Imperial God Emperor: 0234, killing people like mowing
"What's going on?"
"Where's the ice?"
"What happened? I can't move ..."
Sect Jiang Hu everyone screamed.
The young armored Sang Fusheng was a little stunned.
The pain in imagination didn't come.
Eye can see things.
Sang Fusheng looked at the thorns of Tribulus terrestris which almost stabbed his eyes. He stopped suddenly at a distance of a hair, and then heard the exclaim of these villains, then he lowered his head and was watching Go to the layer of frost on the ground ...
Frost?
This Cold Qi ... seems to have been seen somewhere?
Sang Fusheng paused and suddenly realized something.
The eyes of his originally's weary eyes suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.
Then he saw the image of a figure in the eyes of the black dog bear brave man's terrified eyes.
Bai Yi (white-clothed) is like jade, and black hair is like a waterfall.
It's a figure that is extremely familiar.
Ye Qingyu!
Marquis Ye!
Sang Fusheng was stunned.
Almost at the same time, Qi Yong screamed in horror like a pig, and cut through the entire prison room.
"Ye Ye Ye Ye ..." Qi Yong finally saw the white figure that stepped in from the door step by step. The handsome face of Ying Wu was enough to make countless girls sleepless, but in his eyes, this is undoubtedly this. One of the scariest faces in the world, he screamed aloud, "You ... Ye Ye Ye ... Ye Qingyu!"
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Ye Qingyu ignored Qi Yong's screaming and wailing as if castrated.
He flicked his fingers.
Four ice snowflakes ejected, and the shackles on the hands and feet of the young armor Sang Fusheng were shot directly.
"How about, can you hold on?"
When he said this, the human already came to the young little officer like lightning.
Sang Fusheng knew that this sentence was what Ye Qingyu said to himself.
The young armored man opened his mouth and laughed with pride: "No problem."
The hands and feet are slightly exerted, the wound is cracked, and the blood is sputtered, but the person is already broke off the broken shackles and jumped off the torture frame. A puppet, almost fell down, and he supported the torture frame in one hand. He spit out blood foam, grinning his lips, and said, "Damn, almost was killed by these dogs ..."
Next.
In the palm of Ye Qingyu, already covers the forehead of the young officer.
Small officer already is in a semi-comatose state, his body is shaking and struggling violently, and he has no perception of everything outside.
"I've been here for a while, and I've been watching behind the door." Ye Qingyu didn't turn back, slowly injecting inner yuan into the body of the small officer, and then said quietly: "His condition is a little bad, When I came, I found that already was a little bit old ... so, I can only tolerate it first, let them use torture, stimulate his last energy, and stimulate the power of his life, before I can save people and take away Life is on the front line, for its life! "
Speaking, Ye Qingyu backhanded.
A piece of long robe was taken from space Interdimensional Pouch and thrown to Sang Fusheng.
Sang Fusheng took over the long robe, and wrapped himself around the body with all kinds of dense wounds, took a deep breath.
Hearing this, he understood for a moment, then came to understand that the original Marquis Ye was explaining to himself, could not help but be a little moved by panic, and quickly said: "Hou Ye Gaoyi, what you do must have a reason, floating. I have heard from my general that you do n’t need to explain to subordinate what you did, even if you do n’t do it today, subordinate has no complaints.
Under the infection of Liu Zongyuan, he admires Ye Qingyu for a long time.
Especially when I heard Ye Qingyu talk Sect a few days ago, and killed Five Poisons Young Master and others with thunder, it excites the righteous in Youyan army. Sang Fusheng already is one of the true worshippers of Ye Qingyu.
After a while.
"Whoo ..." The young officer finally opened his eyes.
He exhaled a long breath, his body trembling violently, and finally stopped.
Ye Qingyu is relieved.
He's not a doctor, but he knows a little bit about saving people.
When I saw the young little officer on the torture rack at first glance, he knew that he was too injured to return to the sky, so he got along with this method. When the little officer was tortured, he didn't make a shot, and waited until he couldn't bear it. It was with great pain and the body instinctively released the last force of life that it was shot with deep mystery, using the most common way of Martial Artist to continue his life.
The little officer slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he saw Ye Qingyu, he froze.
It looks a little dazed, and a little bit confused.
"You are ... Ye ... Marquis Ye, you ..." He has seen portraits of Ye Qingyu.
Ye Qingyu smiled, and said, "Don't talk, rest first." Spit out a Cold Qi in the palm of his hand, and instantly frozen the iron torch directly into scum. The silver frost covered the scar on the officer's body, stopped the bleeding, and then Hugged him gently and placed him on a stone bed next to him, covering his fleshly naked body with another long robe.
