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Chapter 1587 Save lives! (Part 4)
The backbone of the old patriarch inspired some clansmen, but it also annoyed the enemy.

A little chill appeared in the eyes of the man in the white shirt, and a sickle-like weapon appeared in his palm, which suddenly penetrated the old patriarch's shoulder and dragged him to the edge of the black hole.

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

"..."

The clansman was sad and angry, and wanted to go forward, but the samurai sword in the hands of the monk in black was held around his neck, and he dared not move.

"Having backbone doesn't mean I admire you, it just means you're more stupid."

The white-clothed man stared at the other party's blood-red eyes, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Since you are eager to reincarnate, then I will fulfill you! I hope that on the road to Huangquan, your Lord God or Dragon God can save you..."

laugh!
With a pull of the scimitar in his hand, the old patriarch's shoulder was split, and thick red blood fell into the black hole drop by drop.

"Patriarch!!"

At this moment, Jin Shu'er's sad and angry voice came.

The white-clothed man, Liu Shatong and the others were taken aback for a moment, seeing a man and three women approaching from a distance.

When he saw the man's face clearly, Liu Shatong's expression changed suddenly. He subconsciously clenched a fist-sized crystal skull around his waist, fixed his eyes on Qin Yang, and took two steps back, as if he was facing an enemy.

Qin Yang!

Why is he here! ?
But the white-clothed man's eyes fell on the three women, and the corners of his lips curled up in a strange arc: "Interesting, it seems that there are still fish that slipped through the net in this guardian clan, and they almost missed the delicacy in the world."

"Patriarch!"

Looking at the dying old patriarch, Jin Shu'er was heartbroken, and shouted at the man in white shirt, "Bastard, let go of the patriarch!"

"Let him go, that's fine."

The man in the white shirt lifted the old patriarch, moved it to the sky above the black hole, and said with a smile, "Now tell me, should I let it go or not?"

"you--"

Jin Shu'er's face flushed red.

"Shu'er, go away! Leave us alone!" In the crowd, an older clansman shouted angrily, "The guardian clan must not break the inheritance, you must escape! The farther you escape, the better!"

"escape?"

The white-clothed man smiled, "Since I have come to the door, there is a chance to escape. Little girl, if you want to save your clansmen, just take off your clothes obediently."

"I don't like women, but for some high-quality women, it won't be wasted. By the way, there are two others. I hope to show off your beautiful bodies."

The white shirted man's eyes were on Murong Xiyao and Moli. The woman who has become a fairy has a temperament that is naturally different from that of a mortal woman, which makes people have the desire to conquer.

Facing the man's provocation and humiliation, Qin Yang didn't pay attention to it, but set his eyes on Liu Shatong with some doubts.

I remember the last time when we fought in the Liu family, Liu Shatong's strength at that time was only about the level of the fusion stage, but now he has stepped into the Mahayana state. Some adventure must have happened to him in the middle.

Seeing Liu Shatong's eyes dodge, Qin Yang smiled lightly, looked at the man in white shirt, and said lightly: "I'll count to three, if you don't let go of the person in your hands, you will be at your own risk."

The white-clothed man was startled, then smiled and said, "Interesting, sometimes powerful people are very confident. Tell me your name and see if you can scare me."

"One...two..."

Qin Yang didn't bother to respond to him, but just counted the numbers.

"His name is Qin Yang."

Liu Shatong on the other side said softly.

Qin Yang?

The man in the white shirt frowned, and then his pupils shrank. Just as he realized it, an afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and a glaring white light with a touch of red splashed into the sky.

Then, he felt his arms go empty.

look down,

I saw that his right hand and the old patriarch who was in his hand were all gone, thick red blood spewed out like a fountain, like brilliant liquid fireworks.

The white shirted man howled like a pig, knelt on the ground, his handsome face was extremely distorted, and screamed loudly, "My hand...my hand...my hand..."

Those Japanese monks were stunned for a few seconds before they came to their senses. They looked not far away at Qin Yang, who was healing the old patriarch, with a look of horror.

Immediately, they rushed up——

Qin Yang waved the long sword in his hand, and the blazing sword light was like a harvester of the god of death, engulfing dozens of people in an instant, bursting out bloody flowers, staining the altar red, and the blood flowed into the black paint hole.

There was dead silence.

The remaining masters of the Demon God Realm and the Nanhuang faction all looked dull, looking at Qin Yang with horror and fear.

Although the clansmen who guarded the clan were shocked, they were more joyful.They also recognized Qin Yang as the man who 'tricked away' Jin Shu'er's heart back then, they didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Liu Shatong lowered his eyes, feeling cold all over his body.

If he had known that Qin Yang was coming here, he shouldn't have come here before.At present, Qin Yang's strength, he knows, can fight with Bai Dixuan to the death, and he has definitely reached the perfection of Mahayana.

It's a pity, I'm not so lucky.

Liu Shatong was a little unwilling.

He tightly held the skeleton in his hand, a faint light appeared in his eyes.

Qin Yang handed the old patriarch to Jin Shu'er, walked up to the man in white shirt, and said lightly, "Do you have any last words?"

The white-clothed man's face was distorted, and he looked at Qin Yang viciously, "I—"

puff!
The long sword pierced his throat.

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it." Qin Yang drew out his long sword and said calmly.

The man in the white shirt: "..."

If you don't listen to your question, at least show some respect, okay?

Qin Yang looked around at the remaining disciples, with a cold smile on his lips, stomped his feet, and shouted: "Heaven's secret kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the slender vines flew up one by one, like an octopus waving, with a strong piercing aura, instantly pierced the magic weapon of the body protection and defense of those disciples, twisting the bodies into pieces of flesh.

With one move, hundreds of people were killed!

The blood slowly gathered and turned into a stream that flowed into the black hole.

The people of the tribe opened their mouths wide and looked at Qin Yang with awe as if they were worshiping a god.

Even the old patriarch, who had recovered from his injury, looked at Qin Yang with vigor, and murmured, "It seems that Shu'er's vision is much better than those of us old guys. You have found a treasure."

"You are the only one left, Master Liu." Qin Yang looked at Liu Shatong and said with a faint smile.

"You don't kill me because you want to know why my strength has improved so quickly?" Liu Shatong asked lightly with a gloomy expression.

"Very curious." Qin Yang shrugged.

Liu Shatong sneered and said, "At the beginning, I organized the six Southern Wilderness Sects to attack the Central Plains, but we only besieged each sect symbolically, but did not really attack. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I have another purpose, which is to secretly set up magic circles in various sects and capture the aura of the ancestors of various sects and families, that's why my strength has improved so quickly."

"Take the spirit of the ancestor Yuanling?"

Qin Yang frowned.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask something, the ground suddenly shook violently, and the sound of the dragon's chant, which was ten times louder than before, came from under his feet, almost breaking his eardrums.

It gave people an illusion, as if... a dragon was about to be born.

(End of this chapter)