"Hope? Haha, it's just an extravagant hope!"

Qingkui laughed and stopped there.

The bronze mask on his face, called the Bronze Tiger Head, is a real powerful weapon. It is said that it was a mask worn by a certain general during a battlefield expedition. It contains a powerful ferocious and bloody aura. Once

If used, a wisp of the general's remnant soul will be summoned for his use, with powerful strength.

The most powerful sword is no less powerful than the attack of a strong person in the late stage of Refining Gang, and its power is infinite.

This is also true. Ye Qing in front of him, under the siege of the sword light in the sky, his space for movement is getting smaller and smaller, his speed is getting slower and slower, and his face is getting paler.

"Die!"

Qingkui's eyes were fierce and he sneered. He no longer cared about capturing Ye Qing alive. What he wanted was Ye Qing's life.

When the time comes, he will turn Tieyi Gang upside down and he won't believe that he can't find the painting.

However, Qingkui didn't realize that the space for Ye Qing to dodge was indeed getting smaller and smaller, but the distance to him was getting closer and closer.

When he was within ten feet of Qingkui, Ye Qing pointed at Qingkui and pressed it in the air.

It seemed like a child's playful behavior, but Qingkui felt a chill in her heart, and she was inexplicably palpitating.

The next moment, the blood in his body boiled uncontrollably, like an extra drop of water in a hot oil pan, surging and rushing, as if it was about to leave the body.

With his blood boiling, he felt dizzy and his energy was in chaos.

"How could this happen?" Qingkui pressed his chest with one hand, and through mental induction, he discovered that there were several threads of blood shadows as thin as gossamers in his body at some point.

If it hadn't happened at this time, he wouldn't have noticed anything strange at all.

It was those blood shadows that affected the Qi and blood in his body.

"When?" Qingkui was confused, trying to gather her true energy to expel the blood shadows in her body, but the blood shadows were like maggots in the tarsal bones and were difficult to expel.

Suddenly, Qingkui felt a pain in her neck, and a thin blood streak appeared out of thin air.

Qingkui focused his eyes and looked around, only to see looming blood shadows, weaving in and out around him.

"This is... the magical power of blood shadow?" Qingkui widened his eyes and said in shock: "How do you know the magical power of blood shadow in the Blood Shadow Palace? Are you a disciple of the Blood Shadow Palace?"

"No, no, this is not the blood shadow magical power. The blood shadow magical power cannot affect my blood!"

"Who are you exactly?"

While he was talking, several more wounds appeared on Qingkui's body. The wounds were small and could not kill him, but he had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

"Haha, you came to kill me, don't you know who I am?" Ye Qing's figure was erratic in the air, but because the blood shadow magical power affected Qing Kui's Qi movement, the sword light in the air also weakened a lot.

But that's not enough!

Those blood shadows were naturally the ones he took the opportunity to break into Qingkui's body during his previous fight with Qingkui. But Qingkui was in the Gang Refining realm after all, and his Gang Qi was powerful. He wanted to control those blood shadows and affect Qingkui's energy and blood.

You must be within 10 feet of the other party.

As for wanting to kill the opponent directly with those blood shadows, I'm sorry, but that's not enough.

If it's not enough, then continue to strike while the iron is hot.

"Whizzing"

Taking advantage of the gap between Qingkui's inability to control the energy and blood in his body, blood shadows flew around, bringing up wisps of blood flowers on his body.

"I don't care who you are, but you want to kill me, Qingkui, for dreaming with these cheap tricks!" Qingkui roared, forcibly condensing the Gangqi in his Dantian, shaking the Qi and blood, and directly draining the few strands of blood in his body.

The shadow shattered.

"Haha, my friend is late!"

But at this moment, Ye Qing's voice suddenly sounded.

Along with the sound, countless blood spurted out from the wounds on Qingkui's body, like a water pipe with a valve opened.

Gorgeous, like fireworks.

As the blood flowed away, Qingkui was like a water bag with countless holes, shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and turned into a skinny skull in the blink of an eye.

Quick, quick, almost there, Qingkui didn't even react.

In fact, this is also Ye Qing's plan. Although his blood shadow magical power can absorb and affect the blood of others, if the human body is compared to a water bag, people with low realms are like water bags of poor quality, containing less water.

If he cuts a hole, he can absorb all the water at once; but for a person with a high level of knowledge and a good quality water bag, which contains a lot of water, if he cuts a hole, he may not be able to absorb all the water in it at once.

If one opening doesn't work, then use two. If two openings don't work, then use a few more.

By then, several of the holes will burst open, and you will not die if the water bag is not empty!

I will suck you to death.

"Tata...junior brother, save me!"

But even so, Qingkui was not dead yet. With a roar, he turned around and ran away from the courtyard. Of course, as Qingkui was seriously injured, the shadow of the general behind him naturally could not be maintained and disappeared.

The sword light filled the sky and shattered suddenly.

"Life is so tough!" Ye Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Qingkui. With a flash of sword light, a head rose into the sky.

There was no blood, no tears, just a head that refused to rest in silence, soaring into the sky.

"So ugly..." A black shadow appeared quietly on the roof, but as soon as he arrived, he saw a head flying up.

The head has sunken cheeks and bulging eyes, just like a skull covered with a layer of human skin. It looks really ugly!

But immediately, Heiying seemed to realize something: "This is... Qingkui?!"

