On the other side in mid-air, a demonic man in a loose red robe slowly raised his hand and opened the iron fan with a 'swish'. A sharp and very thin blade suddenly appeared at the end of the fan, flashing a cold light and posing an unpredictable danger.
A casual smile appeared on Yu Qiu's lips. He glanced at the dozens of practitioners who were besieging him and chuckled.
"I'm giving you a gift."
Just when the practitioners were confused about this, Yu Qiu suddenly swung out the iron fan, and countless blades came out.
Attack towards them.
"Get out of the way!" someone shouted with a shocked expression.
The thin blade was extremely sharp. When it touched human skin, it instantly opened a bloody wound. Some practitioners were even unable to avoid it and were cut in the aorta, dying instantly.
A cultivator recognized Yu Qiu and his lips trembled a few times.
"You...you are the Red Yama!"
A demon in red clothes, who loves wine and sleep.
Kill without blinking an eye.
Upon hearing this, Yu Qiu's smile slowly faded, his expression instantly turning icy cold, and he said in a tone that didn't conceal his murderous intent: "I don't like this name."
As he spoke, he summoned an iron fan sword with his right hand.
Some practitioners in Qiongtian had heard of the title of Red-robed Yama, and originally they were not afraid of him. But now that they knew his identity, a wave of fear spread throughout their bodies.
One cultivator said solemnly, "Don't be afraid, everyone. If we take his head, we can even claim a great merit."
Upon hearing this, the practitioners had different expressions.
"With so many of us, can't we defeat him alone?"
"Let's go!"
The surrounding practitioners besieged Yu Qiu, and countless spiritual attacks came towards him. He raised his iron fan and swung his sword horizontally.
boom!
There was a loud bang, followed by countless sharp blades.
No one expected that this iron fan could actually shoot out blades, and some practitioners were caught off guard.
The blades cut across their necks, chests, abdomens and other parts of their bodies.
"ah!"
Some practitioners raised their hands to cover their bleeding necks, blood gushing out, feeling painful and powerless.
Yu Qiu's eyes were cold. He suddenly raised his left hand and made a summoning seal.
In an instant, the sound of "swish, swish, swish" was heard, and countless demigod-level iron fans surrounded him. The dense number of them shocked everyone!
These are all semi-artifacts!
Yu Qiu raised the sword, and when he released his hand, the sword was already floating in front of him.
In an instant, the long sword split into four, forming eight shadows.
From all directions, encirclement and killing!
Yu Qiuxun
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