A sudden punch hit his chest, instantly piercing his chest. After the pieces shattered, the bloody minced meat shot out in all directions.
Zheng Shiyi was completely in a state of crazy killing, his eyes were red, his clothes were wet with blood, and his murderous aura was growing in a terrifying manner.
Under the stimulation of endless murderous intent, the killing battlefield is vague and has a tendency to open automatically.
Slowly, he didn't even know what he was doing at the moment, and even stopped thinking. He just knew that he was going to kill all the Yashas without leaving a single one!
From a distance, Ming Ran watched from afar as he was completely immersed in madness. Every time the knife fell, there would be a figure of Yasha being killed, with a look of deep admiration on his face.
sad.
I can feel the sad aura exuded by Zheng Shiyi when he kills every Yaksha.
He is redeeming these yakshas.
If I don’t go to hell, who will
Thousands of murders and catastrophes are attributed to me, thousands of blood sins are attributed to me, and the world is pure!
Rumor has it that this is the Blood Buddha that exists in the scriptures of Qingwenyuan. He is the real great mercy, and today I actually saw the shadow of the Blood Buddha in this guy.
One by one, the yakshas, like moths flying into the flames, kept rushing towards Zheng Shiyi, and then fell down one by one.
The ground around him was unconsciously stained red with blood, and the bright red blood flowed slowly like a stream.
There were originally more than a hundred people in the Yasha team, but only a few figures were left.
Zheng Shiyi still wielded the black scale knife, like the god of death from hell, constantly harvesting lives one by one.
The murderous aura that permeated his whole body went from being just frightening to a level that made people tremble and almost collapse.
Each and every Yasha, who had almost never known fear or timidity, seemed to have encountered the most fearful being in their hearts, and fled in all directions.
From behind, the black scale knife cut through the wind, struck a retreating Yaksha, and cut the opponent into two pieces with one knife!
Zheng Shiyi's eyes were scarlet as he dragged his exhausted and scarred body forward and chased forward. The surging murderous intent spread to all directions with the movements of his body, and this space seemed to have been frozen.
It seemed that they were affected by the murderous intention. The speed of the several yakshas who were escaping was obviously much slower than usual.
The two fleeing Yashas had not run very far when a suffocating murderous stabbing force stabbed behind them.
With one strike, two huge heads flew out.
The blood-stained black-scaled knife emitted bursts of heart-stopping bloodthirsty light under the sunlight.
"Can't run anymore!"
"Fight!"
The remaining two Yashas looked at their companions who were killed one by one after escaping. They suddenly turned around and rushed towards Zheng Shiyi.
You can't escape just by running away blindly. Now the only way to survive is to kill the other party.
That human being had been fighting for so long, and his body was shaking. He was at the end of his strength!
The two Yashas suddenly raised their swords in their hands, one to the left and the other to the right, and slashed towards Zheng Shiyi.
From the black scale knife in Zheng Shiyi's hand, bursts of black mist like clouds suddenly surged out, and waves of murderous aura that made people tremble all over surged wildly. The figure that originally seemed a little slow suddenly sped up, and appeared in front of the two yakshas in one step. Behind him, the ink scale knife in his hand passed by.
The two Yakshas looked at the figure that suddenly disappeared in front of them, and immediately twisted their bodies, trying to turn their heads and limbs, but their heads had just turned halfway, and two heads were already flying up.
So strong!
He stood there blankly, a look of shock flashed in his eyes. He thought that Zheng Shiyi had killed hundreds of yakshas and suffered countless injuries. Now he was fighting with his last willpower and could kill them all by himself. he. Who would have thought that he could actually unleash such terrifying combat power!
This kid, what is his body made of? Didn't it have any impact after he was injured
Looking clearly at Zheng Shiyi who was covered with scars all over his body, he hesitated for a moment, turned around, and ran away quickly towards the distance.
Zheng Shiyi listened to the sudden footsteps behind him, and a sneer appeared on his face. All the Yashas around him were dead. The only one who could run at this time was Monk Mingran. He wanted to take advantage of his weakest state. escape.
Want to run...
Zheng Shiyi suddenly turned around and looked towards Ming Ran.
Ming Ran's body that had just moved suddenly trembled. For some reason, Zheng Shiyi, who was charging straight away, didn't look very fast, but at a glance, he felt that he was a demon king walking out of the ancient battlefield of gods and demons. In an instant, he became able to rush in front of himself.
In a daze, his entire body seemed to be frozen, and there seemed to be a sharp knife on his chest that could easily cut through his bones.
run!
Miaoran exhaled a big breath, wiped away the fear in his body, turned around and turned into a white light, rushing towards the distance.
