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Chapter 923 The power of one person!(1/2)

Amid the screams, most people became weak and fell to the ground.

Only Ye Xinghe and the other four were standing with a light wind and a light cloud.

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "Don't panic, just let the Huan Gong be dispersed, no one can die."

After saying that, he raised his foot and headed towards the platform.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yehu suddenly looked up and stared at Ye Xinghe coldly: "It's you!"

"Ye He, why do you want to be enemies with my Holy Barbarian Sect?"

Ye Xinghe smiled coldly: "Why?"

"You Holy Barbarian Sect have ill-intentioned intentions and want to rebel!"

"How can Daqin tolerate you!"

When Wu Yehu heard this, his face suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "Why do you know such a secret matter!"

Ye Xinghe sneered without saying a word.

"Little bastard, do you think you can subdue me if you put some poison?"

Wu Yehu's face changed and he said coldly: "Come on, take him down!"

After the words came, several disciples of the red robe rushed towards Ye Xinghe with the power of medicine.

Dozens of black shadows jumped high and surrounded Ye Xinghe.

The group of people all had hideous expressions, as if they were about to tear him apart!

"The scoundrel shakes the tree?"

However, Ye Xinghe looked calm and said coldly: "It's ridiculous!"

As he finished speaking, his body shook slightly, urging the power of the divine weapon.

A hint of green light lit up, and it was so bright!

boom!

Majestic momentum rises into the sky!

The momentum was like a storm of anger, slapped at everyone.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a powerful aura, the group of red-robed disciples instantly slapped them away!

For a moment, screams continued.

The group of people fell down one after another like dumplings, falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, this momentum enveloped the entire square.

The power of the Holy Man Sect disappeared and they could not resist it.

Most of them lay on the ground, gasping for desperate attempts.

There are only a few elders who can still hold on.

Ye Xinghe alone suppressed the whole audience!

He walked slowly forward like a leisurely stroll in the garden, walking to Wu Yehu.

"Little beast, what are you going to do?"

Wu Yehu's face was pale, and there was an unconcealed look of horror in his eyes.

"Kill you!"

Ye Xinghe smiled faintly, and a divine aura condensed with his backhand and slashed towards his neck!

With a 'sweep', blood spurted out!

A huge wound above the neck!

Wu Yehu's eyes widened, his eyes were dim, and he died with his eyes closed.

"Wu Yehu is dead!"

Ye Xinghe lifted his body and looked around coldly, "Those who surrender can avoid death!"

The strongest elder was dead and everyone collapsed instantly.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Sir, don't kill me, I'll listen to you!"

"Ye He, as long as you are willing to release me, I will give you a million spirit stones!"

The money falls and scatters!

Everyone called for help, and no one dared to resist anymore.

"One person suppresses the entire sect!"

At this time, Qin Shucheng's face was shocked and he took a breath: "Ye Xinghe, he should be a peerless genius!"

"No one of the Great Qin warriors has surpassed this mind and strength!"

But before he finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the hall far away.

"Where did the rats come from? How dare you be an enemy of my Holy Barbarian Sect!"

The sound was like a wild wave, overwhelming and echoing endlessly!

Then, several streams of light rose in the dark hall and headed straight for the square.

In the sky, the light is like a meteor, with hundreds of lights.

Ye Xinghe suddenly raised his head, frowned, and looked into the distance.

The leader was wearing a black robe, with a cold face and a gray hair.

"Chen Maotian?"

A cold light flashed in Ye Xinghe's eyes and he sneered: "So it's you, the old dog!"

Chen Maotian stood in the air, frowned slightly, and looked at Ye Xinghe up and down.

"How do you little thief know my husband's name?"

Ye Xinghe smiled coldly, took off the human skin mask, and shouted: "Old dog, see who I am!"

After seeing it clearly, Chen Maotian's expression suddenly changed and he shouted angrily: "Ye Xinghe?!"

"Little beast, it's you!"

"If I don't go to find you, you dare to call me?"

"You just don't want to live anymore!"

Then, he waved his robe sleeve hard and said, "Give it to me and take this little beast off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of black-robed disciples behind him besieged him!

The group of black-robed disciples were all around the seventh level of the Tianhe Realm, and they were not weak.

Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants!"

After saying that, he activated the divine weapon and punched it out!

The second level of the Great Prajna God Fist: Suppress evil spirits!

The blue divine aura condensed into a green shadow that was more than ten meters high and smashed it down with one punch!

With a 'bang', it hit the crowd.

In an instant, the green light was made, extremely dazzling!

The powerful power of the divine aura exploded in the crowd!

The group of black-robed disciples all exclaimed repeatedly and were knocked back with a punch!

Seeing this, Chen Maotian frowned and murmured in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for a few days, this little beast's strength has skyrocketed!"

"Today, I must not keep him!"

Thinking of this, his eyes became more and more vicious, and he shouted loudly: "Give it all to me!"

"Today, we must surround and kill these little beasts!"

Hearing the sound, hundreds of black-robed disciples activated their divine aura and surrounded them with great momentum!

The group of people was quite strange and had a full momentum.

The black divine power rose up, forming a skull dozens of meters high, opening its mouth and roaring!

The black air rises, gloomy and terrifying!

Seeing this, Liu Qingyue lost her appearance and exclaimed: "This is a combined attack technique, a hundred ghosts' soul refining method!"

"The rumor requires thousands of boys to be trained from childhood and to survive every day. When they are trained, they can only retain a hundred people."
To be continued...
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