The fields outside the town were shaking violently, the rocks broke again, the streams flew randomly, and the white bamboo forest that turned into powder was shaken high in the sky, and the gray-white powder was raging in the blue sky like sand and dust.

The sky became gloomy. Under the gloomy, white clouds from all directions slowly gathered above the town, like boiling water placed on a heater on a teapot. No matter how much it rolled and stirred, it would not dissipate.

A drop of rain dripped from the clouds, like a sword falling from the sky gate, instantly penetrated the distance between the sky and the earth, and came to the earth, dripping onto the handful of gray-black ashes under Ye Qi.

The part of the ashes soaked by the rain did not turn into mud, but disappeared on the ground along with all the ashes.

Thunder sounds emerged from the sky, thousands of times more powerful than any sound in the world. Ye Qi's gray-white eyes swept into the sky.

The drunkard has long been separated from the category of human beings. He is either an ordinary practitioner or a Buddha. The Master is his descendant. He has lived once a eternal night and has lived for many years. It is a legend and a legend. If it weren't for Ye Qi, he would have lived longer.

Such an existence is more meaningful to the world than any practitioner above the five realms, but he died...

The butcher could break the formation by half a knife, but after seeing the death of the drunkard and the change in the sky, he threw the knife to the ground and hugged his head and started crying. This kind of crying was not because the drunkard died and was crying sadly. In fact, people like him had long abandoned this innate human emotion.

He was surprised, afraid, and mocking... Every emotion and mood were extremely strong and complicated, so he cried.

"Hahahaha... The disciples of the academy actually use Taotie. What is even more unexpected is that they dare to grab food from Haotian's mouth, and I'm so stunning that I laugh..."

Ye Qi did not seek Taotie from Liansheng, nor did he ask Ning Que who came back from the wasteland, but he had read the Shazi scroll, the "Gray Eye" technique recorded in it, the Ming scroll, and there was also a third senior sister who treated him well. The third senior sister was once the leader of the Demon Sect. It was a very simple thing for him to make up for some of the defects of Gray Eye.

He ignored the butcher, let out a cicada chirping in his body, and rose from under his feet, spreading out two huge light blue cicada wings, covering the entire town.

After the thunder, the thunder was about to drop, but there was no glorious meaning on the dark clouds, and a torrential rain fell.

The rain passed through the cicada's wings, and countless bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground. The town could vaguely see that there was an instant mud flow in the original ditch.

Ye Qi walked in front of the butcher holding his head and crying, and asked, "Do you die?"

The butcher wiped the rain and tears on his face, picked up the knife again, and said, "Actually, I don't have to die. I am not like a drunkard, running faster than Chen. I will have great use. For example, if I cut dozens of knifes, I can kill the head of the lecturer to death. I can learn from the Master and cut off all the peach blossoms all over the mountain to eat. If I said before, you can treat it as a fart."

Ye Qi said coldly: "I thought you were less afraid of death than a drunkard. Now it seems that it is similar to him, but now I can also pierce the body of the head of the preacher after dozens of swords. As long as I am willing, I can go to Taoshan to cut some wild peach blossoms to drink at any time. When I kill you, it will be easier to do these things. So what's the use of keeping you?"

The butcher's hand holding the two swords was trembling, and the sharp blade was trembling. A few strands of air that were pushed away by the knife flowed, making a whistling sound of wind, which aroused the fine sand wet from the rain on the ground. The mist and fine sand exploded beside him, like pieces of broken ice crystals.

The tremor of a person's body often means fear in his heart. Ye Qi said it very well. It is useless to keep the butcher. The butcher also understood this. When he faced Ye Qi who "eated" the drunkard, he did not have a trace of his desire to resist. Just like many years ago, he met an old man with the drunkard. Although he did not agree to the old man's request, the drunkard took out the good wine and roasted two lamb legs himself.

However, the knife in his hand had to be cut out because he didn't want to die.

The butcher suddenly roared, holding his flesh knife, as if a man who was yelling with a knife because of a quarrel with the neighbors. The rain stopped due to his power, and the two huge cicada wings in the sky had rugged ripples.

The butcher who decided to fight desperately was undoubtedly the most powerful time for the butcher, so he did not use his knife, and the fine sand left in the air was even more broken by him. He was running, and the ground was like a thousand horses running wildly, and the vibrations on the ground were even more violent than those born after the death of the drunkard.

While running, he raised the knife in his hand. The heaven and earth naturally had an extremely sharp aura with him. Then the huge cicada wings were broken by the knife intent, and the thick clouds in the sky were also broken.

The dark sky seemed to be cut open a gap, but no, it was indeed cut open a gap.

...

Ye Qi raised the sword in his hand, and his gray pupils cut off the sword in his hand without any emotion.

After being baptized by the divine light of Haotian, he practiced martial arts in the previous time and space that merged countless wonderful methods in this world. After entering the academy, he learned from the twenty-three-year cicada given by Yu Liang in the old bookstore. His body was no less than that of the butcher. Because he saw far enough, he had been facing the most powerful people in the world after coming to this world, and his will was also tenacious enough.

After killing the drunkard and devouring the drunkard's cultivation and mental power, he did not take a long time to refine it to transform it into his own cultivation. So when he asked the word "death" by the butcher, the butcher would be afraid and draw his sword under fear.

The cultivation of the drunkard is transferred to a person who is not inferior to that of the drunkard. How terrifying is it that monster?

As soon as Jian Twelve was cut off, it appeared on the butcher's knife as expected. Then the butcher's knife was broken and cracked into countless thousands of pieces. Then, the butcher's hands were cut into blood mist by Jian Twelve.

...

Jian Twelve stopped, not because Ye Qi had good thoughts about the butcher who didn't want to die, but because

The butcher's efforts could only do this.

The butcher looked blankly at the sword that stopped in front of him. Suddenly, he looked up at the crack in the sky that was broken by his sword intent. He raised his bloody arms and pointed at Ye Qi, as if he felt that he was at the end of the road. He said crazy: "Haotian has sensed it, and your cicada wing barrier has long been broken into pieces by me. I see how you will compete with Haotian for food?"

Ye Qi glanced at the sky and said mockingly: "Is that true?"

Just as Ye Qi finished speaking, thousands of sword energy were born again in the field, countless times more sharp than any previous one. Each sword energy turned into substance, covering the sky and chopping towards the butcher.
Chapter completed!