Chapter 2101
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The sky had just brightened, and there were very few pedestrians in the Heifeng Stronghold. Birds flew through the air and pounced on the ground, hunting for their favorite food.
Ye Qinghan didn't care about the few pedestrians passing by. He escorted the carriage with more than thirty masters and thirty odd coachmen, and they quickly came to a place not far from the Heifeng Stronghold. Vigilant, he finally found something wrong.
Ye Qinghan waved his hand to stop the carriage. He saw that there were more than ten powerful masters of the Upper Plane scattered on both sides of the Heifeng Stronghold. They looked a bit like adventurers, but they didn't have much killing intent. He slowly spread out his Divine Sense and felt that there were some people whose cultivation was vague. He couldn't grasp them at all.
"Are there many masters in the Heifeng Stronghold?" Ye Qinghan frowned and asked.
The old employer often took this route, so he was very familiar with the Heifeng Stronghold. He nodded and said, "There are many masters in the Heifeng Stronghold. They have accumulated a lot of wealth and resources over the years, so they have many masters of the Upper Plane."
Ye Qinghan touched his nose. He wasn't sure if these people were from the Heifeng Stronghold, so he rested on the plains outside the valley for about two hours. The number of pedestrians gradually increased. They were all people who often traveled between the two Holy Lands. Ye Qinghan observed them for a while and found that they didn't have any special expressions. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go while there are many people."
Whoosh!
Hyah!
The coachman rushed the tamed ferocious beasts quickly to the valley. Ye Qinghan and the others guarded the carriage like an ordinary mercenary group. They had more than thirty masters, which was the best anywhere. They were confident that the Heifeng Stronghold couldn't stop them.
However, everyone's hands were holding their divine weapons, especially Lin Wutian. The hilt of his sword was out of the scabbard. His eyes were like swords, looking deep into the valley.
"Master, something is wrong. Shouldn't the people who are blocking the road be a group of small fries? Why don't these people look like them? " Lin Wutian frowned and looked at the people in the distance. They were dressed very plainly. Although they hid their cultivation, their temperament didn't change. These people's cultivation was definitely not bad.
Ye Qinghan was silent for a while before he said in a low voice, "Everyone, be alert. I also feel that something is wrong."
Although his voice was low, more than 30 people heard him. Ya 'er Saint took out the Scepter of Power. His golden eyes flashed as he followed Lin Wutian closely.
Hum!!
The flute on Ye Qinghan's waist suddenly vibrated, producing a crisp sound as if it had sensed a murderous intent.
At this moment, the entrance to the back was blocked. The experts who had been wandering around all surrounded them and quickly closed in.
The tamed ferocious beast felt threatened and quickly rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the hinterland.
Whoosh!
In all directions, at least eighty to ninety black-clothed men appeared. They all wore demonic masks, and cold killing intent filled the air. The adventurers and merchants who were still in the valley of Black Wind Stronghold were all stunned.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Whoosh!
In an instant, the group of black-clothed men didn't attack Ye Qinghan and the others. Instead, they quickly killed the other innocent people.
Ye Qinghan's Yin and Yang Bagua Taoist Robe quickly recovered and he held it in his hand. His divine sense covered all directions, and everything within a hundred miles was under his control. He found a white-haired old man holding a demonic bow. The aura he exuded was actually stronger than Zhang Yingshi's.
"Be careful. They are all experts," Ye Qinghan said in a deep voice.
The aura of the white-haired old man holding the demonic bow could be inferred that his strength was definitely comparable to the three deans of Sky Reaching Cult. Coupled with the support of the demonic bow, his strength was far beyond the three deans.
"That's the Demonic Bow of the Heavenly Demon Cult! They are from the Heavenly Demon Cult? "Ya 'er Saint was shocked.
"Princess, they aren't from the Heavenly Demon Cult. Their aura isn't the traditional demonic art of the Heavenly Demon Cult. However, that is a genuine Heavenly Demon Bow, an eternal sacred tool. We will escort you out of the encirclement. Once you escape, don't look back. Just run." An old man from the Ouxi Sacred Ground quickly said.
Thirty-two people quickly surrounded Ya 'er Saint, fearing that she would have an accident.
Whoosh!
One hundred and eleven black-clothed men all stood out and surrounded Ye Qinghan and the others.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before they could open their mouths and reveal their identities, the other party held a crossbow and shot randomly. More than thirty coachmen were killed, and the rest of the crossbow bolts were shattered.
"Sirs, this old man is the steward of the Shangguan Noble Clan in the Xiahou Sacred Ground. This old man often passes by this place with the two young masters. The Black Wind Stronghold has a very good relationship with us. Is there some misunderstanding?" The old man's face was pale. He protected the two middle-aged men and the little girl behind him as he spoke in a low voice.
But the group of black-clothed men didn't say a word. Beneath the mask, the gray-haired old man's face didn't show any emotion. He slowly drew his Sky Demon Bow, and the black bolts on the crossbow were aimed at Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed. He clenched his fists and stared at the old man with white hair. He took a defensive stance and said in a low voice, "The two protectors of the Heavenly Demon Cult and I have a good relationship. Are you from the Heavenly Demon Cult? If you are, please open the path. Just tell me what you want. "
"I … want your lives!" The gray-haired man's voice was exceptionally cold and hoarse. His deep voice was vast and mighty. He then said, "Kill! Leave no one alive! "
Whoosh!
Boom!!!
The Heavenly Demon Arrow left the bowstring and destroyed everything in its path like a bolt of lightning. It reached Ye Qinghan in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
Ye Qinghan's veins bulged as he slashed the tip of the Heavenly Demon Arrow. The two terrifying auras instantly shattered all the carriages. Even the treasures in the carriages were turned into powder. What was even more terrifying was that the attack was dozens of times stronger. It directly sent the people of the Ouxi Holy Land flying and their formation was completely disrupted.
Bam bam bam!!
Boom boom boom!!
Ye Qinghan retreated dozens of steps. The footprints under his feet were as deep as a finger. His wrist was shaken and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes. He trembled violently and let out a long roar.
The gray-haired old man was also shocked. He didn't expect that the arrow from the Heavenly Demon Bow didn't seriously injure Ye Qinghan and only made him retreat more than ten steps.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Boom boom boom!!
A hundred and ten black-clothed experts shot out tens of thousands of arrows at the same time, flooding the valley. Many arrows pierced through the mountain rocks and shot into the mountain. Some of the sharp arrows pierced through the experts' armor and slightly scratched their skin, causing waves of miserable screams and angry roars.
Extreme poison!
"There's poison … Don't let the arrows touch you." Yar Sheng was shocked and loudly reminded.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!!
Another sharp arrow pierced through the employer and killed the girl behind him. She didn't even keep her body. The terrified expression on her face before she died ruined her beautiful temperament.
"My son!" A middle-aged man screamed and rushed to catch the girl's broken bones. Unfortunately, there was no hope of saving her.
Hum!
Lin Wutian unsheathed his sword and pierced the clouds. The sword light shot straight into the sky and the Sword Qi swept across. It directly razed a mountain to the ground and killed its way into the depths.
Ye Qinghan held the Heavenly Demon Sword and took a deep breath. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and killing intent rose.
"No matter who you are, you will stay here today."
Ye Qinghan growled and the aura on his body changed abruptly. The Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand dissipated. He had used the Sacred Finger of Destruction. The airflow in his body surged strangely and affected the momentum of heaven and earth.
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