The scene became chaotic again, and many monks were deeply shocked when they saw Su Qiye's aura when he took action.
Just one sword can cause the red dragon to emerge, although everyone knows that this red dragon is probably just a condensed shadow of spiritual energy, not the real red dragon.
But no one dared to take risks, mainly because the aura released by Su Qiye was too strong, and the sound of the dragon's roar vibrated in all directions, making them feel a strong sense of fear in their hearts.
Therefore, these guys would rather run away than dare to fight.
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected!
"Don't fucking run away!"
At this time, those few in the Martial Saint realm were facing tremendous pressure from Ye Qingtian and yelled angrily.
When they saw the disciples on their side fleeing in all directions, they all ran for their lives in a panic and were not even angry.
In their opinion, as long as the monks in Longlou Mountain all unite and work together, then Ye Qingtian and the others may not be able to take advantage.
At the very least, they won't be able to directly sweep and push like before, and they can also stop the opponent's strong attack.
It's a pity that the monks in Longlou Mountain are too timid and don't dare to step forward at all.
Even there are some timid ones who want to beat Su Qiye hard.
But as soon as he made a move, he was directly cut off by Su Qiye's sword, blood sprayed out, and the pungent smell of blood wafted away.
The monk was directly struck to death by Su Qiye's sword.
This scene was seen by other monks, and their eyes almost popped out, and their little hearts were beating fast.
That was a Martial Emperor Realm cultivator, a strong man of the seventh rank Martial Emperor!
Monks of this level have certain positions in Longlou Mountain, with high salary and respected status.
Therefore, after this blow, the remaining Longlou Mountain monks who were still hesitating all ran away without saying a word.
Because no one wants to die!
"Stop all of you! There is only one end for you running now, and that is death!" A seventh-level martial saint pulled out the sword from his waist and shouted angrily with wide eyes. This guy's words were full of anger.
He really hates that iron cannot become steel. Among these monks, there are dozens of Martial Emperors.
If they attack together and stop Ye Qingtian, Su Qiye and others will die.
Even if you can't beat him, you can still fight in a group. You can't be chased and beaten all the time.
"Elder, run quickly, we can't defeat them!" A monk did not forget to shout while running.
The few martial saints in Longlou Mountain were already very angry. Now that this guy had to say something again, the hearts of these martial saints were about to explode.
"You bunch of losers!"
An eighth-grade Martial Saint cursed angrily, spitting wildly, and his face turned red with anger.
However, as soon as this guy finished speaking, Ye Qingtian had already raised his sword to kill him.
"Aren't you losers?" Ye Qingtian's voice was cold, with a hint of joking.
When everyone heard what Ye Qingtian said, their expressions changed, and Ye Qingtian directly slashed with his sword.
The sword light flashed, and a huge sword crossed the sky, as if it was going to cut a hole in the sky.
boom! boom! boom!
puff! puff! puff!
After one strike of the sword, all eight Martial Saints were sent flying.
There are strong and weak among them, so the degree of injuries is also different.
But without exception, they all suffered heavy injuries, and the sword light almost split their bodies in half.
Blood sprayed in the air, and bloody rain seemed to fall over the entire sky.
This is the difference between a strong person in the Imperial realm and a Martial Saint realm.
Even if it's just a sword, the other eight people can't resist it!
"you……"
Among them, the eighth-level Martial Saint level slammed the ground with his sword. After sliding on the ground for hundreds of meters, he knocked down several houses. Then he barely stopped, but he stared at Ye Qingtian's eyes. Zhongman was unwilling to give up.
Although he knew that Ye Qingtian was very strong, he did not expect that Ye Qingtian was already so strong that he could not face him.
Under this situation, these eight Martial Saints were in despair.
They all suffered injuries of varying degrees. Some had blood spurting out from their arms, and some were vomiting blood after being hit hard on their chests.
The opponent only used one sword and crushed them directly.
It can be seen how big the gap between the two sides is.
"I'll give you another chance. Come on together." Ye Qingtian said lightly.
Although his words were plain, the aura with which he spoke was very powerful.
It gives people an unquestionable feeling, and instantly creates a strong sense of fear in their hearts.
Therefore, as soon as these words were spoken, the eight seriously injured Martial Saints no longer thought of fighting.
Their psychological defenses collapsed instantly.
If it weren't for the ancestral land behind them, they would have run away long ago.
"I think we should calm down. If anything happens, we can sit down and discuss it. There is no need to take action." A seventh-level martial saint suddenly said. This guy was a little eager when he spoke, his face was pale, and there was a deep cut on his stomach. Deep sword marks.
Now he can only think of ways to delay time and wait for the ancestors in their ancestral land to come out of seclusion.
By that time, even though Ye Qingtian is very strong and is an emperor-level expert, they don't have to be afraid at that time.
Because there are many secluded ancestors in the ancestral land of Longlou Mountain. If just a few of them come out, their fighting power will be extremely unparalleled.
When these ancestors of Longlou Mountain were in retreat, those with the lowest level had all reached the peak of the Martial Saint!
"Yes, brother, let's talk about it carefully. Maybe there is some misunderstanding here. Let's sit down and explain everything clearly and resolve all the conflicts!" Another seventh-level Martial Saint realm also nodded and spoke.
This guy was still bleeding and had several sword marks on his body. Although the injury was not particularly serious, it made him very uncomfortable.
There is still the remaining sword energy in the body, and he wants to tear it apart directly.
That feeling made him very painful. Even if it was like this, he could only endure it.
"Haha, is this the only way you people in Longlou Mountain are like this? Once you get scared, do you start making peace?" Ye Qingtian's sneer grew louder when he heard these words.
The contempt in his eyes was even stronger.
At the same time, Su Qiye had already picked up a sword and led a group of them to kill the group of monks in Longlou Mountain.
Su Qiye has one sword and one person, like a god of war.
Wherever it goes, no one can stop it.
With one sword slash, even a dozen or so Martial Emperors did not dare to parry, and could only turn around and run away immediately.
Because there are too many lessons learned, if you don't run, there is only one outcome, and that is death!
"Stop talking nonsense and go in!" Su Qiye said coldly at this time, the murderous aura in his eyes gradually rising.
