Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 371 6 Treasure Secret Realm 25

As soon as the formation master died, Rat Six and Rat Eight followed closely behind. All this happened in just one minute. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the air was filled with tension and blood.

At this moment, even if Shijie Yima was stupid, he realized that this group of people was targeting him. He was extremely angry, and swung his black fist like a storm, killing another monk who rushed up with one punch.

The powerful punch made the air around him vibrate, but his heart was full of doubts. He couldn't figure out how he and his group had provoked these powerful enemies.

Ye Hanshuang looked at the Ten Great Yima being surrounded by more than 50 monks, and she stopped watching. Her eyes were calm and resolute, as if everything was under her control.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before this top ten player fell.

Even if each of these 50-plus people used their special moves once, it would be enough to drain all of his spiritual power three times.

They are like a surging tide, constantly hitting the lonely reef of Yima.

Although Yima was powerful, he was unable to cope with the siege of so many enemies. He rushed left and right in the crowd, but he could not break through the siege.

Each attack consumed his energy, but the enemies kept coming. The outcome of this battle seemed to be doomed.

Ye Hanshuang chose a direction and ran quickly in the direction where Black Raven left.

Zhou Yuxiang saw it and wanted to say something, but he finally took it back. He could only condense this depression into a long-range attack and vent it on the Ten Heroes Yima.

the other side.

Among this team of killers, Shu Si, who is the best at tracking, finally intercepted the Black Raven - Wang Qiye in front.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Qiye's eyes widened as he looked at the black-clad figure that suddenly appeared ten steps in front of him. He shook his hands, and Hong Yu and Wen Tian were instantly unsheathed and landed steadily in his hands. The night was suddenly enveloped by a red light, just like Wang Qiye's burning anger at the moment.

However, Shu Si was not moved at all. His eyes were firm and cold, and he resolutely used the defensive magic weapon and the long sword in his hand.

The defensive weapon emitted a faint light, and the long sword flashed coldly in the darkness. He stood firmly on the road, like an indestructible mountain, blocking Wang Qiye's way.

The two of them collided with each other in an instant, making a dull loud noise.

Wang Qiye's Wentian firmly held Shu Si's long knife, and the sound of metal collision echoed in the night sky.

At the same time, Hong Yu was as agile as a snake and easily pierced through Shu Si's defensive magic weapon.

The defensive magic weapon was instantly shattered under the attack of the Red Rain Sword. The Red Rain took advantage of the situation and stabbed into Shu Si's chest fiercely.

Shu Si showed a ferocious smile on his face, which was full of madness and determination. He used up his last bit of strength to tightly grasp Wang Qiye's wrist.

Wang Qiye kicked him hard, but he failed to kick him away. Wang Qiye was very anxious, and hurriedly stepped harder and kicked out twice more fiercely. Finally, he kicked the dead Shu Si away.

It was because of this delay that Wang Qiye was shocked to find that he had been surrounded by four men in black.

The four men in black were like ghosts in the darkness, emitting a chilling aura. Their eyes were cold and resolute, as if they had already regarded Wang Qiye as a sure thing.

Wang Qiye tightly grasped the two long swords, Hongyu and Wentian, in his hands, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart. His eyes were firm and fearless, ready to face the upcoming fierce battle.

"kill!"

The four men in black shouted in unison and rushed towards Wang Qiye like a black whirlwind, not giving him any chance to breathe.

Their figures moved quickly in the darkness like ghosts, the weapons in their hands flashed cold light and carried fierce murderous intent.

"A Flash of Spiritual Stream"

Wang Qiye's eyes flashed, he became ruthless, and instantly used the flash technique.

There was a flash of light, and he appeared behind Shu Wu like a ghost. Before Shu Wu could react, Wang Qiye's Wentian sword pierced through his back like lightning.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the ground red. Shu Wu's body trembled violently, with shock and unwillingness in his eyes, and then he slowly fell down.

Wang Qiye did not hesitate at all and quickly drew out Wentian, ready to meet the attacks of the other three men in black.

Seeing that Wang Qiye had played his trump card so early, the head rat was relieved. A smug smile appeared on his face, as if everything was under his control.

The head rat took out a javelin from his storage bag and weighed it in his hand. The javelin was completely black and exuded a cold aura that seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

At the same time, Shu San and Shu Jiu quickly surrounded them. Their eyes were full of vigilance and murderous intent, and their weapons were tightly grasped, ready to attack at any time.

Shu San held a short sword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and Shu Jiu held a pair of daggers, the daggers glowing with faint blue light. The three of them formed a triangle, tightly surrounding Wang Qiye in the middle.

