Although the dead were trained, at this time, they trembled, and they could not help but have a fear.

Because Ye Siyu's sword is too fast and too cruel!

This is a stubble!

As soon as the dark and cold eyes of the night looked at them, the dead man in the front felt that the whole body seemed to have chills sweeping the whole body, and his footsteps stepped back.

Take a step back, it means that it has lost.

The night is like a ghost charm, and there is no trace of the figure.

The dead in front had not yet resisted, and was cut off the skull.

With less than half a cup of tea, more than ten dead men died!

The formation of the dead was messy.

Ye Sihuan's hand shake slightly, and the blood on the blade dumped most of them.

There was a touch of impatience on his handsome face, "Is it so fearful to be a dead man?"

It's not too early, he should have dinner with Ali at the palace at this moment.

And he was transferred to the place where the bird did not shit, and it took some effort to go back. He didn't want to waste time here.

There were a good dead man who was finally angry and rushed up together.

A few times, Night Sihuan easily took their lives again.

He stepped forward, stepped on the sand, and said, "Yes, it should be so."

The dead men's throats were tight, and they just wanted to speak to let the Night Si Yi not go forward again.

The sun has completely come down.

The sky seemed to splash ink, and a round of bright moon hung on it, scattered the light.

Ye Sihuan is obviously stained with blood, but it can be splashed on him with cold moonlight.

But this god is so killing.

Every time I take a step, the dead will take a step back.

After all, Ye Sihuan was annoyed. They didn't dare to come, so he took the initiative.

Picking over, the sword used in his hands to use it freely, and the cold light passed, and it was a person who fell to the ground.

The night wind between the mountains is cold.

At this moment, there are only less than twenty dead.

They obviously fought with all their strength, but no one could have a trick under the hands of the Night Si, and he seemed to have endless internal strength and strength, and he didn't see a little tired.

The dead have arrived.

"Use Ning Gongdan!" Suddenly, a dead man shouted.

But the rest of the dead hesitated.

This Ninggong Dan can increase his internal force ten times in the instant, but in this way, the heart and internal force will be exhausted. Even if they can defeat the Night Sini, they will be dead.

Ye Si frowned slightly, but did not expect that they had the killing trick of Ning Gongdan.

Although he was not tired, if more than a dozen people took all the medicine, he forced his potential, and he was afraid it would be difficult to deal with it.

In order not to increase difficulties, the eyes of the night of the night turning darker, the figure flew, and one more can be killed.

Those dead were still hesitating, but saw that Ye Sihuan was so fierce. They knew that even if they were not serving the elixir, they could only die here.

It can be taken, and the task may be completed!

The last eight people, quickly took out the elixir and swallowed.

In an instant, the figure of the eight people seemed a little tall, and the breath changed.

Ye Si squinted his eyes slightly, his wrist turned, and the sword body reflected the round and half a month, and he opened his lips lightly: "Come, right."

The internal force of the eight people has been greatly improved. At the moment, whether it is light work or move, it is more powerful than just now.

Attacking in Qi, Night Si Yi dodged, counterattacking.

The sword gas is still very powerful, but eight dead men can already pick up his sword tricks!

Swords flashed, blood splattered.

After a cup of tea, Ye Siheng found the flaw and dealt with the two dead soldiers, but he already felt a little tired.

His arm was also scratched, blood stained his sleeves, slowly flowing down, and the back and palms of his hands were a bloody red.

The remaining six dead soldiers were also surprised.

Their skills had obviously increased tenfold, but Ye Siheng was not only able to resist, but also killed two of them.

One can imagine how high Ye Siheng's martial arts skills are.

What kind of monster is he?!

"We can't deal with it anymore, we only have a little time left!" said a dead soldier.

"Who doesn't know!" Another dead soldier gritted his teeth. If they could kill Ye Siheng, they would have killed him long ago!

"Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

The six men attacked again with weapons in hand.

Yesi Heng's face was cold, his hands were a little slippery because they were stained with blood, and within two moves, the sword was hacked away.

The six people were extremely excited, and their eyes were filled with a deeper murderous intent.

Yesi Heng has no weapons, this is the best opportunity!

Kill him!

The six people shouted in their hearts, with only this thought.

Six rays of cold light were approaching from all directions, making it impossible for Ye Siheng to escape.

A sharp look flashed in Ye Siheng's eyes, and he used his hands to perform martial arts. The powerful internal force spread from his dantian to the outside, creating a strong wind.

The sleeves and robe are also tumbling violently!

The weapons of the six people were suppressed by his internal force, making it difficult for them to move even half an inch.

Their faces couldn't hide their surprise. After fighting with them to this extent, Ye Siheng actually had such inner strength!

The moonlight was obscured by clouds and mist, only revealing its faint outline.

The world fell into darkness.

At this moment, Ye Siheng no longer looked like a god, but instead looked like a Rakshasa from hell.

The movement of both hands is reversed.

Clang!!!

Six times in a row!

All the swords are broken!

The six people were also shaken back by the powerful internal force and fell several meters away. Although the effect of the elixir had not yet expired, their heart veins had been shattered and they were vomiting blood.

However, Ye Siheng still wanted to go towards one of them.

The damage to the heart of that man was not too serious. The other five were either dying or had expired, but he was the only one who could still move.

The night was dark, and he couldn't see Ye Siheng's face clearly. He could only hear the footsteps, which made him feel creepy.

He tried his best to move back while grabbing the weeds and gravel on the ground, chanting: "Don't... don't come over, don't come over."

Just let him die peacefully.

Ye Siheng kicked a sword casually and reached the dead soldier's side: "Where's the horse?"

"Ah?" The dead man was stunned.

"How else did you get here?" Ye Siheng was extremely impatient.

"We didn't come here on horseback."

Yesi Heng stabbed directly with his sword, and specifically picked the most painful place, "This place should be quite far from Kyoto. If you don't ride a horse, is it possible that you are walking?"

The dead man screamed and replied, "No, it was the Taoist priest who drew a huge talisman array and sent us over in batches."

"Then where is this place? Which way to go back to Kyoto?" Ye Siheng stabbed him again.

The dead soldier had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and sobbed: "I don't know either... We were all gathered to carry out the mission, and we didn't even ask any questions."

Ye Siheng was even more displeased: "I didn't know the answer to the question. If I had known, I would have taken your life."

Only then did the dead man realize that it was Yesi Heng who had deliberately left his hand behind.

Why is he so miserable?!

What's even worse, Ye Sihuan turned directly and didn't care about himself.

The deceased stared at him with wide eyes: "You are ... but kill me and go again."

Be a good person, please!
Chapter completed!