This was a punch from a strong man at the peak of the Martial Emperor.
Duan De was only at the sixth or seventh level of the Martial King Realm. After receiving such a punch, all that was left would be flesh foam and bone residue.
Therefore, this guy rolled and crawled to the side to dodge.
boom!
The fist light hit the ground, the explosion sounded again, and the whole ground shook, like an earthquake.
After this punch, Su Qiye looked at the second punch that Yang Ye was about to throw.
"You are too weak." Su Qiye shook his head and sighed, looking disappointed.
Being looked down upon by a ninth-level Martial King who was less than twenty years old made Yang Ye feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.
This was the first time that he was looked down upon like this and made constant sarcastic remarks.
Wang Churan watched from the side, clutching the pendant in her hand, ready to take action at any time.
If she strikes again this time, she won't miss like the first time. She will definitely hit Yang Ye in the head.
"You little bastard, go to hell!" Yang Ye waved his right fist directly.
Even though his right fist had been punched with a hole by Wang Churan before, this guy still endured the severe pain and struck.
In fact, he himself also understood that if he could not deal with Su Qiye, he would probably be in danger today.
It can be said that he is extremely depressed in his heart now. He did not expect that he would encounter such a situation, and he might actually fall here accidentally.
Boom~
As soon as this punch hit, a large purple aura lit up around him, dispersing a lot of the strange black fog around him, making it look hazy.
A creature that looked like a giant bear emerged, its whole body glowing with purple light.
The giant bear punched directly, the air felt distorted, and a large amount of spiritual light came with it.
At this time, Su Qiye stood still and didn't look like he was going to move.
Although everyone says they are fighting, they have always focused their attention on this place.
They are all watching this battle, wanting to see clearly what the outcome of this battle will be.
Because the outcome of this battle is related to the life and death of our side.
Duan De's eyes were fixed on him. In fact, this guy was already ready to escape.
Once something goes wrong, he plans to run away, even if he encounters hell creatures, there is nothing he can do.
Wang Churan's heart was in his throat, and Qinghan, the swordsman, was also paying attention.
When everyone saw that Yang Ye's fist had fallen, but Su Qiye still didn't make a move, or even prepared to make a move, everyone panicked.
What is this scenario?
Why doesn't Su Qiye take action?
Everyone was shocked, and at that moment, their hearts were suspended.
"Brother, aren't you going to take action?" Duan De was a little scared and asked quickly.
However, Su Qiye still didn't move. Seeing that the fist light was only thirty meters, twenty meters, or ten meters away from Su Qiye.
When there were only about five meters left, Su Qiye raised the corners of his mouth.
"Let you see whose attack is the fastest." Su Qiye said with a smile.
After saying that, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed between his eyebrows. The area covered by that light was not large, only the area between his eyebrows.
However, with a quick effort, the golden light condensed into a small figure in an instant. This small figure was the size of two palms and held a golden sword.
"Let me go, what is this?" Duan De was shocked when he saw this scene.
He did not expect that a little golden figure would appear from between Su Qiye's eyebrows.
At this moment, not to mention Duan De, Wang Churan, Daoren, the four of them, Mo Wuchen, Yang Ye, and Zhao Kong were all shocked.
No one knew what was going on.
At this moment, Wang Churan suddenly felt shocked.
"This is the soul! The strength of his soul has reached the heavenly level!" Wang Churan was shocked. She had already thought about what was going on with Su Qiye.
As soon as she said the words, the whole place seemed to be silent in an instant, and no one could hear any sound.
Even the whistling fist light seemed to be temporarily silenced.
What is the situation?
Yang Ye's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"This... how is this possible! He is less than twenty years old, how can he release his soul!" Yang Ye has reached the holy realm after all, so he knows much more about the soul than others.
When the little golden man slashed at him with a sword, he already understood what it was. At the same time, he was panicked and felt that his heart was about to jump out.
At this moment, he wanted to withdraw his fist and escape.
However, it was too late.
This little golden man, the soul of Su Qiye, arrived in front of him in an instant like thunder and lightning.
Chi!
The golden sword pierced directly between his eyebrows.
Buzz~
At that moment, Yang Ye felt a tingling sensation in his eyebrows, and even saw a scene where he was pierced between his eyebrows by this sword in the soul space.
"No... you dare to kill me, Purple Moon Holy Land will not let you go!" When this guy was about to die, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
call out!
There was a purple light in that mouthful of blood, something like a sleeve arrow, which instantly hit Su Qiye's right shoulder.
In an instant, Su Qiye felt a stinging pain on his right shoulder, as if he was struggling, but it soon disappeared.
"What is this?" Su Qiye was confused.
But at this moment, Yang Ye fell directly backward.
The huge purple fist he fired, including the giant purple bear behind him, immediately dissipated.
boom!
The only sound left in the audience was the sound of Yang Ye falling to the ground, and the dull sound shocked everyone.
Zhao Kong was even more dumbfounded. He had a look of astonishment on his face. He originally wanted to fight with the Gunman, and wanted to fight to the death with the Gunman.
But he didn't expect that his master, a strong man at the peak of the Martial Emperor, would be killed directly!
"No! Master!" Zhao Kong roared directly, his face distorted.
The remaining monks in the Purple Moon Holy Land, who were Yang Ye's disciples, all shouted heartbreakingly.
Now that Yang Ye is dead and their master is dead, it goes without saying that their fate will definitely be miserable.
At this time, Su Qiye withdrew the Scarlet Sky Sword with a calm look on his face.
Everyone around them looked at it.
Wang Churan, sword man Qinghan, sword man, crossbow man, spear man, Mo Wuchen, Duan De.
Everyone looked at him without saying a word. From their eyes, it could be seen how shocked they were.
"Brother, what...is this skill of yours? Can you teach it to me?" Duan De asked eagerly.
