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Ye Yongqiang was not dead but was severely injured. More importantly, he suffered a mental breakdown. From the perspective of soul collapse, he looked a bit crazy and could no longer join the battle.

"Kill! Everyone must die! Everyone must die!" Ye Yongqiang was lying on the ground, shouting with his eyes closed, blood spurting out from the wounds all over his body, but he still kept struggling.

Several medical staff were pushed away by him, preventing anyone from getting close.

Compared with ordinary players, he is very strong, even if he is injured.

This also made the medical staff timid and afraid to move forward.

Su Changxing walked forward, stopped Ye Yongqiang's struggle with one hand, looked at him and asked, "Do you still recognize me?"

Probably shocked by the powerful strength, Ye Yongqiang immediately calmed down, opened his eyes, and stared at Su Changxing blankly:

"The... chief?"

He seemed to recognize him. Under such circumstances, he still recognized Su Changxing.

This is not easy.

Su Changxing looked at him, was silent for a while, took out the crazy blood from the Buddha and Demon from his pocket Galaxy, and poured a drop of it into Ye Yongqiang's mouth.

If this continues, there will be no difference between Ye Yongqiang and death. He can only give it a try.

There is a certain probability that the blood of madness can cure the collapse of Ye Yongqiang's soul, but there is also a certain probability that it will kill him.

However, if he does this, Ye Yongqiang will definitely lose control of his mind and turn into a monster, so there is no choice.

Immediately afterwards, Su Changxing rushed towards the frontal battlefield with the flower umbrella without stopping. It was estimated that Zhou An could no longer withstand it. Not only Zhou An, but also the entire frontal battlefield of Seventeen showed a collapse situation.

Lin Xiuyu also triggered a death curse on the battlefield on the west side of the mountain ridge. The surging blood energy could be seen from a distance, mixed with black mist like a colorful cloud.

If this continues, it will probably be a lose-lose situation for both parties. No one can get a better outcome, and it is also a situation that no one wants to see.

After all, they are all human beings, and they even have the same goal, but they have different wills and different paths, so conflicts arise.

Such conflicts are unavoidable, just like wars of all sizes in human history. Wherever humans exist, there will be wars. Wherever life exists, there will be struggles.

This is probably the essence of life.

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Blood infected the ground, and fresh corpses were piled on the ground one after another, forming corpse piles of various sizes.

Zhou An stood in the middle of these piles of corpses, with his back straight and his tattered coat flying in the wind. He glanced sideways at the old man's corpse hanging on the flagpole with his peripheral vision, then laughed wildly and shouted to the front:

"How could you ever be my opponent? You are just a bunch of mediocre people. If you escape, you will come back. There is no place for you here."

Standing in front of Zhou An were sixteen people in black uniforms. They all held a blue-black long sword in their hands. There were old and young, men and women, but their auras were very similar. If you don't pay close attention,

If you feel it, you will mistakenly think that they are the same person.

They are the sharpest swords in the church. The sixteen swordsmen of Tianmai use sixteen different but similar fields to match each other to create the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword Formation.

The Extraordinary System has developed to a mature stage and can already cultivate fixed fields in a fixed way.

This Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword Formation has a very long heritage. It comes from Saint Mo in the ancient times. Originally, only those in the First Saint Realm could use it.

However, after continuous improvements by later generations, it is now possible to use sixteen monks who have entered the divine realm to coordinate their fields. The power is so great that it is not impossible to kill a saint.

In the black mist, sword blades were flying all over the sky, constantly intertwining in a regular pattern, forming a pressure of momentum, suppressing the demon to death.

The Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword Formation is majestic, and it is even more powerful if sixteen people use it together.

This was specially prepared for the devil Zhou An, who must be killed. As long as Zhou An is killed, Shi Qi will probably be defeated.

Facing the sky full of sword blades, Zhou An only had one sword and a copper-yellow flying knife, both of which were mottled with rust and looked like decay.

"Death to the devil! You will not be able to escape today. It is your honor to die under the wind and rain sword array used by our senior brothers."

The leading middle-aged man said calmly to Zhou An.

If Shinawa fought alone, none of them would be Zhou An's opponent, but Zhou An would definitely die under this wind and rain sword formation today.

Not far away, a hunched old man with a white beard looked at this scene with a smile:

"This demon named Zhou is indeed a unique genius in the art of swordsmanship. He has reached this point in such a short period of time. It is a pity. If he had not taken the wrong path, he could have been spared."

The young man in green clothes next to him asked with confusion: "Why is this? Isn't he a demon?"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just a title. Most people are not qualified to be called a devil. They have to kill people. Ordinary people can't kill so many people."

While he was speaking, the young man lowered his head and glanced at the talisman in his hand, and his expression changed drastically: "Master, on the battlefield in the east, Tao Yunzhi, Tao Baibai, Hui Jia and others were all wiped out!"

"They seem to have new helpers entering the battlefield, most likely the previous leader of Seventeen."

After hearing the news, the white-bearded old man's expression did not change much, because he knew that nothing could change today's situation, it was just a different process.

"It doesn't matter, let him come, I want to see what kind of character he is." The old man with the white beard said unclearly, and continued to stare at the sword blades flying in the sky, seemingly admiring them.

The young man thought for a while and asked seriously: "Aren't you going to stop him? According to the news from the National Council, this person's strength should not be inferior to this devil. I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble."

The laws of heaven in this world finally made them constrained, so they had to arrange things carefully.

The old man with the white beard still smiled and said: "If he doesn't come, I will give him a high look."

Although the young man felt guilty in his heart, he did not dare to argue at all. He nodded to show that he understood.

Facing the majestic Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword Formation, Zhou An showed no fear at all. He controlled the flying swords and struck out with one sword after another. Each one was very serious, and one sword was more powerful than the other.

"What a bullshit sword formation, let's wait and see if we can beat it!"

He roared and drew the sword faster. It seemed that he was launching an attack without thinking, but in fact he was carefully feeling the wind and rain in all directions.

He also knew that if he could not find a loophole in this sword formation, he would definitely die today!