Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight, a Ruthless Individual

The corpse was first separated, after all, Ye Wuzong's sword was superb, reaching the pinnacle, the sword light bypassed Chen Tianzang's neck, and directly chopped off his head.
Immediately after, the body was torn in half by the sharp sword energy.
Blood flowed like a river...
The whole scene fell into dead silence once again.
Although from the eruption of the Blood Soul in the White Bone Burial, to the moment when Ye Wuzong drew his sword, it seemed like there were too many details to capture.
But in fact, the bursting sword energy, destroying the bone whip prison, another sword cold light did not chase, the sword returned to the sheath, and Chen Tianzang fell first.
Only a short time of less than five breaths...
Too fast.
Before the disciples of the royal family could exclaim...
Before the disciples of the Ghost Sect could reach out a helping hand...
"This..." Lu Tian's flower-like expression lost its color, looking ahead in a daze.
Is this something that ordinary juniors can do?
Chen Tianzang, who has a notorious name in the ghost gate, with cruel methods and nearly a thousand ways of killing in his heart, died like this?
And when they recovered, once again.
Ye Wuzong had his hands on the sword and walked slowly to the body of Chen Tianzang.
"The mission is to kill more than fifteen disciples of the Ghost Sect. I wonder how many heads of the ghost-level disciples are worth?"
Ye Wuzong muttered.
His voice was not loud, but it fell on the ears of the people around him, leaving them speechless in shock.
Ye Qingyun blurted out inexplicably, saying, "It should be worth the number of fifty disciples of the Ghost Gate."
Yè wúzōng tiāo méi xiào dào: "Wǔshí gè? Nà dào shì shěngshìle."
Tā huí guò tóu, kàn xiàng yè qīng yún, wèn dào: "Zhè rén tóu shì dài huíqù? Háishì bǎ tā tǐ nèi de xuèhún zhíjiē wā chūlái, jiāng hún xuè dī zài yù jiǎn shàng?"
Ye Qingyun was stunned for a moment, just about to answer.
But Ye Wuzong shook his head and said, "Forget it, for the sake of safety, bring them all back."
He suddenly drew the Blood Lian Sword from its sheath with his right hand, lightly pierced it into the remains of 'Chen Tianzang', skillfully cutting a few times like a butcher cutting meat, then flicked his finger and the tip of the sword actually dug out a soul sparkling with a pale white light...
"Hiss——!"
All the people present, including those ruthless disciples of the Ghost Gate, couldn't help but open their mouths wide and inhale sharply.
How does this kid look even tougher than the people from the Ghost Gate?
Ye Wuzong put Chen Tian’s head and the freshly dug 'Bone Burial' blood soul into the storage bag.
He turned his head again and said lightly, "There are three ghost-level disciples left, and there are fifty-seven ordinary disciples of the Ghost Sect. As the saying goes, to the one who sees it, belongs it. I'll hand it over to you, is there any problem?"
"Ah, this..."
The disciples of the royal family were all shocked.
"Are you treating these disciples of the Ghost Sect like prey animals to be slaughtered?" asked the older brother.
Ye Qingyun smiled bitterly and said, "No, no problem."
On the other side, three ghost-level disciples came down with grim faces.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
Lutian's heart was in a panic, and he said fiercely.
Ni Bin, who was surrounded by a river of death and exuded a dead water flow, said with a serious expression, "I don't know... but he is definitely at the level of the royal family's younger king, or even surpassing the younger king. The intelligence is wrong. We should temporarily retreat and wait to join forces with the Ghost Gate main force before figuring out a way to kill him!"
"Roar." The humanoid monster, Mo Bei, first let out a low growl, then hoarsely said, "Lu and I will figure out a way to trap him. You go and engage Ye Qingyun. The remaining disciples of the Clan House may seem numerous, but they are all a rabble. They are even inferior to the disciples of the Flame Heaven Sect and are not to be feared at all."
"After all the issues are resolved, we will attack Ye Qingyun and this guy together!"
Mu Bei fully restored his human form and turned out to be a tall man with black hair like vines, hanging down to the ground, hands like boulders, and extremely long claws.
He is over two meters tall, standing at the forefront of the Guimen disciples with a powerful and imposing presence.
"Good, we'll do as you say. The sword in his hand, the Blood Lin swallowing sword, looks extraordinary. And there are not many disciples from the royal family, so it should be easy to kill them!"
Lutian Ge regained his confidence again, smiled charmingly, but the smile was a bit cruel.
Looking at Lutian Ge and others' eyes and smiles, Ye Wuzong didn't need to think to know what the other side was holding back. Shaking his head, he smiled coldly and said, "Ha, really stupid people's mother open the door for stupid people, stupid to the extreme..."
Lu Tian raised both arms in one move, and the purple scorpion pincers that appeared, opening and closing, emitted a grating, teeth-souring, sharp friction sound: "Hmph, stop putting on that haughty expression. You may have single-handedly killed Senior Chen, but the two of us against one of you, I refuse to believe you can still remain so calm!"
The frenzied beast Bi Bei seemed more steady, with fierce eyes like bronze bells, staring at Ye Wuzong.
At the next moment, the two rushed out together, creating a fierce whirlwind behind them.
Two-on-one.
It looks like they are planning to hold back Ye Wuzong, while the rest of the people, under the leadership of the ghost-level disciple who controls the Dead Water Styx, are attacking the disciples of the Zongshi Mansion.
Ye Wuzong stood still, looking at the two people rushing towards him with a calm gaze.
Just at this moment -!
A cold radiance arrives, a chilling blade, cutting through the sky.
Ye Qingyun appeared next to Ye Wuzong in an instant, looking at him, and said, "Big Brother Wuzong, which one should I take care of?"
Now, the Green King can make a move!
Ye Wuzong smiled and said, "Actually, the strongest one is the guy who controls the dead water of the Styx, but between these two, the muscle guy is stronger. But his blood soul happens to be a beast, and the Blood Lin Sword in my hand loves to drink the essence blood of warriors like him..."
"Understood!"
Ye Qingyun nodded heavily.
In the next moment, his figure disappeared instantly from the original place, like a dazzling blade aura, heading straight towards Lu Tiange.
Compared to Lu Tiange, Ye Wuzong believed that Ye Qingyun had a slightly greater chance of winning.
In this way, he can concentrate on dealing with Bi Bei.
Ye Qingyun dragged the knife.
The cold moon knife in his hand, the cold light scattered all over the void, and also entwined on the peak of the knife.
Let the 'cold moon knife' condense countless brilliance, and draw a huge knife glow ten feet long in the air!
“You are a master of the Dao of the Sword!”
Liu Tiange, facing the 'Green King' of the Zongshifu for the first time, couldn't help but be shocked by Ye Qingyun's swordsmanship!
And Ye Qingyun is also the type of person who will definitely not waste words when he can take action, and he strikes with a direct slash.
The dazzling blade light pierced through the body of Lu Tiange!
"Soul Scorpion Step!"
However, Lu Tiange did not die. She was only injured by the sword energy, and six purple lights rose under her feet, condensing into a six-foot-long scorpion leg, moving rapidly.
"Want to hide? Can you escape?"
Although Ye Qingyun is not as domineering as Ye Wuzong, his means are also thunderous.
The most important thing for a master of the Dao of the Sword is the ability to judge before making a move.
He suddenly took a wrong step with both feet, sank down with his legs, bent his knees, and used a backhand to make a horizontal cut behind him!
"Crack!"
A woman's scream rang out.
A jade hand was cut flying!