: The Zhao family is destroyed

"It's not certain whether we die!"

Zhao Jiacheng reached into his arms, took out a pistol, pointed at Tian Ye and said viciously.

Tian Ye is powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, can he get over bullets?

Zhao Jiacheng pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet popped out of the borehole and flew towards the field that was close to him.

"snort!"

Tian Ye snorted disdainfully, and suddenly swung the King's Blade in his hand and quickly slashed towards the flying bullet.

"Bang!"

An explosion sounded, and the moment the bullet came in contact with the sword edge, it exploded directly, making a sound of ears.

"this……"

Zhao Jiacheng was stunned.

However, after a little stunned, he kept pulling the trigger with his hand holding the pistol.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

A series of bullets flew towards the fields.

"Hmph! Boy! I don't believe that you can even cut all of them with so many bullets!"

Zhao Jiacheng gritted his teeth and his voice was sinister.

Although I have not learned to shoot in a systematic way, with so many bullets hitting a person at the same time, no matter how fast his sword is, it is impossible for him to cut all of them, right?

Now, even if he can't kill him, he will definitely be able to make several blood holes in his body.

Zhao Jiacheng felt a sense of revenge.

However, before he could think too much, a cold breath came to him.

By the time he realized it, the King's Blade in Tian Ye's hand had already slashed his head.

Zhao Jiacheng's head was cut open from the middle, and his body fell straight backwards. His white brain was like a tofu, gradually spreading everywhere.

The scene was shocking. Even Zhao Jiashun, who had been living in the underground world for most of his life, felt a churn in his stomach after seeing this scene. With a "wow", he vomited out all the wine he had just drunk.

"Little macaque, you actually killed my nephew in front of me. I'm so brave!"

Zhao Xueliang was trembling all over and was extremely angry.

"I've killed all the time, so I'm sure I'm very brave." Tian Ye pointed at Zhao Jiashun and Zhao Xueliang and said, "Soon, your uncle and nephew will go with them too!"

"Second uncle, save...save me...I don't want to die..."

Zhao Jiashun regretted it. If he had known that Tian Ye had such a high level of cultivation and was so cruel and ruthless, even if he had lent him a hundred courage, he would not have dared to provoke this evil star.

"Hmph! He has killed our Zhao family, and I will not let him touch you again!" Zhao Xueliang said coldly, "I was careless just now and hurt Jiacheng and Long'er. Now I want to let him know what is there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond human beings!"

After Zhao Xueliang finished speaking, he stood up and attacked the field like a fast-traveling fish fry.

Cultivation: 12.

Physical strength: 12o.

Attack: 12oo.

Charm:1o.

Tian Ye narrowed his eyes, and Zhao Xueliang's attribute panel appeared in his mind.

"Haha... No wonder I feel so self-righteous. It turns out that I am a cultivator of the sixth level of Qi Condensation."

Tian Ye sneered.

Although Tian Ye only has the cultivation level of a fifth-level practitioner of Qi Condensation, he is not afraid at all.

Not to mention a cultivator of the sixth level of Qi Condensation, even in the foundation-building stage, he has the confidence to fight with him!

"Look at the sword!"

Tian Ye shouted loudly.

Under the nourishment of the glorious true energy, the King's Blade was like a golden dragon that had just woken up, dissipating a arrogant and domineering momentum, and slashed at the palm that Zhao Xueliang slapped.

Zhao Xueliang only felt an extremely huge pressure coming towards him, and an unprecedented sense of fear began to spread from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Zhao Xueliang had no longer had the confidence he had just now, and his soul and body were trembling violently.

Faced with this powerful aura, Zhao Xueliang felt like an ant, as if he could be crushed to death by the other party at any time.

As a cultivator with the sixth level of Qi Condensation, when facing opponents with a level one level lower than themselves, you should completely crush your opponent in terms of momentum.

But at this time, Zhao Xueliang's eyes were empty, his pupils shrank, his whole body was trembling, and his palms were stretched out subconsciously.

Not to mention letting him attack Tian Ye, now he only felt that his chest was gambled by something and even breathing was difficult.

Zhao Xueliang was scared!

Really scared!

More importantly, he was scared by an opponent who was one level lower than himself!

He regretted it very much and was very upset.

If it weren't for Zhao Jiacheng and the others who provoked such a hateful opponent, he wouldn't have encountered such a scene.

However, there is no regret medicine in this world.

Even if there is one, Zhao Xueliang will never have the chance to buy it again!

"Sa!"

The King's Blade slashed down with his head, directly splitting Zhao Xueliang's head.

Half of his head fell to the ground, blood spurted, and brain matter was overflowing.

A master of the sixth grade of Qi Condensation was killed by an opponent who was one level lower than him.

Until his death, Zhao Xueliang couldn't understand why he was obviously one level higher than him, but he couldn't even avoid his sword.

"thump!"

Zhao Xueliang, who had half a head missing, fell to the ground.

The only remaining eye was wide open, looking like a desperate attempt.

Stupid!

Zhao Jiashun, who was beside him, was completely frightened.

His mouth was wide open, his sweat broke out, his eyes were empty, his face was pale, and his whole body was trembling.

"How do you want to die?"

Tian Ye's eyes were cold and without any color.

In his eyes, the person in front of him was no different from the corpse of Yiji.

"I...I don't want to die..."

Zhao Jiashun's legs became weak and he collapsed directly on the ground. A warm current flowed out between his legs.

A smell came towards the fields.

"Courage! It's so fucking unsuccessful, I'm peeing!"

Tian Ye covered his nose with disgust on his face.

"No...don't kill me...I don't want to die..."

Zhao Jiashun's voice was trembling.

He knew that as long as Tian Ye waved the sword in his hand, he would die.

"The moment you kidnapped Zhou Yatong, you were destined to die!"

Tian Ye's voice was cold, as if he was a judge reading the trial, announcing Zhao Jiashun's death sentence.

After saying that, Tian Ye raised the King's Blade in his hand and stabbed Zhao Jiashun's heart.

Compared with the previous ways of dying, Zhao Jiashun's way of dying is considered the most normal one.

The Zhao family was destroyed, Tian Ye took back the King's Blade and then walked towards Zhou Yatong unconscious.

Zhou Yatong was kidnapped for a short time, and there was nothing serious about it except being frightened.

Tian Ye put Zhou Yatong back into the car, then took out the corpse-dissolving potion that Bian Que gave him last time and sprinkled it on the four bodies.

"Squee...sque...sque...sque...sque..."

Every drop of corpse-dissolving potion will be accompanied by a sound, and a stream of white smoke will rise.

The strong corrosiveness corrodes their clothes and guns completely without leaving any trace.

"There shouldn't be any evidence left now, right?"
To be continued...