He suffered backlash and severe internal injuries, and most of his energy was shattered. His face was as white as paper, and the blood he vomited was extremely red.

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Qianchi retracted his hand, jumped off the high wall, landed steadily on the ground, looked up to the sky and laughed, "With just this little skill, you still dare to yell in front of me, I really don't know what Master saw in you in the first place, to teach him all his skills, and pass them all to you!"

Gnashing of teeth with jealousy and hatred.

He should have been the master's successor, but it was Ling Yixing who interfered and ruined his lifelong honor.

Ling Yixing calmed down and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and said calmly:

"You have evil intentions and use evil magic to harm others. How could Master entrust such a great responsibility to you?"

"Shut up!"

What Zhu Qianchi hated the most was that these people accused him with a "righteous" face.

"Whether it's evil or good, as long as it can achieve the goal, it can be used! Ling Yixing, who are you pretending to be extraordinary? I know best what you have done!"

Hahaha!

He flashed forward, approached Ling Yixing fiercely, and attacked directly.

Ling Yixing didn't know martial arts, and after blocking twice, he was thrown back several steps and almost fell to the ground.

Zhu Qianchi took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy aggressively.

When Ling Yixing wanted to make a hand gesture, he was interrupted by the approaching Zhu Qianchi, "Stop struggling! It's useless! Hahahaha, your power was already greatly reduced when you forcibly resurrected Ling Ye and changed his fate."

"You have gone against the will of heaven and done the opposite. Ling Yixing, your fate is over!"

"Prepare to die, hahahaha!"

The skinny hand, like a bird's claw, grabbed it fiercely.

As it was about to get close, a long sword pierced through and fiercely cut the "bird claw".

"hiss!"

Zhu Qianchi felt the pain, frowned, retreated three steps, looked at the cut on his palm, then looked at Qin Ye who was protecting Ling Yixing, licked the corner of his dry mouth, and said with a sinister smile:

"It seems that you two want to die together."

Qin Ye raised his hand, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed straight at Zhu Qianchi's forehead, "If we have to die, you should die first."

Anyone who dares to hurt her brother must die.

"Hahaha! You ignorant little girl, you are so arrogant!" Zhu Qianchi laughed loudly towards the sky, his pale and weird eyes staring at the two siblings as if they were two corpses.

"My puppets have taken control of the battlefield. Tonight, you all must die!"

He extended his index finger and pointed at the two zombies.

The two zombies turned stiffly, raised their weapons, and attacked the brother and sister stupidly and violently.

When Qin Ye was about to take action, Ling Yixing gently pressed her shoulders and looked at Zhu Qianchi, "You may not know what the real Ziwei Star is."

"Tonight, I'll let you see it for yourself!"

With a cold voice, he grabbed Qin Ye's hand, held her hand, and grasped the white sword blade.

Draw the sword!

The sharp blade cut her hand, and the flowing blood dyed the sword red. When the zombies approached, he held her hand, held the sword, and thrust it forward.

Phew!

The long sword pierced the zombie's abdomen.

The corpse shook violently, and the next second, it lost all its life and energy, its neck tilted, and it fell to the ground.

At the same time, Zhu Qianchi suffered some backlash and his face changed drastically:

"How is that possible!"

He had been practicing forbidden techniques for thirty years and had finally made some progress. How could he be restrained?

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that his blood could be used in this way, and it seemed to be very effective. He was originally tired from fighting, but now, he suddenly felt energized.

He drew his sword and stabbed with his backhand.

Plop!

Another living dead fell.