Medical Sovereign

"kill!"

Perhaps it was the stubborn attitude of the Saintess tribe that angered the western warriors, and these improvised warriors charged forward fearlessly.

"Thousands of Illusory Flowers!"

Ye Yingying stood at the very center of the stamen formation, and shouted in a flustered expression.

Suddenly, the saintesses in the outermost circle spun quickly, and the long swords in their hands exuded sword aura, like thousands of petals blooming at the same time, and with fierce killing intent, they slashed towards those western warriors.

ah!

Dozens of Western warriors who rushed up in the first wave flew around with their dead limbs and broken arms, and screamed pitifully from crying father and mother.

"kill!"

The big black man seemed to be a temporary commander, and he used human lives to fill it up without mercy, and shouted in English loudly.

"kill!"

The western warriors who were a little afraid to retreat suddenly shouted, and rushed up again like a tide.

"Sunny Fanghua!"

After winning the first battle, Ye Yingying's expression became much calmer, and she shouted softly like she was in the teacher's training.

The saintesses in the outermost circle suddenly drew their swords and bent down in a uniform manner, and the saintesses in the inner circle suddenly appeared and jumped over the outer circle, their snow-white sleeves fluttering, like a delicate flower blossoming suddenly. It makes people feel so beautiful that they are deeply fascinated by it.

Accompanied by this beautiful scene were the slumped figures of the second wave of Western warriors who launched an attack. Even in death, their faces were still fascinated.

"Oh dear, it's witchcraft, it must be witchcraft."

"Oriental witchcraft is terrible, nonono, I don't want to die under this terrible witchcraft, it will make me lose my soul, and I won't be able to go to heaven."

"I'm here to participate in the competition, not to die, so I quit."

"I quit too, it's horrible."

...

Due to the strange way of death of those Western warriors, some people retreated and clamored to quit.

Puff puff!

After a series of muffled noises, more than a dozen warriors who yelled to quit fell on their backs and fell heavily to the ground, with a terrifying blood hole between their eyebrows.

Everyone's pupils constricted violently, and they stared at the man standing among the corpses, wiping his crutches expressionlessly.

The man was forty or fifty years old, with deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, and full of three-dimensional facial features. He must have been a handsome guy when he was young, with rare silver-white hair, tall and tall, wearing a worn-out tuxedo, and wearing a Wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and always leaning on a silver walking stick in his hand, he has a gentle and refined demeanor. If he hadn't shot too harshly, he would have killed more than ten people in a blink of an eye. They thought this man was a man from a certain university. What about the professor.

"He is... His Majesty the Emperor Wu, Patrick!"

Finally, someone recognized his identity from his silver-white hair, his throat throbbed violently, and he shouted frantically.

Patrick looked at that person expressionlessly, pointed at Ye Yingying and the others, and said flatly, "I need the map in her hand."

"It is our honor to serve you, His Majesty the Emperor Wu!"

Crashing, countless western warriors knelt on one knee, looked at Patrick frantically and shouted as if swearing allegiance.

Afterwards, these people seemed to be endowed with infinite courage and strength, and frantically attacked the stamen array of the Saintess clan.

Although the Saintesses are proficient in formations, they use formation materials in advance to arrange formations to kill the enemy. They are not very good at such formations that require long-term cooperation to achieve a tacit understanding. Under the frenzied attacks of Western warriors, soon to be at stake,

It can only barely support it, but it is only a matter of time before the formation is broken.

The outermost protective layer has been rotated in three or four batches, but all of them are injured, their clothes are stained with blood, and a breath called despair is rapidly permeating.

Ye Yingying's face was pale, and her heart was full of remorse and self-blame. If it weren't for her arrogance and self-willedness, how could she have let the teachers and sisters fall into such a situation.

She didn't dare to imagine what would happen to herself and others if they fell into the hands of these people. In this secret realm without legal and moral constraints, it was normal for them to do anything inferior to animals.

"If the formation is broken, we would rather commit suicide than be insulted by others."

Ye Yingying painfully made the most difficult decision.

No one from the Saintess Clan answered, they just launched the battle even more desperately, trying to kill more enemies at the last moment of their lives.

Ye Yingying showed a wry smile. She knew that these teachers and sisters were blaming her. If she hadn't brought everyone to a dead end, how could they have fallen in the most brilliant season of women.

"I know I'm damned, I'm the one who hurt everyone, I'm sorry, but it's too late to say anything, I'm so sorry."

Ye Yingying uttered a mournful cry like a cuckoo weeping blood, and she jumped up into the air like a hawk and leaped out of the battle formation, like a flying fairy, with an aura of indomitable determination, ignoring the impact left on her by other people's attacks. With scars all over his body, he rushed towards Wan He who was full of panic like a mad tiger.

She hated it, if it wasn't for Wan He, how could she have landed in such a field, if she hadn't been obsessed with ghosts and refused to listen to the eighth junior sister's dissuasion and insisted on coming to the Ten Thousand Ant Desert, she wouldn't have dragged all the senior sisters into this mortal end.

She made a mistake, and death is not a pity, but she cannot accept the accusation that all the teachers and sisters were implicated by her, so Wan He, the chief culprit, must die.

