As Ye Lucheng continued to shout hisses out of his mouth, his entire body began to retreat in a wretched manner, facing Han Qianqian's increasingly fierce attacks, he began to become somewhat powerless.
He hissed in anger and resignation, resisting!
"Support!"
As one of the dozens of men in black shouted softly, three of them instantly left behind to support the Nine Cauldrons in the sky, while the rest of them quickly rushed to Cool-Son Yeh's side.
However, the speed of those two fighting was so fast that a group of people tossed and turned for a long time before they could barely join in.
"Poof!!!"
"Giggle!"
As soon as they joined in, within a hundred rounds, only a few sounds were heard, and two heads were instantly thrown straight out of the crowd, followed by two headless bodies falling straight from above and smashing to the ground with a loud bang.
Immediately afterwards, between the backhand, four more heads flew into the sky like four watermelons.
"Grylls!"
With a cold voice, Han Qianqian's hands moved once again, his hands slightly opened, and two more people were instantly sucked directly into his palms.
"Bang!"
The two watermelons directly exploded, and the bright red "fruit pulp" immediately sprayed out like mist in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, there was another movement in his hand.
"Bang!"
The few remaining men in black were instantly turned into a bloody mist with an explosion.
Looking from afar, the place where the battle was taking place looked as if a rain of red had just arrived.
But the bright red colour was a constant reminder of the bloodshed underneath the dream.
Ye Lucheng couldn't help but swallow in his throat, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, all of them were good fighters of his own followers, but in a matter of moments ......
Compared to last time, this guy seems to have improved a lot more.
Especially the power in his hands is so pure that he feels terrifying.
"Impossible, this is impossible, your power ......," Ye Gucheng looked at Han Qianqian unwillingly, on what grounds?
He had worshipped the devil clan and even acknowledged his master, and only now did he have this kind of power, he also thought he could match Han Qianqian, but on the contrary, once he exchanged blows, he found that Han Qianqian's power had steeply increased by a few more notches.
This was not right.
Only he, Cool-Son Yeh, was supremely gifted and qualified to greatly improve himself in a very short period of time, what made him Han Qianqian?
He was nothing but a waste!
He was not qualified to compete with himself!
Thinking of this, Ye Gucheng's entire being turned hysterical, his extreme inner resentment sending his entire being into a complete frenzy.
With a roar of rage, Ye Gu cheng directly pounced on Han Qianqian.
Han Qianqian smiled coldly, facing the raging Ye Gucheng, but at this moment, he did not choose to make a hard attack, instead, he gently gave way, after perfectly avoiding his attack, his hands suddenly exerted a force, and at once, Ye Gucheng's body violently lost its weight.
"Bang!"
The figure slammed into the foot of the distant mountain, and with a loud bang, the foot of the mountain exploded with flowing rocks, and dust and smoke rolled around.
The woman in green's eyes looked straight, the two had fought earlier, their movements were too fast for her to see clearly, but underneath the square she could see their back and forth.
Ye Kucheng's attack was extremely fierce, and his speed was so fast that it would be hard to describe him as a bolt of lightning. However, with such a fast speed, Han Qianqian seemed to be like a turtle walking!
In order to use his strength to the limit, or perhaps to intentionally humiliate Ye Qucheng, Han Qianqian obviously waited for Ye Qucheng to rush in front of him, his fists and feet less than a millimetre away from his body, before suddenly turning sideways and completely dodging his attack!
There was only one possibility for such an extreme manoeuvre.
That was that Han Qianqian had reached a level of confidence in himself and in his control of the battle. And obviously, the confidence stemmed from his own ability.
Cool-Son Yeh was not an ordinary expert, but a top-notch one, she had fought him and she knew it better than anyone.
But Han Qianqian could remain so calm, and she really did not know to what terrifying degree Han Qianqian's strength had reached.
Staggering and struggling, she crawled out of the mound of earth, and Ye Qucheng's eyes were all filled with anger and disbelief.
Why?
Why?
Why was this?
Looking at Cool-Son Yeh's wretched appearance, the three men operating the Purple Cauldron glanced at each other in fear, followed by a violent withdrawal of energy from their hands, allowing the Purple Cauldron to make a last stand against the Heavenly Flame Moon Wheel, and then fleeing with great speed towards the outside of the mountain.
Bang!
As the three withdrew their power, the Purple Cauldron barely clashed with the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel jade sword for but a few moments before it was completely reduced to pieces in the air with a booming explosion.
"Brush!"
The jade sword spun across the air and changed its direction before attacking directly towards the three black-clothed men who had escaped.
Seeing this, one of the men in black immediately moved his hand and directly slapped the chest of a man in black next to him, causing his body to fly backwards and directly meet the incoming jade sword, before speeding up and fleeing outwards.
"Pfft!"
The poor man in black, with his eyes wide with disbelief even to his death, looked at the two figures already far away with resignation and disbelief, swallowing his last breath.
At this moment, Han Qianqian moved slightly ......