Rat Three and Rat Nine quickly surrounded Wang Qiye like two black shadows, and the battle was about to break out.

Shu San took the lead and stabbed Wang Qiye with his dagger like a poisonous snake. The sword was sharp and carried a hint of chill.

Shu Jiu was not to be outdone, and attacked from the other side, waving a dagger. The dagger drew dark blue tracks in the air, which was terrifying.

Wang Qiye's eyes were grim, and he waved Wentian and Hongyu in his hands like the wind, blocking the attacks of Shu San and Shu Jiu. The sound of metal collision continued to ring in the air, and sparks flew everywhere. The three of them fought back and forth, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Shu San's attack became more and more fierce, and every move was intended to kill him. However, Wang Qiye was very powerful after all. After a fierce battle, he saw a flaw in Shu San and swung his sword fiercely. A flash of cold light passed by, and Shu San was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the chest.

Blood spurted out of Shu San's mouth, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he slowly fell down.

After losing Shu San, Shu Jiu became even crazier. He waved his dagger desperately and rushed towards Wang Qiye without hesitation. Wang Qiye responded calmly, and Hong Yu attacked like a snake, instantly breaking Shu Jiu's defense. Then, Wen Tian took advantage of the situation and stabbed Shu Jiu directly.

But when Shu Jiu was dying, he burst out with amazing strength and hugged Wang Qiye tightly, as if he wanted to trap him with his last life.

Wang Qiye struggled desperately but could not break free from the restraints. He became ruthless and inserted the Wentian into Shu Jiu's body, spinning it and squeezing out a stream of blood.

At this moment, the leader rat threw a javelin that came at him like lightning. Wang Qiye had no time to break free from Rat Nine's restraints and could only watch the javelin fly towards him.

The javelin was like a black lightning, swiftly penetrating Wang Qiye's defensive magic weapon. With a dull "puff" sound, the javelin fiercely pierced into Wang Qiye's chest, and continued to move forward, carrying Wang Qiye backwards.

Wang Qiye's body was like a helpless fallen leaf, pushed by the powerful force of the javelin. Finally, the javelin nailed him to a thick tree, stopping his castration.

Blood gushed out from Wang Qiye's wound like a flood that had burst a dam, quickly staining his clothes red. The shocking red color was particularly dazzling in the dim night.

His eyes revealed pain and unyielding spirit, and the pain spread across his face like a tide. His furrowed brows and clenched teeth showed that he was enduring tremendous torture.

The light of unyielding flickered in the depths of his eyes, as if he would never give up easily even in the face of despair. The ending of this battle was full of tragedy and cruelty, and the air was filled with the breath of death.

The poison could no longer be suppressed and quickly spread in Wang Qiye's body like a mad demon, paralyzing his entire body.

His hands softened, and Wentian and Hongyu both fell to the ground with two dull sounds. The two long swords that had accompanied him through countless battles were now slanted in the ground, as if they were also mourning for their owners.

"finished?"

A stream of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of Wang Qiye's mouth. The blood was like a blooming flower, sad and desperate. Especially his internal organs, which seemed to have been shattered by the Qi force. His life slipped away bit by bit, like sand in an hourglass, which could not be stopped.

He lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, as if he was making a final struggle against fate. However, in the face of this cruel reality, his strength seemed so insignificant.

Darkness gradually enveloped his consciousness, as if leading him into an endless abyss.

The head rat approached slowly step by step. Its footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the silent air, like the footsteps of the god of death. Every step seemed to step on people's hearts, making people shudder.

His eyes were cold and merciless, as if he was looking at a dead prey.

When he got ten steps closer to the young man, he could no longer sense Wang Qiye's breath.

The head rat paused for a moment, and sighed softly in his heart: "Don't offend Skull Mountain in your next life."

There was a hint of indifference and cruelty in that sigh, as if announcing Wang Qiye's fate.

"This knife is good, but it's a pity that there's a hole in it." The Rat Head grabbed Hong Yu and examined it carefully. The blade shone with a dark red light under the dim light. Although there was a hole in it, it still exuded a powerful aura.

The head rat nodded with satisfaction, then put the red rain into the storage bag and began to search for other spoils.

Finally, the Rat Leader pulled out the Shisui from Wang Qiye's waist.

"You've brought this first-level trash to this day?" The Rat Leader said disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.

He exerted a little force with both hands, and the water-stopping stick instantly broke into two pieces, which were thrown casually on the ground. The sound of the breaking echoed in the air, as if telling of Wang Qiye's failure.

Seeing that there was nothing valuable left, the leader turned around and left.