"Well, it's still ugly."

The dark shadow that appeared was naturally Xiaoyang.

"Tsk, tsk, this person is not simple, he can actually kill Qingkui!" Xiaoyang looked at Ye Qing in the courtyard, his eyes flickering, and he seemed to be saying to himself: "Although, my senior brother is arrogant.

A little too cute, a little cruel, a little annoying, um, a little ugly too. Besides, that painting is better viewed by one person than by two people, so to be honest, if you don’t kill him, I will.

Kill him."

"But, after all, he is from Sunset Mountain, and he is fighting with my senior brother. As the saying goes, those who have cultivated for a hundred years can cross the same boat, and those who have cultivated for a thousand years can sleep together. No, no, uh..."

Xiaoyang thought for a while, but still couldn't think of any suitable sentences, and said sadly: "Anyway, it is like this...such and such...I must avenge this revenge."

After muttering nonchalantly, Xiaoyang was just about to take action when he saw Ye Qing in the courtyard. He stretched out his hand and the blood in the sky seemed to be drawn, gathering from all directions in his palm, turning into a blood bead, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Following the entrance of the blood beads, Ye Qing's originally sluggish aura instantly surged upwards, becoming as powerful as a bull fight.

"..."

Sorry to bother you!

His prerequisite for killing Ye Qing was to take advantage of the situation and make a surprise attack. As for confronting him head-on, sorry, he was not interested.

Have you ever seen someone who can even kill Qingkui? Who is Qingkui? He is a famous genius disciple of Sunset Mountain with great strength.

Of course, not as good as him.

But even so, it is not something that ordinary people can deal with. Even he is very afraid of Qingkui. If he wants to kill him, it will take a lot of effort. The best result is that both sides will lose!

But the young man in front of him seemed to kill Qingkui easily. Even Qingkui used the bronze tiger head, but he failed to pose any threat to the opponent.

Isn't it okay if you don't have to wait for someone to blink?

The opponent can even kill Qingkui, so his strength is definitely not inferior to Qingkui's, and his methods are weird. Just look at Qingkui's death!

He didn't want to accidentally end up like Qingkui, not only dead but also having his blood sucked out of his body and becoming ugly.

I can’t even die well, it makes me upset just thinking about it!

Forget it, anyway, the other party is acting openly and secretly. You can avenge yourself slowly and take things slowly, so why be anxious?

It’s better to go first!

Just as he was about to leave, Xiaoyang turned around and his figure slowly disappeared like mist.

"Gang Leader, Gang Leader, are you okay?" At this time, Tao Xian, Jie Hui and others broke in. Seeing Ye Qing, he said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little thief, nothing to worry about!" Ye Qing waved his hand and said calmly.

Tao Xian and Jie Ai looked at the yard with collapsed walls and a mess, feeling the terrifying aura permeating the air, and looked at each other speechlessly.

They've become like this, and they're still called little thieves. If they were little thieves, they might as well die!

"The gang leader is mighty!" Tao Xian looked at the "little thief" who died in a strange way on the ground and flattered him sincerely.

"The gang leader is mighty!"

Everyone knelt down on one knee and said in unison.

"Well, okay, it's okay. Let's go down first!" Ye Qing waved his hand and asked people to leave: "Tao Xian, you stay!"

After everyone exited, Tao Xian cupped his hands and asked, "What are your orders, leader?"

Ye Qing said: "Go and check, who is this person? Where does he live? With..."

But just in the middle of speaking, Ye Qing realized that the person on the ground had been drained of blood by him and had long since turned into a skeleton, unrecognizable. How could he check?

"Forget it, let's find someone to tidy up this place tomorrow!"

"yes!"

Tao Xian cupped his hands and retreated.

After Tao Xian left, Ye Qing searched Qingkui's body but found nothing.

"Poor man, he doesn't even have mountains and rivers!" Ye Qing curled his lips, then looked at the bronze mask on Xiang Qingkui's head, and felt hot in his heart: "Fortunately, having this bronze mask is not a loss!"

Thinking of that ferocious and terrifying figure and the power of the sword that split the sky and shattered the earth, Ye Qing was frightened for a while, and at the same time, he was also a little excited.

This bronze mask must be an extremely powerful weapon, no less powerful than his Blue Demon Hand, and even more so.

After putting away the bronze mask, Ye Qing stretched out his left hand, and ghostly fire surged out, burning Qingkui's body on the ground to ashes.

"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to soil, brother, although you want to kill me, I am a broad-minded person. I don't care about the faults of small people, so I won't let you die in the wilderness. But I don't have the time to bury it, so I will cremate it.

It’s just the right thing, it doesn’t occupy any space, and it doesn’t pollute the environment. How great it is to respond to the country’s call!”

Ye Qing sighed a few words and turned to leave.

After Ye Qing left, a figure suddenly appeared, staring at Ye Qing's back and touching his chin: "Tsk, tsk, I'm really not hurt. Alas, no chance!"

The figure that appeared, Hao Ran, was Xiaoyang!

"However, this boy has a lot of good things in his hands. Well, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine, so I'll leave it with you first. Sooner or later, I will get it back!"

There was a lingering sound, and Xiaoyang's figure disappeared again.

"Phew...finally left!"

At the entrance of Liuyuntang, the aura that felt like a thorn in his back disappeared from his mental perception, and Ye Qing just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem..."
Chapter completed!