"Don't worry, it's your turn soon!"

A cold murderous intent burst out in Ye Qing's eyes.

There was no mercy at all, and he took action directly and ruthlessly.

In the void, a true flame gun from Eight Desolates came with an unmatched aura.

All the elders of the Ghost King Sect were killed, except for the last elder in the ninth level of Zhenwu.

"Boy, my Ghost King Sect will definitely not let you go!"

The elder of the Ninth Level of Zhenwu Realm of the Ghost King Sect roared angrily, and a violent Yuan power fluctuation broke out in his body, killing him.

Now that things have happened, he knows that running away is useless.

It's better to fight to the death.

Before dying, you may be able to pull the leaves and green on your back.

However, the elders of the Ghost King Sect obviously overestimated their own strength.

Ye Qing, who broke through to the ninth level of Tianwu, had his combat power soared.

It's no longer the Ye Qing from Tianshan.

It’s really no trouble to kill the elders of the Ninth Level of Zhenwu!

"Boom!"

A chaotic sky thunder bombarded out, directly numbing the elders of the Ninth Level of Zhenwu.

A burnt smell was emitted all over his body.

The body was bombarded by thunder, and the vitality in the body was almost gone.

At the same time, Ye Qing's Eight Desolate Real Flame Spear penetrated his body.

The Ninth Level of Zhenwu Realm, Falling!

Ye Qing was like a god of killing, leaving no living mouth.

In fact, Ye Qing has not used all his strength yet.

The secret techniques of the dragon clan have not been used yet.

More than twenty powerful men fell, and Ye Qing's Shura Blood Sword completely swallowed up the essence and blood in their bodies.

Then, the Shura Blood Sword burst into strange blood lights.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the Shura Blood Sword was suspended in the air, with blood rays surging and the sword energy turbulent.
Chapter completed!