Zheng Shiyi moved his legs and chased in a clear direction. In just a short moment, the distance between the two sides had widened at an alarming speed. Fighting with nearly a hundred Yaksha, the spiritual energy in his body had been almost completely exhausted, and even The Black Scale Knife, which could not feel any weight before, was as heavy as a mountain at this moment.
The two legs felt more like they had been filled with lead, and they seemed to be stuck in the mud. Every step forward was so difficult.
Zheng Shiyi was panting heavily while running, and the big shakes kept sliding down his cheeks.
"bump!"
Suddenly a loud noise came out.
The ground not far in front of him exploded without warning, and a black shadow flew out from the soil and rushed in front of Zheng Shiyi. The blade in his hand turned into a white light and slashed down.
Before the sharp blade fell, the sharp sword wind was already coming.
Just being affected by the sword wind, a clear crack was immediately plowed out on the ground below, and bursts of dust flew up.
Zheng Shiyi's forward body suddenly tensed up, and a chill suddenly rose from his back and spread all over his body. Looking at the knife that was about to fall, his whole upper body twisted strangely. When the light of the knife fell, Mo Mo The scale knife was raised high, just in front of him.
The next moment, there was a muffled sound like a huge palm hitting the sea. The falling wind bounced back like light falling on a mirror, reflecting onto the sword that happened to fall.
For a moment, the strong wind was like a dead tree that had been dried by the sun, suddenly breaking into two pieces.
Zheng Shiyi felt a huge force like a mountain falling down on him. His body, which had become extremely weak due to the war, rushed towards the ground under the impact of this huge force, as if it was smashed into a wall by a hammer. Like nails, it sank into the ground beneath its feet.
"You...you actually know the stunts of my Yaksha tribe!" The sneak attack of the black shadow subconsciously exclaimed, twisting the joints. This is the stunt of their Yaksha tribe, although there are some humans who don't know how to practice this. It's a unique skill, but no human being has ever succeeded in practicing it.
The young man in front of me is actually stronger than some Yakshas!
If this human boy hadn't suddenly used such a unique skill just now, he would have died by his own sword!
Zheng Shiyi raised his head and looked at Yaksha who suddenly appeared in front of him, feeling secretly annoyed that he was really careless this time. When I was surrounded by hundreds of yakshas before, I could feel a vague aura lurking underground not far away, like a beast waiting for an opportunity to attack, staring at me.
However, he killed too many yakshas, and he could never get close to that place. Later, as he was injured by yakshas again and again, and his strength was exhausted again and again, he seemed to fall into a state of madness. In the end, he even gradually... Ignore this Yaksha lurking in the dark.
This Yaksha was really able to endure it. He watched one by one of his companions die under his knife but remained indifferent. He waited until his body and spirit were exhausted to the extreme, and waited until he could fully focus on knowing. Just launched the attack.
If he hadn't practiced the special skill of twisting his joints, he might have been seriously injured!
In front of his eyes, a pair of swords that glowed white and were as cold as the eyes of poisonous snakes had been slashed down.
Killing battlefield!
Within Zheng Shiyi's body, thick murderous aura flew into the sky as if it were suppressing a dark cloud, and the whole world seemed to freeze instantly.
With his legs suddenly kicking off the ground, Zheng Shiyi jumped into the air and rolled towards the back. He swung the black scale knife in his hands at the same time and slashed diagonally towards the back.
Yasha's body suddenly paused. He felt as if he had fallen into an ancient battlefield full of dead bodies at this moment. The most instinctive feeling of fear arose in his heart. He suddenly pulled back his hand and tried to throw away the sword. Get in front of you and block this sudden knife.
But in front of him, the sword in the hand of the human boy who had no strength suddenly accelerated, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. Before the sword could turn around, it had already slipped.
The sharp blade fell on his arm, and the entire arm was chopped off in an instant. The heartbreaking pain was instantly transmitted along the nerves to his brain.
The originally handsome face of Yasha in front of him was suddenly distorted by the sudden severe pain, and his eyes were full of panic. The human in front of him had obviously been fighting for a long time, and the injuries on his body made him almost No running power.
It was precisely because of this that he took action, but why did he burst out with such terrifying combat power
That astonishing killing intent was even stronger than any human being he had ever encountered!
In horror, Yasha turned around and wanted to escape far away, but as soon as he turned around, the dark black blade had already fallen down again.
The sharp blade entered from his back, easily pierced through his entire chest, and pierced out from the front, with bright red blood falling down the dark blade.
"you… "
Yasha seemed to want to say something, but he just uttered one word, his body tilted, and he fell down.
"Huhu..."
Zheng Shiyi panted heavily, and big beads of sweat continued to drip down his forehead. His body softened and he sat on the ground. His body had been exhausted to the extreme before, and just now he forcibly broke out into a killing battle. Now he is really I have no strength left.
(End of chapter)