Ye Xingchen did not run too far, only one step away from Murong Rong. Seeing the crowd coming, his eyes were still cold and ruthless murderous intent.

"Swoosh!" Suddenly, he suddenly pulled out the blood and slashed at the person in front.

Although the younger brother knew Ye Xingchen's horror, his boss gave the order but he did not dare to disobey. Seeing Ye Xingchen slashing at him with a knife, he felt a sense of fear in his heart and instinctively raised his sword to resist.

Ye Xingchen sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the bloody battle that was falling rapidly suddenly changed direction and instantly appeared on the little brother's right hand holding the knife!

With a "swish!", Ye Xingchen cut off the man's palm with a knife, and a blood fountain surged out. The man was about to scream, but he saw the blood slash appear in front of him again. Then a sword light flashed by, and he felt a pain in his neck. He wanted to open his mouth and scream, but he couldn't. He even felt that he seemed to fly, but his consciousness gradually blurred.

With a knife, the man's head flew into the sky, and a bright fountain of blood spurted out on his neck, making the surrounding people covered with them. Ye Xingchen took a step back slightly and avoided the bright red blood.

One blow kill, the audience was shocked again. With such a sharp, terrifying and fast sword technique, no one is afraid. In broad daylight, a head just fell down like this. How can it not be shocking?

With just this sword, no ordinary person dared to approach Ye Xingchen. In their hearts, Ye Xingchen was like a ferocious and invincible demon god, and he could avoid as far as he could.

It was amazing. Ye Xingchen made this sword, and a vacuum area several meters wide formed in front of him. No one from both sides entered this area again. Even Cai Yuanhong and others looked at Ye Xingchen with surprise. They were all thinking about whether they could avoid this sword.

However, Ye Xingchen was not the only demon god in Xingyao Society. Zi Feng's eyes were faint purple, and his figure rushed into the crowd instantly. The purple moon knife in his hand lingered and reversed, and bursts of purple sword lights appeared. Another head rose into the sky, and another blood fountain surged out, the sky collapsed and the earth was cracking, and the murderous aura was full of murderous aura...

What is even more terrifying is Wang Xiaohu. He has a black iron stick weighing more than 100 kilograms in his hand. As soon as a young man rushed forward, the machete in his hand greeted Wang Xiaohu. Wang Xiaohu snorted coldly, raised the stick in his hands, and smashed it at the little man.

"Dang!" Wang Xiaohu smashed the little brother's machete with a stick, and the huge stick body hit the little brother's head.
Chapter completed!