Small officers are seriously injured and need systematic treatment.
After all this, Ye Qingyu looked at the young armor Sang Fusheng.
Sang Fusheng's strength is countless times stronger than a small officer. His blood is as strong as a bear, so his condition is much better. After slightly adjusting his interest rate, already can move freely. The long robe already on his body is saturated with blood, but he looks like I didn't even notice it. I was in good spirits.
"Sir, what shall we do next?"
His body is straight, like a javelin.
Even when he was seriously injured, he still maintains the posture of a real soldier, with a bow in his body.
This is the true sergeant of Youyan army.
Ye Qingyu glanced at Qi Yong and others who were scared by the ice-fixed on the spot, and said quietly: "How to do it? Of course, do what you want to do ... leave one or two live mouths." /
Sang Fusheng stays.
He immediately laughed happily.
"Xie Houye."
He salutes.
Then turn around and walk towards Qi Yong.
"Look at you one by one, it ’s so ugly to laugh, come here, be happy ..." Sang Fusheng squeezed his fingers, blood dripped from his fingertips, and the joints came from the rattling sound/noise, moving his shoulders. , Slowly walked over and smiled and said, "Isn't you just having fun just now? It's my turn now, come and accompany me and have fun again!"
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My God! !!
How is that possible! !!
When the silver frost spread like water patterns throughout the torture room, and everyone's figure was fixed, including those 7-star masters guarding in the passage, the temperature in the cave suddenly fell. Freezing, they looked at a straight figure of Bai Yi (white-clothed) with their own eyes. They didn't know when it appeared at the entrance of the cave. It was like a **** of death with a bitter chill, walking in step by step.
"Ye ... Ye Qingyu !!"
The 7-star clan, headed by Qi Yong, swallowed a mouthful of fear.
They couldn't believe their eyes, how could this legendary ice **** of death appear here.
When Ye Qingyu was treating young officers, no one dared to speak.
Indescribable fear drowned each of them.
Since this time, everyone in the Jiang Hu Sect in Youyan Pass has never heard the three characters Ye Qingyu. Absolutely not. Hundreds of Jiang Hu Sect have used their own blood and bones to achieve the supreme name of Ye Qingyu. Now [You Yan Yiye] This nickname, let alone Youyan Pass, even on the Jiang Hu road of the entire empire, already has enough deterrent power.
The Qi Yong people present were very clear in their hearts, and they were not tied to this [You Yan 一叶] opponent.
They just stay here for torture.
The top expert who really sits here happens to be out today.
Here is originally. No one can resist Ye Qingyu, even if it is a half move.
In addition, the moment Ye Qingyu appeared, the entire torture chamber was sealed with the force of ice, and no news was sent.
They are like lambs to be slaughtered.
So when you heard Ye Qingyu's "Do what you want to do most", Qi Yong and others seemed to be caught in the neck of the sickle of death, and the blade-like cold made them despair.
The cold words are like the decree of death. Each word is full of endless coercion and anger. Qi Yong and others just feel that their whole blood must be shaken by the other party and cannot flow, a fear that is difficult to restrain. Make them all tremble.
Sang Fusheng was the first to come to the black dog and strong man.
This brawny man with thick black hair and Aura has an ugly expression on his face. He opens his mouth, but already can't say anything ...
"Look, the retribution is coming fast!"
Sang Fusheng laughed, picked up another iron tribulus on the stand, and smashed it with his backhand.
Blood splatter.
The head of the black dog bear brawny was directly smashed into a watermelon.
The young armored man is fierce and merciless.
There are several Sect disciples next to already. They screamed in fright, crying for mercy. Although they have also experienced Jiang Hu killings, and have seen bloodshed and death, most of the time, such fate is They imposed it on others, such as the torture torture Sang Fusheng and small officers this time. The **** and cruel scene was more shocking than smashing his head with an iron tribulus.
But when such a fate came upon them, fear instantly drowned them.
"Hey, I say you guys, all of them claim to be Jiang Hu guys, can you not make such a fuss?" Sang Fusheng frowned, then thought seriously, and said, "Stained with blood, eh ... It seems really violent to be so bad. "
He then looked around, picked up a rusty machete, and choked in his hand.
Oh!
Blade light Flashed.
The head of a Jiang Hu person next to him flew up.
"Sometimes with a knife ..." Sang Fusheng nodded with satisfaction, then wrist shocked, the sword light rose again, the head of another person in Jiang Hu also flew up and down, blood surged like a fountain.
Murder is like mowing.
This is a soldier who has been sharpened on the battlefield of Demon Race.
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