hell Palace were full of shock. Because of this kind of kung fu, they had never seen anything they had ever seen.

"What kind of weird move are you?"

The master of the King of Hell Palace, led, asked.

"Wuji without roots, known as Wuji, is born from Wuji, destroyed from Wuji, and left from Wuji, hehe!"

Ye Xiuwen laughed dryly, jumped off the tree, and walked straight to the disciples of the King of Hell Palace.

All the masters of the King of Hell Palace were stunned, especially the two masters in the Lingyuan Realm.

The young man in front of him was only at the sixth level of Qihai Realm. And a warrior at such a realm can be said to be a lot of people who can kill him.

But at this moment, the young man came and pressed towards them like a mountain.

"Damn, who is this young man?" The master of the King of Hell Palace in his head said angrily, but the fear in his heart still made him warn: "Boy, I don't care who you are, but if you offend our King of Hell Palace, who will chase you until death even at the ends of the world?"

"Hmph! There are so many people who want to kill me. Which onion is your King of Hell?" Ye Xiuwen sneered, clearly not taking the King of Hell seriously.

The master of the King of Hell Palace was furious and finally wanted to take action.

But at this moment he had not drawn his sword, but Ye Xiuwen's sword had arrived...

"ah!"

The master of the King of Hell was shocked, but he was a master after all. At that critical moment, the knife from his waist pulled out to block the coming cold light.

bite!

A cold light flashed, and the long sword broke with a jingle. The master of the King of Hell Palace was stunned again and burst out the energy around him to resist.

With a puff, his right arm was cut off, but he barely avoided Ye Xiuwen's slash.

"Hao? Got it?"

Ye Xiuwen said something strangely. But at this moment, he burst into anger at the master of the King of Hell Palace.

"Strike a sneak attack? What kind of good man are you?" The master of the King of Hell Palace covered his broken arm and accused him.

"What did you say? I'm still a child,..."

Qianye said very naively, and the master of the King of Hell was so angry that he vomited blood and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"What?"

At this time, the master of the King of Hell whose arm was cut off by Ye Xiuwen was shocked.

Because obviously, being angry alone is not enough to make him vomit blood. He was poisoned. But he didn't know when he was poisoned.

"Ah? Your arm?"

At this moment, another master from the Hall of Hell was shocked. It turned out that just when the master of his arm was cut off, his half-broken arm fell off like mud, and he was holding his left hand.

"Ah? My hands?"

At the same time, the left hand of the broken-arm master also began to ulcerate because it touched the wound on his right arm. The poisonous one was like a gangrene attached to the bone. As long as it was touched, it would corrode quickly.

"You? You? You actually harsh poison on the sword, you are a despicable villain." The master of the King of Hell Palace with broken arms rebuked angrily.

"Yes, I wasn't that big at first, hum!"

Ye Xiuwen laughed evilly again, and at this time it was not just the masters of the King of Hell Palace who were frightened, and the martial arts masters hiding in the forest were cursing. He thought to himself: Who is this kid? He is even more powerful than the Demon Sect? Not only did he attack, but he also used a poison-tempered sword, and he had to be justified. This was simply too much.

But it is also such people that make them feel scared. Why is no one willing to provoke the Demon Cult? It is because the Demon Cult can do everything and is not subject to morality and ethics.

Therefore, the people in the martial arts world of various sects want to kill the Demon Cult, and are also afraid of the Demon Cult forces.

But at this time, Ye Xiuwen was undoubtedly even more powerful than the Demon Sect. Even the Demon Sect began to be ashamed of his doing, let alone them.

"This person is not easy to mess with. It seems that we have been in vain for this trip today."

"Yes, even the Demon Cult is not ashamed of what he does. It's really outrageous. Look, this person is not a righteous person?"

"That's right. Look at that woman, she is born like a person in her transformation, so how can she be a good person?"

"Treasure, this must be a witch? Look at her, but when you see the boy's murderous expression, it seems as if it had been expected."

"Yes, my heart is like a snake and a scorpion, and I am talking about this kind of woman."

"But there are still many people from the Demon Cult, and they should still have the power to fight."

"Hmph, it's better if they both lose and lose all their lives."

"Yes! Then we have a chance."

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The martial arts people sneered, hoping that Ye Xiuwen and the people in the Demon Sect would all die.

However, at this moment, the people from the Hall of Hell took action.

The master of the Spirit Yuan Realm with a broken arm knew that he would die, but he rushed back directly to die with Ye Xiuwen.

But at this moment, the moment the Lingyuan Realm master with broken arms rushed over. Ye Xiuwen returned to the sheath of the long sword, and took out a lamp from the bag after beating the man.

This lamp is so beautiful, just like a seven-colored lotus.

The lamp was held in Ye Xiuwen's hand, and the seven-colored light covered a hundred feet in a circle.

At the beginning, everyone was still puzzled what the lamp was, but when the seven-colored lotus lanterns shot out the speed of light, they were stunned.

A ray of light passed, and the Lingyuan Realm master with a broken arm was directly blown to pieces. The disciples of the Hall of Hell who besieged Ye Xiuwen were also hit by the speed of light.

The speed of light penetrated the body, and countless dead people were dead. In front of these beams of light, the warriors in the Qihai Realm were like cabbages on the roadside.

Killing more than thirty masters of Qihai Realm and Yuanqi Realm only took several breaths.

Everyone present was shocked and looked around. The hundreds of martial arts masters in the forest thought to themselves: Just this number is not enough for people to get stuck in their teeth.

At the same time, the only remaining Lingyuan Realm master from the King of Hell Palace turned around and ran after slapping the speed of light that was coming from flying.

Ye Xiuwen put away the lotus lantern with his left hand, bowed slightly, and pointed his right hand into the air. Four black short swords were unsheathed. In the night, he looked like a ghost and went straight to the back of the escaped master of the King of Hell Palace.

The master of the King of Hell felt that the evil wind was not good behind him, so he quickly drew a sword and came with a tyrant carrying a sword...
Chapter completed!
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