Seeing the Qin family members charging towards him, Ye Qiu's lips curled up. The ancient sword spun suddenly in his hand before abruptly leaving his grasp and striking towards the Qin family members.
hiss hiss hiss...
The ancient sword flashed through the crowd like a shooting star.
The rushing crowd immediately fell one after another, collapsing into the blood and spirit.
Those martial arts masters were utterly helpless against the ancient sword's attacks, completely powerless to resist, and were instantly killed in a single exchange.
Those who were lower than the Grand Martial Master level died in droves, like watermelons and cabbages.
When the ancient sword returned to Ye Qiu's hands, more than sixty people had already perished under its blade.
This scene left Hongying covering her mouth in disbelief.
After Ye Qiu gripped the ancient sword again, he personally charged into the crowd with the sword.
boom.
A terrifying sword aura suddenly erupted, like a silver ribbon sweeping across all directions.
"ah."
My legs.
"I don't want to die..."
"No..."
One scream after another echoed through the sky as Ye Qiu began to erupt.
Ye Qiu's expression was cold and ruthless; he transformed into a god of death, invincible in all directions.
In just two minutes, more than half of the more than 300 people present had died, but this was only the beginning.
"Girl, watch carefully, I'll teach you how to wield a sword."
Ye Qiu shouted at the dumbfounded Hong Ying.
Hongying stared blankly at Ye Qiu's figure, unable to utter a single word.
Ye Qiu's offensive style then completely changed.
The ancient sword in his hand seemed to possess sentience, perfectly blending with Ye Qiu's graceful movements, continuously reaping the lives of his enemies.
At this moment, the man and the sword are perfectly matched, like a sword immortal descending to earth, sweeping away all enemies.
laugh!
With a casual slash of his sword, Ye Qiu struck down a master-level figure from the Qin family, who collapsed without even a scream, lifeless.
"A devil, this is a devil."
"Brothers, run! Don't make any more pointless sacrifices for the Qin family."
"Walk."
In an instant, the small fish and shrimp below scattered and fled in panic.
Even the two surviving grandmasters wavered, their eyes filled with fear.
Ye Qiu ignored the small fry who escaped, but he did not let the two grandmasters go.
call out.
Ye Qiu's figure moved like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the two grandmasters.
The two masters tried to retaliate, but as soon as they raised their hands, their two heads flew high into the air, trailing a trail of blood, and landed more than ten meters away.
Thus, the three grandmasters and ten great martial artists were all killed.
As for the rest of the small fry, some died and some fled.
Only Qin Hong and his two sons remained in the Qin family. The three of them stood there, pale-faced and at a loss, not yet able to react.
"Who among you just tried to kill me?"
Ye Qiu, carrying his sword, walked towards Qin Hong and the other two.
Qin Hong and the other two suddenly realized what was happening.
"Ye Qiu, this...this is Zhongbei. You dare to kill like this? You're dead."
A young man, bracing himself, shouted and tried to threaten Ye Qiu.
"Noisy".
Ye Qiu swung his sword, and the sword energy, from a distance of ten meters, severed the young man's head.
"Zhong'er."
Qin Hong roared, his eyes turning red.
"Don't worry, there's another one, I can kill it for you too."
Ye Qiu looked at Qin Hong's other son.
The young man, who was being stared at by Ye Qiu, couldn't help but shiver and took a few steps back. An unprecedented sense of fear permeated his body and penetrated his soul.
Qin Hong was also terrified. He hurriedly stood in front of his only remaining son, his voice trembling, and said, "Ye...Ye Qiu, all the blame lies with me, it has nothing to do with my sons. They are still young, they were brought here by me, please don't kill him."
Why should I listen to you?
Ye Qiu exuded a murderous aura, his imposing presence intimidating.
Bang.
Qin Hong suddenly knelt down in front of Ye Qiu, kowtowing repeatedly: "Young Master Ye, Qin You is now my only bloodline. If you want to kill, then kill me. Please, spare him."
"dad..."
Qin's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to step forward to pull Qin Hong, and instead kept backing away.
Ye Qiu sneered: "Look at your son. You risked your life to protect him, even kneeling down to beg for mercy, but he's backing away. Is this the kind of son you should protect?"
"As long as he lives and preserves a little of my lineage, I will die without regret."
Qin Hong said in a deep voice.
"Unfortunately, I won't listen to you." Ye Qiu said coldly, "If you were stronger than me today, I would definitely die, and countless people related to me would also die. So you and your son will not survive."
"Young Master Ye, I..."
"Shut up!" Ye Qiu shouted. "Even if the Heavenly King himself came, you would all die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qiu raised his sword and, without hesitation, killed Qin Hong with a single strike.
Qin, who was behind him, was both shocked and frightened, and immediately tried to run away.
But Ye Qiu threw out the ancient sword, which instantly pierced through Qin You's heart at lightning speed.
Qin fell straight down and died on the spot.
Ye Qiu raised his hand, and the ancient sword flew back, landing in his palm.
Thus, the battle ended in a crushing defeat for the Qin family.
Ye Qiu wiped the ancient sword, took it, and came to Hong Ying: "The sword is not bad, thank you."
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