Perhaps seeing her murderous intent and hatred, the big black man standing solemnly behind Patrick, the European Martial Emperor, and five other men of different skin colors did not stop them, watching the fight between Ye Yingying and Wan He with cold eyes .

Although Wan He was scared to death in front of Western warriors, he was extremely tough when facing Ye Yingying. He drew out a fan, moved around, and started fighting with her.

"ah!"

Following the stern scream of a saintess clansman, Ye Yingying turned her head to look in panic, only to see a saintess clansman was pierced through the chest by a western warrior because of her serious injuries.

The stamen burst!

Perhaps knowing that they must die, the Saintess tribe burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and potential, forming a formation of twos and twos, and launched a tragic fight with Western warriors.

Well!

Ye Yingying snorted, staggered, covered the right shoulder injured by Wan He, and fell to the ground with a clang of the long sword. The proud Wan He had a look of despair and sadness in his beautiful eyes. Could it be that before he died, he couldn't even kill the culprit to take revenge?

"go to hell!"

Seeing the long sword in Ye Yingying's hand fall to the ground, Wan He was overjoyed, waved his hand with a ferocious face, and cut Ye Yingying's throat with a fan.

puff!

Just when Ye Yingying closed her eyes and waited to die, she didn't wait for Wan He's final kill, she only felt the stinky blood splatter, spraying her all over her head and face.

He couldn't help but opened his blood-red eyes and looked suspiciously, only to see that the big black man was slowly retracting the giant machete that had chopped off Wan He's head.

"Why?"

Ye Yingying asked puzzledly.

The big black man obviously doesn't understand Chinese. A middle-aged white man beside him explained, "It's a condition for you to hand over the map to us. We will help you fulfill your last wish."

Ye Yingying's eyes lit up, and a look of expectation appeared on her face: "I'll give you the map, can you let my junior sisters go?"

The white man shrugged, showing a strange look of mockery and pity: "What do you think?"

The luster in Ye Yingying's eyes dimmed bit by bit, yes, in order to kill the grass and roots, and prevent the saintess from taking revenge on them, how could they leave any survivors.

This is also the reason why the European Martial Emperor always hid in the crowd and did not show his face until the disciples of the Holy Doctor Sect and the Holy Sword Villa escaped.

Thinking of this, Ye Yingying looked sadly at the junior sisters who fell down screaming one by one, and then looked ironically at those Western warriors who were besieging the saints with grinning faces.

These fighters may not have thought that in the eyes of the European Martial Emperor, they are destined to die, and they are not killed now, just because they are still useful.

Rumble!

There was a sudden violent vibration on the ground, as if thousands of troops were galloping, which shocked people's minds.

European Martial Emperor looked at the dust flying in the distance, frowned and did not speak, but gently raised the crutch in his hand.

The big black man nodded clearly, opened his big fan-like hands and grabbed Ye Yingying, muttering something in English.

Ye Yingying didn't understand, but she felt that he must be saying, "Hand over the map, and you can die."

She is not afraid of death, but she does not want to die, at least not yet.

Therefore, when everyone thought that she would obediently wait to be captured, Ye Yingying suddenly moved, and went straight to Patrick like an arrow from the string.

Jing Ruozhen moved like a rabbit, and Ye Yingying's unexpected actions made everyone stunned, even the movements of the big black man couldn't help but slow down a bit.

This woman is crazy? Struggling to death, trying to attack His Majesty the Emperor Wu?

This made the people around have both ridiculous and pitiful expressions on their faces.

Even the corners of Patrick's lips raised slightly, revealing a look of contempt, and he thought amusedly, this is probably what is often said in Shenzhou dialect, or is it called a trapped beast still fighting?

But at the next moment, Patrick, who had never changed his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes, changed his face drastically, and let out a furious roar: "How dare you!"

"Why don't you dare? I'm going to die anyway, so what else can I not dare to do?"

While everyone's wonderful expressions were changing, Ye Yingying held back the fishy sweetness in her throat, and pressed an extremely delicate dagger on the throat of the white man who had acted as an interpreter before, and said with a sneer.

"You...do you think that you will escape from the person who kidnapped me?"

Patrick quickly regained his composure, and said coldly with his hands behind his back.

"I don't want to escape, nor do I plan to live, but I need my junior sisters to live, let them go, otherwise, I will kill him."

The dagger in Ye Yingying's hand tightened, and a bloodstain was drawn on the white man's throat.

Patrick's pupils contracted violently, and there was a cold light in his eyes, but he said casually and indifferently: "I am not threatened by anyone, you can kill him now, he is just an apprentice, as long as I want, I can take ten or eight more at any time." .”

"Okay, since you don't care about the life of your only son, then I'll take him to be buried with me."

Ye Yingying looked at him without fear, and with a little force on the dagger in her hand, the bloody mouth deepened again, and the white man who was held hostage in pain screamed in horror.

"Stop it, you win."

Patrick finally lost his composure, and roared anxiously.

Seeing Ye Yingying stop, he looked at her strangely, and asked curiously: "How do you know that he belongs to my son, I don't seem to have ever revealed his identity."