"Ye Qingyang, I heard that you are a Huaxia Master and can be considered a clergyman. Just in time, let me see how capable your Huaxia Master is!"
As he spoke, Father Tai Lun waved to the people behind him.
Those people rushed to Ye Qingyang like ghosts.
"Buzz buzz!"
The wind and thunder roll.
Those members of the Shadow Killer Group all attacked Ye Qingyang with such force that the entire dungeon was shaken to the point of collapse.
"Do you want to see what I'm capable of? Okay!" Ye Qingyang knocked back his opponent with one punch, then pulled away and rushed out of the dungeon: "You can't use it here, so come out if you can!"
Several people chased Ye Qingyang out of the dungeon.
Ye Xuan was also helped out of the dungeon by Mr. Hu.
"Brother, come on!"
Ye Xuan was cheering for Ye Qingyang along the way.
"Hey, little girl, you are so seriously injured, why don't you stop trying to get angry?" Mr. Hu said to Ye Xuan.
"I can't help my brother. I can only work harder. I can't give up all my strength!" Ye Xuan's face was extremely serious.
"Uh!" Mr. Hu rolled his eyes: "I don't think you are seriously injured!"
The two of them were talking and watching from the sidelines.
"Boom boom boom!"
Although the members of the Shadow Killer Group are all foreigners, they have also cultivated their inner strength. Every strength is above the peak of inner strength and is close to the early transformation masters.
The combined strength of these people is quite terrifying.
Ye Qingyang cursed in his heart: "It seems that Team X really made great efforts to ambush me!"
However, facing these people, Ye Qingyang did not fall behind at all. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous, and slowly turned from defense to offense.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that they could do nothing to Ye Qingyang, the members of the Shadow Killer Group immediately took out their killer weapons, which were fighter swords infected with poison.
This is a sword used by Western fencing fighters. It has a long blade and a sharp tip.
In fact, these people are all masters with swords, and they cannot display their full strength with bare hands.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
For a moment, there was a flash of cold light.
These people attacked at the same time, the sword blades were like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, and the attack was extremely fierce.
On the other hand, Ye Qingyang was able to navigate with ease in this cold light.
Moreover, every time he takes the time to counterattack, he can hit an enemy.
"Bang bang bang!"
A few minutes later, all the members of the Shadow Killer Group were shot away by Ye Qingyang, and all of them were seriously injured.
"Sure enough, there is some strength!"
Father Tyron, who was watching the battle, gritted his teeth and said.
"Stop just watching, it's your turn!"
Ye Qingyang said, tapping his toes on the ground, and rushed towards Father Tai Lun.
"You really overestimate your capabilities!"
Tai Lun shouted and waved his hand suddenly.
"Whoosh!"
A huge death scythe rose into the air from behind Father Tai Lun, and struck Ye Qingyang head-on with thunderous force.
Ye Qingyang stepped back to one side.
boom!
The huge death sickle penetrated deeply into the ground, causing earth and rocks to fly away.
Tai Lun stepped forward, picked up the Death Scythe, and put it on his shoulder.
His face was covered by a wide one-piece hat, and he seemed like a god of death in the shadows, full of a terrifying and mysterious aura.
Ten meters behind him, there was another giant weapon, a huge metal cross.
The last time he suppressed evil spirits, he used sacred books and crosses.
Because at that time, he was a superior priest!
This time he killed someone with a death scythe.
Because at this moment, he is the god of death!
The Holy Light Church has always exorcised ghosts and killed people without delay!
"Ye Qingyang, let me meet you, the Huaxia Master!"
As he spoke, Tai Lun swung the huge death sickle and slashed at Ye Qingyang.
The death sickle shone with a cold light, like a sharp drop of blood. If you weren't careful, it would kill someone.
In an instant, the death sickle arrived in front of Ye Qingyang, and a strong wind swept over it, blowing up Ye Qingyang's clothes.
"Not bad, quite strong!"
Ye Qingyang did not dodge, but suddenly took a step forward, firmly grasped the handle of the death scythe, and looked at Tai Lun.
"You are really arrogant!"
A strange sneer appeared at the corner of Tai Lun's mouth, and he suddenly recited a spell.
"Whoosh!"
The entire Death Scythe glowed with a faint blue light, and the light turned into rays of light, flowing on the surface of the scythe, forming strange characters.
Ye Qingyang felt that this death sickle was filled with extremely evil energy at this moment.
This evil force, following Ye Qingyang's hand, was about to devour Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang hurriedly withdrew his hand, stepped aside and shouted coldly: "Wearing the clothes of a priest, but doing the devil's work, you have a big problem with your character!"
Mr. Hu shouted at the side: "Master Ye Tian, he is not a good guy, get rid of him! Get rid of him quickly!"
Ye Qingyang said: "You are so dishonest, can you just watch? Ye Zi is so injured, and you still know how to cheer for me, but you don't know how to come up and help?"
"Alas! This is a duel between Western priests and Eastern heavenly masters. It's inconvenient for me to interfere! You represent the honor of the East. Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"
After Mr. Hu finished speaking, he calmly sat down on the stone bench beside him and said to Xuan Ye: "I bet 50, the brat will win! What about you?"
"Of course I bet on my brother to win!" Xuan Ye bit her lip and said nervously.
"That's not right! If the brat wins, who's money will the two of us win?"
"I don't care, I'm betting on my brother to win anyway!"
"Tch, it's boring! I won't play anymore!"
...
At this time, Father Tai Lun could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
He waved his huge sickle and shouted angrily at Ye Qingyang:
"Go to hell!"
"Woo!"
The sickle tore through the air and came towards Ye Qingyang with a sound of howling ghosts and wolves, as if the god of death was chasing after his life.
"Is this your ability?" Ye Qingyang smiled faintly.
He stepped forward to face the sickle and punched it suddenly.
This punch, with the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, the true energy of the fist formed the shape of a dragon and hit the sickle.
"boom!"
A devastating explosion.
I saw Tai Lun being knocked away directly by this punch.
Click!
The Death Scythe was also broken into several pieces and scattered in all directions.
Tai Lun's body hit the cross standing ten meters behind him.
Ye Qingyang didn't give him a chance to react, he stepped forward and punched him again.
"Bang!"
Ye Qingyang punched Tai Lun hard into the cross.
"puff!"
Tai Lun spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was stuck in the cross, and he fell unconscious.
When the other people in Venice Villa saw this, they dispersed and disappeared without a trace.
"It seems that Mr.
"Ye Qingyang, you are really young and energetic!"
At this time, an old voice pierced the night sky, as if coming from the horizon.
"Since they can't kill you, let me do it for you!"
The sound came from far to near.
Ye Qingyang frowned and looked around.
Anyone who can use such a mysterious sound transmission technique is definitely not a kind person.
For the first time, a wary look appeared on his face.
However, Mr. Hu on the side suddenly looked serious: "It's him, he's here!"