Volume 1, Chapter 225: Four saints were killed in succession and Dahei ran away.
Dahei was extremely fast and appeared in front of the fleeing Qi Qianqiu in almost an instant.
The corners of its mouth curved into a smile.
"Hey, you're the strongest, so I'll start with you."
As it said this, it threw a punch.
The sound of breaking through the air arises.
The evil wind spread in all directions.
Before the fist arrived, the wind had already distorted Qi Qianqiu's face to the extreme.
With a bang.
A punch hit him right in the face.
Qi Qianqiu was filled with fear.
He fell into the holy realm and could block Chu Ge, but he couldn't block the punch of Niu Batian in front of him.
"you......."
However, Dahei didn't give him any chance to talk nonsense.
I only saw its hooves like shadows.
He threw out several punches in an instant, each one hitting the flesh.
Muffled sounds were heard everywhere.
One set can directly destroy it.
This is not surprising.
After all, he used the same set of skills to defeat the Saint-level clone.
Now we have to beat a guy who has fallen into the Saint realm.
It's really not too easy.
Dahei grabbed Qi Qianqiu's head and threw it out suddenly.
He has no time to waste.
Then he flashed and ran towards another person.
The other four people were so frightened when they saw this scene.
They knew that today would be a very dangerous day.
However, driven by their instinctive desire to survive, they did not surrender.
"Run separately, whoever can run is one."
The four of them understood what he meant and fled in four directions.
Dahei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes as cold as frost.
He stared at the bald monk and said, "You don't want to be a good monk, but you have to imitate others to cause trouble. You will be the next one."
After saying that, it rushed out again.
And then the next second, the old bald donkey was knocked away by a punch, and a mouthful of blood splattered into the sky.
The scene was so bloody that it was unbearable to watch.
At this time, Ye Tingmu was not idle either.
Qi Qianqiu fell straight to the ground.
With a loud bang...
While the ground was shaking.
He also smashed a big hole in it.
Ye Tingmu launched a sword move.
"One sword shocked the world, one sword shook the world."
"punish!"
Qi Qianqiu had just gotten up from the pit in a panic.
But it was instantly covered by a golden light.
He looked up in a trance.
I saw a huge golden sword falling from the sky.
His eyes were unfocused.
He whispered softly, "Is God going to destroy Tingchao Pavilion?"
For this ambush, two of the three elders of Tingchao Pavilion were dispatched.
The man who was traveling with him was lying not far away. Although he was still breathing, he was not far from death.
But he was unable to resist the overwhelming sword in front of him.
Death will await him.
The golden sword fell at an instant.
The billowing smoke and dust engulfed Qi Qianqiu.
Ye Tingmu's brows were filled with joy.
He shouted to Feng He, "Second brother, prepare to touch the body, take away everything valuable."
Just kidding, the treasure in the saint's storage bag is self-evident.
Feeling Qi Qianqiu's aura dissipate.
Wang Changsheng was furious.
Roaring in the air.
"You bastard, you dare to kill my friend? You will die here today."
When Ye Tingmu heard this, there was a faint echo lingering in his eardrums.
He looked up at Wang Changsheng who was still fighting with Chu Ge and Xu Ping'an in the sky.
He shouted loudly: "Saint Killer Ye Tingmu, today I will send you to heaven."
“Arrogant…”
Ye Tingmu quenched lightly.
According to the time, Dongfang Shuo will be here soon. When that time comes, you, Wang Changsheng, will have to die too.
It was at this time.
Another figure flew towards him.
Ye Tingmu naturally had no hesitation.
Then he used the sword to create the sky.
Another saint fell.
Half a minute, 30 seconds.
Ye Tingmu struck out three swords in succession.
The leader of Tingchao Pavilion, a bald donkey, and a celestial master were beheaded.
At this point, only two of the six saints were still fleeing.
Dahei did not chase after it, because it knew it was too late.
It returned to Ye Tingmu.
Looking at the three big holes blasted out around him.
I was also secretly shocked.
This kid is so cruel.
This blasted the saint to pieces.
It looked at Ye Tingmu and said solemnly, "He's coming. I have to go. Protect Daozu for me. I will come back to find you."
Ye Tingmu nodded.
"Take care of yourself."
Dahei smiled knowingly and glanced at Fenghe beside him.
"Future Emperor, I have high hopes for you."
After saying that, he shot up and disappeared from the place.
With Niu Batian's departure.
The remaining two Heavenly Masters also breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially Li Changshou, he headed north without looking back.
He did not return to Jiuzhou. In his opinion, going back would mean death.
Now that he has only reached the Saint Realm, he must find a place to hide.
Although he didn't know why Niu Batian suddenly left.
But that's not important, what matters is that he survived.
No need to die.
Ye Tingmu and Feng He watched Dahei leave.
There was some melancholy in his eyes.
Feng He didn't understand why Da Hei wanted to leave.
Don't they have the upper hand?
The fight has been won, so why separate?
Ye Tingmu was extremely melancholy.
If Dahei leaves, it means that he will lose his support.
In other words, a life-saving trump card.
But he knew that Dahei must have a reason why he had to leave.
It also has its mission.
Protect the Taoist Patriarch until he ascends to the Ninth Heaven again.
It probably took action for Qingfeng.
No, no, no...it's also for myself and Fenghe.
He secretly said in his heart: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect Qingfeng, even if you don't come, I will protect you."
Without hesitation, he pulled out the lightning bolt from the ground.
Step by step, he walked towards the saint who was still groaning on the ground.
Walk in front of you.
There was a thunderbolt in his hand hanging in the air.
The saint looked at him like this, with the pleading look in his eyes so obvious.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't.
Only blood and unknown internal organs gushed out.
Ye Tingmu is not a saint, so how could he show mercy to him?
If he lost, the same fate would be waiting for him.
He turned into thunder and fell.
Completely ended the other person's life.
At this point, the Four Saints fell.
He leaned over and pulled off the storage bag from the man's waist.
Feng He also walked back from the three pits.
He held a lot of things in his arms.
"Brother, I picked them all up. The old man wasn't dead yet, so I stabbed him again."
Ye Tingmu nodded.
Indicate to him that he did a good job.
He pulled out the thunder.
Look at the sky.
Now the overall situation has been decided.
The other side dispatched the Seven Saints.
Four saints fell and two escaped.
The only one left is Wang Changsheng, who is known as the best in the world.
But I still have the Three Saints.
You can't win.
But Wang Changsheng didn't think so at this time.
I originally thought it was a losing game.
After all, the Demon-Slaying Formation was broken, and they could no longer kill Niu Batian.
Losing is inevitable.
But now Niu Batian has run away.
This undoubtedly confirmed his idea.
Sure enough, the rumors were not groundless.
He had occasionally heard people mention that there were God Walkers in this world before.
Their existence is believed by people to monitor the world.
But as a saint, this matter is definitely not that simple.
The Swift Walker only appeared in the year 3000. Before that, it did not exist.
The path to immortality was not broken at that time.
Mortals can still ascend to heaven.
And then something happened.
Niu Batian cut off one of the immortal's arms.
Obviously, Niu Batian’s departure could not be because he was afraid of himself, so why did he run away?
The only thing he could do was avoid the Swiftwalker.
Thinking of this, his eyes became vicious.
"I haven't lost yet. Everything is destined. You will all die, and the Kyushu Empire is destined to change hands."
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