Volume 2, Chapter 352: Charge with me.
There were only about ten people standing behind him.
In front of the burial, tens of thousands of people stood in the air, each of them full of fighting spirit, looking at Ye Tingmu with murderous eyes.
The two sides are on the verge of a fight.
A terrifying sense of oppression swept over the place.
Du Tianxia subconsciously shrank his neck and said with great lack of confidence, "Why do I feel like the Sword Master is going to fail?"
The others remained silent. To them, the scene before them was horrifying.
There are nearly 30,000 people, all of whom are top geniuses from the ten major immortal sects and the Heavenly Court.
You must know that whether it is the Ten Great Immortal Sects or the Heavenly Court, they represent the highest combat power in the human world. The number and quality of their geniuses are also the best in the human world, and they are in no way inferior to the demon clan and the monster clan.
Now they have united to deal with Zang, which in itself is a frightening thing.
So at this moment, they all felt a little uneasy in their hearts.
All I can say is that Ye Tingmu is too crazy.
Chongming came to Ying Changle's side without knowing when, stared at the direction of the burial, and said, "Old Ying, do you think it's okay to bury him?"
Ying Changle was very calm, without any expression or reaction.
Zhongming continued, "Do you think we should help him? After all, we are brothers who have been beaten together."
He talked to himself, touching his chin from time to time.
"Why don't we just hold off and wait until he's beaten enough? His character really needs a shake-up. He's even more arrogant and domineering than me. Tsk tsk..."
Ying Changle rolled her eyes at him and walked away. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk to this guy.
But she was also curious about how strong the person she would follow in the future would be.
The crowd was also discussing at this time.
"Do you think....Zang can win?"
"It's funny. There are so many people here, what can he use to fight them?"
"Don't forget he has eleven immortal rings...how can it be impossible?"
"No, what do you think? That's thirty thousand. Even thirty thousand pigs would be exhausted to death, not to mention there are many masters here."
"I also think that two fists can't beat four hands. Let them fight. It would be best if both sides were injured. This Zang is really crazy. He wants to rob us all by himself. He is crazy."
For some unknown reason, no one in the crowd thought Zang could win, and most of their words were mocking Ye Tingmu.
Maybe it was because Ye Tingmu wanted to snatch them away, so they naturally felt disgusted with Ye Tingmu.
Or maybe it was something else, but the difference in numbers between the two sides was indeed too big. This difference in numbers was enough to fill the gap in strength between the two sides.
But even so, the geniuses leading the ten major sects still did not take action. To be honest, they were still a little nervous.
After all, they were facing Zang. This man was a shadow and a nightmare in their hearts. Not to mention that their ancestor was betrayed, many of their fellow disciples were killed when they first entered the Immortal Sect. At that time, Zang fought dozens of people alone, and he didn't even open his immortal ring.
Then at the end of the last strange road, he even took two machetes in his hands and started chopping, killing thousands of people.
Therefore, if they could avoid fighting, they really didn't want to fight with the young man in front of them.
One of the men said, "Zang, listen to my advice. You and I are both human. Why do we have to kill each other? The feud between you and our ten great sects is over after we leave this place. Why don't we unite and kill the demons together? You must know that the demons are our biggest enemy."
"Yes, Zang, I respect you as a man and don't want to attack you here. If you can think clearly, please retreat."
"It's not easy to get to this point. Think about it carefully."
The leading figures of several major immortal sects began to persuade Zang. Their tone was gentle and not arrogant. At this moment, they were invisibly bowing to Zang.
I also hope that there will be a way out to avoid this fearless dispute.
Of course, this is not because they are kind, but because they are unsure about the burial. Simply put, they are afraid.
Ye Tingmu naturally knew what they were thinking, but it was impossible to let them go. He was short of money now and could only take it from the ten major immortal sects. He still had a person in the lower realm waiting for him to support.
Quietly, a black heavy sword appeared in his hand.
He pointed his sword forward, held his head high, and his long black hair danced wildly in the wind.
"There's no point in saying more. I'll just ask you whether you will surrender or not."
The geniuses of the ten great sects gritted their teeth.
"Zang, if that's the case, then it's not our fault. Brothers, come together and kill him."
No matter how afraid of Zang he was, at this moment, he had no way out. After all, Zang's attitude was very clear: either you die or I die.
Reconciliation is impossible.
"kill!"
"rush!"
"Let's fuck him together."
The sound emboldened the cowards, and when the shouts of killing arose, the brave and the timid all took action.
The spells, talismans and magic weapons in their hands were released.
The attack wave was overwhelming, coming from the front, like a toppling ocean wave that was about to swallow up everything. Ye Tingmu standing in the middle seemed so small and insignificant.
Baili Jianhan and the others were so nervous that they were sweating.
But Ye Tingmu was not in a hurry and shouted loudly.
"Where is Hanba?"
Then a deep and powerful voice sounded.
A shadow shot out from the heavy sword, covering the sky and the sun, blocking Ye Tingmu in front of him.
Its appearance instantly became the focus of the entire audience, and the murderous aura on him permeated the entire world.
The terrifying murderous aura was like a sharp knife. Looking at it from afar, it made people feel scared and want to turn around and run away.
This is a giant, a giant with a red body. His face is twisted and hideous, revealing his ferocity. His pair of horns rise into the sky, with red flames wandering on them.
"The drought demon is here."
Ye Tingmu swung the sword in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Say it again.
"Follow me and charge forward to wipe out this place."
"The Lord's command."
In an instant, Hanba rushed out to kill.
Ye Tingmu also rushed forward with a sword.
Facing the overwhelming attack, Hanba's phantom ignored it and with a flick of his hand, the smoke vanished. A heavy punch fell.
Roar and explosion.
Countless people were knocked away.
Some vomited blood, and some fled in panic.
Ye Tingmu walked into the crowd holding a heavy sword and cut through the air with one strike of the sword.
But I never used my full strength.
The Thirteen Swords of Heaven and Earth had been basically unused for the past three days for fear of being exposed, but now it didn't matter.
The people here should not be able to see it, and even if they did, he would not be afraid. After all, even if he did not expose himself now, he would still be the public enemy of the human world.
With one sword, the sky is cut off for ten miles.
Listen to the wind singing, roaring like thunder.
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