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Chapter 387 Kill Kill Kill! ! (third change)

"Qin Yang, I'll give you one last chance to hand over Yu Xiaodie, and then hand over your magic weapon, and I will spare your death!"

The black-robed ghost stared at Qin Yang coldly, and spoke slowly.

If news of today's battle gets out, it will be a joke to his Yin faction. After all, nine spiritual gathering practitioners plus a soul-training practitioner to besiege a mere warrior is obviously too ridiculous and shameless.

If the opponent can surrender without a fight, that would be the best result.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, how can there be so much nonsense!"

Qin Yang's tone was indifferent.

This battle, he didn't know if he could win or survive, but since it had already started, he had to fight no matter what, unless he fell down!

"Stinky boy, since you are looking for death, grandpa will send you to hell first!"

A disciple of the Earth Yin Sect was enraged by Qin Yang's arrogance, he swept his body and raised his fist to attack Qin Yang.

The fist is like iron, with blue veins hovering above it, like a horned dragon, shocking.

The power of the spirit-gathering cultivator vibrated and rumbled, and the space it passed through seemed to be surging with water waves at this time, and the waves spread to both sides with the fist as the center.

This is the power of a cultivator!

Facing the bombardment of this punch, Qin Yang did not dodge or dodge, and there was no wavering in his eyes.

When the opponent's fist came, he raised his arm to fight directly, and the power from the spirit-gathering cassock spewed out, gathered on the fist, and fought with the opponent vigorously.

"boom--"

With the loud crashing sound, the disciple of the Earth Yin Sect flew upside down in the rush of energy, and fell directly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

But Qin Yang just took a few steps back and stabilized his body.

With the assistance of the cassock, his current strength is in the middle stage of gathering spirits, and he is not afraid of the opponent's spirit gathering ghost cultivator at all.

This scene shocked everyone's jaws.

They didn't expect that Qin Yang, a mere martial artist, would dare to confront an immortal cultivator head-on, and even vomit blood from the opponent, which is a bit too unreal.

"Be careful, this kid must have activated some secret technique, everyone will do it for me!"

The black-robed ghost repairer's pupils narrowed slightly, his eyes were a little more cautious, and he ordered with a wave.

I thought it was just a small ant, but I didn't expect this little ant to have some abilities. The black-robed ghost cultivator inexplicably felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Today, I will let you all see my true strength!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's lips, and he took out the 'Killing God Mask' from the system space, and slowly put it on his face.

In an instant, his strength exploded tenfold! !

The pair of eyes exposed in the mask were covered with blood red color, and the whole hair became longer and redder, flying in the air, like a demon god descending.

"What? A god-killing mask?"

Liu Zhen on the roof of the attic in the distance saw the blood mask on Qin Yang's face, her beautiful eyes were instantly shocked, and she said in surprise.

She clenched her fists suddenly, subconsciously going to snatch it, but then she stopped abruptly, her expression changed, her eyes flickered at Qin Yang, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Elder Wen next to him also looked shocked: "This kid actually has a killing god mask, where did he get it?"

They searched for it to no avail, but they didn't want to find it on this kid.

Could it be God's will?
Liu Zhen twitched her lips, and said lightly: "This time I was lucky, I even came across the Killing God Mask, and I don't know if the powerful 'Killing God One Style' is in his hands. It seems that we have a big fish."

Old Wen smiled and murmured softly: "Interesting, this kid is giving me more and more surprises!"

The fighting spirit was thunderous, and the atmosphere was like ice.

The figures of the Eight Paths Gathering Spiritualists all rushed towards Qin Yang, and everyone exerted their greatest strength, vowing to kill Qin Yang here.

In the eyes of outsiders, this scene will never be forgotten.

You must know that they are only warriors, and it is too unreal to force all these immortal cultivators to dispatch.

"Good day!!"

The full strength that filled his body made Qin Yang unable to stand up to the sky and shouted. His whole body was boiling with blood, his blood-colored hair was flying, and he stabbed with a sword with unimaginable power.

This sword came out violently, the sword light was like a rainbow, piercing through the sun and the moon, rushing straight and trembling, as if the sky was directly split by this sword!

A ghost cultivator who rushed to the front looked at the monstrous sword intent with a horrified expression, and before he had time to retreat, his chest was cut by the sword energy, and blood gushed out, like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground.

The others were shocked, and regardless of their companions, they made moves one after another.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly the sky and the earth roared, and the aura roared.

The bright cyan light made violent fluctuations in the air, and the huge spiritual energy reverberated in a radius of ten feet like sea waves. The sword energy was torn apart, the black mist was lingering, and the sound of fighting continued.

If they hadn't known in advance, everyone would have thought that a group of immortal cultivators were fighting each other.

Gathering Spirit Cassock, Killing God Mask, Execution Immortal Sword!
Three in one, raised Qin Yang's strength to an extremely terrifying state.

The more the disciples of the Earth Yin sect fought, the more frightened they became. They had never seen many warriors, nor had they heard of how powerful a single warrior was. They did not lose the slightest bit in the face of the eight spirit-gathering immortal cultivators. Instead, they performed with ease.

"What kind of monster is this kid? Is he a cultivator who hides his strength?"

Everyone was suspicious.

There are also black-robed ghost cultivators outside the battlefield who have this idea.

At this moment, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious. Seeing Qin Yang fighting against his eight disciples with his own strength, and even gradually controlling the situation, the rolling killing intent in his eyes became more and more obvious.

This son must not stay! !

The black-robed ghost thought about it, and his whole figure moved towards Qin Yang like lightning.

His arms waved, driven by various forces, every time the surrounding air twisted, slowly condensed in front of him, and gradually turned into a huge texture, with a terrifying aura.

On the battlefield, Qin Yang was still fighting fiercely.

His sword intent is fast, as fast as lightning, and extremely fierce. It is not comparable to these disciples of the Earth Yin School, and it is too strong for them.

With the dancing of the evil spirit, the disciples of the Earth Yin School who came to face the battle died one after another, their souls were damaged and it was difficult to support them.

This made them feel a sense of despair. So many immortal cultivators joined forces, but they couldn't even deal with a warrior. If the other party became an immortal cultivator in the future, they would not crush them.

"puff--"

At this moment, the Zhuxian Sword pierced into the belly of a disciple of the Earth Yin School.

Qin Yang's eyes were like knives, with extreme indifference, his arms were strong, and the long sword was raised sharply!
"cut!"

Following the ice-cold shout, the disciple's entire chest and abdomen were cut open from the abdomen to the throat by the Zhuxian Sword!

The five viscera and the six internal organs were cut apart one after another, and flowed out with a splash, which was very miserable.

Looking at everyone's scalp numb!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Qin Yang looked up to the sky and laughed, his long blood-colored hair danced in the air, like a demon god, with a long sword like snow.

Across the world, don't dare to be!

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