Supreme Martial Artist

Obviously, if you are stabbed by this sword, your body will be directly torn into pieces, leaving no life left at all.

Xuan Zhao and Wang Feng both shouted in unison: "Brother, be careful!"

However, the two of them are unable to join the battle to save them now.

But Ye Xinghe's expression was calm, without the slightest trace of panic.

He just stood there and let the golden dagger stab at him fiercely.

The next moment, in Zeng Changqing's proud and fierce eyes.

The golden dagger pierced Ye Xinghe's body fiercely.

There was a ‘boom’.

Ye Xinghe's body was torn into pieces and disappeared into light spots.

Zeng Changqing was so proud that he laughed wildly and said: "No matter how strong you are, you won't be killed by me with just one sword!"

"No matter how crazy and arrogant you are, damn it, you really think you are invincible!"

He proudly vented his emotions and roared again and again.

But suddenly, he found that Xuan Zhao and Wang Feng outside the magic circle were looking at him with strange expressions.

Or to be precise, looking behind you.

If Zeng Changqing felt something, he turned around in shock.

Then he yelled in panic as if he had seen a ghost: "You, how can you be alive?"

"Weren't you killed by me just now? How could you still be alive now?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Ye Xinghe flicked his fingers and said with a smile: "It's a bit difficult for you to kill me."

The next moment, he pounced directly on Zeng Changqing and said coldly: "Kill me once, and you will have a taste of being killed by me!"

As he spoke, he punched out.

No tricks, plain and simple.

But every blow carries a strong powerful force of the origin of the world.

The power of the world's origin was smashed out fiercely.

Every time Zeng Changqing had to face an all-out attack from the origin of the world.

Zeng Changqing was knocked back by the first blow.

With the second blow, Zeng Changqing was pushed to the edge of the magic circle, unable to retreat.

With the third blow, his fists were shattered and twisted, causing him to scream in agony.

In the fourth blow, his sternum was shattered by a punch, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

After four punches, Zeng Changqing was seriously injured.

Ye Xinghe stepped on Zeng Changqing's broken bone, looked down at him, and said calmly: "If there is anything else you haven't told me, tell me now and I will spare your life."

Zeng Changqing shook his head and said: "Kill or behead you, I've told you everything I know."

However, Ye Xinghe did not kill Zeng Changqing.

Instead, he fell into deep thinking.

"What are Zeng Jueyue's meaningful words referring to?"

"Does it mean me, or someone else?"

Seeing that Ye Xinghe seemed to have no murderous intention towards him, Zeng Changqing became more courageous.

He said loudly: "I have told you, can you let me go?"

Ye Xinghe slowly shook his head.

Zeng Changqing became anxious and said sternly: "You don't mean what you say!"

Ye Xinghe said calmly: "I only said that I won't kill you after you say so, but I didn't say that I would let you go."

Ye Xinghe retreated suddenly and left the formation.

Then he said to Xuan Zhao and Wang Feng: "You two change shifts at six o'clock. Please work hard. During this time, you will take turns to keep an eye on him. You must replenish the power of the magic circle at all times. Don't let him escape."

Wang Feng and Xuan Zhao both nodded solemnly.

It was rare for them to see Ye Xinghe look so serious.

Naturally, I knew that he took this matter very seriously and did not dare to neglect it.

Next, time passed quietly.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed.

Zeng Changqing was imprisoned in this formation for ten years.

In the beginning, Zeng Changqing yelled every day.

He cursed heaven and earth and threatened Ye Xinghe wantonly.

After the people get out, they will be killed by the nine tribes.

Later, when it turned out that the threat was ineffective, it was changed to coercion and inducement.

Later, he was unmoved by threats and inducements, so he had no choice but to beg.

Unexpectedly, these people are really insufferable, and I can’t even beg them.

In the end, Zeng Changqing was desperate and accepted the reality.

I practice meditation every day.

Then he stared at Xuan Zhao or Wang Feng.

Big eyes stare at small eyes.

Ten years later, at the top of the lonely peak, Ye Xinghe stood up and exhaled loudly.

Slowly let out the filthy air in your chest.