Martial Alchemy Sovereign

Zhao Yiming's right arm had been cut off, and blood was still flowing, dyeing half of his body red.    

The current situation had already reached a life or death situation.    

Zhao Yiming was Zhao Yilei's younger brother. After Wu Qicai had led Cultivating Warrior, the third level of Genuine Martial Stage, out, Zhao Yiming had been hiding in the canyon with the other new students.    

But they never would have thought that Cultivating Warrior from the Fengbo Manor would come so quickly.    

Not long after Wu Qicai and the others left, Cultivating Warrior from the Fengbo Manor rushed over and controlled them with lightning speed.    

The person who was leading the new students in Fengbo Manor was called Ye Hong, a person from the imperial city's Ye Family.    

At this moment, a mocking expression appeared on Ye Hong's face as he held a bloody treasured blade in his hand. Just now, Zhao Yiming's arm was chopped off by him.    

It had to be said that Zhao Yiming's mouth was truly tough.    

Ye Hong wanted to force out the traces of Wu Qicai and the rest from Zhao Yiming's mouth, but Zhao Yiming refused to say it even if he died.    

To coerce Zhao Yiming, Ye Hong ruthlessly cut off Zhao Yiming's arm.    

He coldly examined Zhao Yiming who was kneeling at his feet and said indifferently, "Zhao Yiming, you are a son of the Zhao Family after all, and you haven't enjoyed a lot of wealth. Do you really want to be killed like this?"    

"Ye Hong, kill me if you have the guts. "Otherwise, when this daddy comes back, I'll definitely tear you into a thousand pieces."    

Zhao Yiming's expression was extremely firm. His right arm had already been cut off, and his face was pale. The excessive blood loss caused his breathing to become hurried, and the Mystical Qi in his body was also rapidly flowing.    

"Heh heh, how could I bear to kill you? After all, I still need to use you to threaten your brother. "    

He dared to cut off Zhao Yiming's arm, but he didn't dare to kill him. After all, Zhao Yilei hadn't appeared yet, so if he easily killed Zhao Yiming and Zhao Yilei was still alive, he would definitely seek revenge.    

"You coward, you truly have no guts. You don't even dare to kill me. You're simply a coward!"    

Zhao Yiming's face was pale and his eyes were sharp. He glared at Ye Hong and roared.    

"Yeah, I'm a coward. I don't dare to kill you!" But that doesn't mean I don't dare to kill other people. "    

Ye Hong chuckled. His eyes were full of disdain as he said indifferently.    

Following that, Ye Hong slightly moved his palm, signaling the person beside him to attack.    

Indeed! In the next moment, the Cultivating Warrior who followed beside Ye Hong, was at the second level of Genuine Martial Stage. He immediately made a move and killed the Cultivating Warrior who was beside Zhao Yiming.    

With a "kacha" sound, a scarlet head fell to the ground with a "bang". Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain from the wound on his neck.    

"You deserve to die! "Ye Hong, you bastard, kill me if you dare."    

Witnessing Ye Hong's death with his own eyes, Zhao Yiming was like a madman. His eyes were filled with a mournful expression as he roared.    

"Kill you? Haha! Zhao Yiming, oh Zhao Yiming, how could I bear to kill you? Since you want me to kill you so much, then I will kill your brothers. "    

Ye Hong stared at Zhao Yiming, whose arm had been cut off, and kicked Zhao Yiming away.    

Zhao Yiming fell to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot. He glared at Ye Hong and shouted, "You deserve to die!"    

"Mm, I deserve to die, but you can't kill me. "Haha …"    

Ye Hong laughed.    

More than 20 Cultivating Warrior followed Ye Hong here.    

Although there were a hundred new Sword King Pavilion students, almost all of them were Cultivating Warrior of Genuine Martial Stage, and their strength was much stronger than the new Sword King Pavilion students.    

Furthermore, Ye Hong himself possessed the strength of the third level of Genuine Martial Stage. It could be said that they captured Zhao Yiming and the others with no effort at all.    

At this moment, Ye Hong's eyes were ice-cold. His gaze swept across the new students who were kneeling on the ground and said indifferently: "After you guys die, if you want to blame someone, blame Su Ling! Who asked him to show off so much? I have to kill Feng Shaoyu no matter what, but now, I have to slaughter all of you with Fengbo Manor. "    

"Ye Hong, you deserve to die!" Even if we die, we won't let you go. "    

At this time, Cultivating Warrior, who had a ninth level Martial Essence Stage, had a mournful look in his eyes as he glared at Ye Hong and roared loudly.    

"You bastard, how dare you slander Su Ling. If you want to kill us, kill us.    

The other person, Cultivating Warrior, who had a cultivation at the ninth level of Martial Essence Stage, had trained in the Hundred Thousand Mountain， for a long time and wanted to breakthrough to the Genuine Martial Stage.    

"That's right!" If you really have the ability, then kill us all. "    

Zhao Yiming shouted.    

A sneer hung on Ye Hong's face from beginning to end. He stared at those new students of Sword King Pavilion who were afraid of death, and chuckled: "Since you all want to die that badly, then you all can go and die!"    

Immediately, Ye Hong shouted, "Attack!"    

Nearly all of the twenty plus Cultivating Warrior who followed Ye Hong over had Genuine Martial Stage. With sharp long blades in their hands, they slashed towards the hundred over Sword King Pavilion students.    

"Crack crack crack …"    

After a few sounds.    

The sharp longblade was dyed red with blood.    

Zhao Yiming stared with his eyes wide open. He had witnessed his fellow brothers being killed with his own eyes. Their blood-red heads were rolling on the ground, bleeding crazily.    

"AHH!" Ye Hong, you deserve to die! You deserve to die! I, Zhao Yiming, swear that I will make you die a horrible death.    

Zhao Yiming was enraged to the extreme. He looked at his fellow brothers who had their heads cut off, and he completely went into a crazed state, as if he had gone mad.    

"Yeah, I deserve to die, but you can't kill me."    

Staring at the extremely furious Zhao Yiming, the smile on Ye Hong's face grew even wider. He was born in the Ye Family, and his status and identity were extraordinary.    

He didn't care about Zhao Yiming. Let Zhao Yiming insult him to his heart's content! Anyway, he didn't lose anything.    

Those new students in Sword King Pavilion, damn it, they were still going to die. Besides Zhao Yiming, Ye Hong did not plan on letting anyone go.    

It's a pity, it's a pity that Su Ling isn't here. Otherwise, Su Ling would definitely be killed as well.    

Taking Su Ling's head could even be exchanged for a set of Sky-Rank Treasure Weapon.    

"What a pity!"    

Ye Hong couldn't help sighing.    

Thinking about the Sky-Rank Treasure Weapon, Ye Hong was incomparably moved. If Su Ling was here, then Su Ling would definitely be killed by him. At that time, wouldn't the Sky-Rank Treasure Weapon still be easily obtainable?    

As their heads were chopped off, a strong stench of blood spread from the bottom of the mountain. At this moment, Cultivating Warrior, who came with Ye Hong, had his eyes bloodshot. As the blade fell, blood splattered everywhere. How terrifying! However, this feeling could not be described with words.    

After all, the people who were killed were mostly innocent people, and they had nothing to do with it.    

"Haha, kill them all!"    

Ye Hong laughed out loud. His feet were in a pool of blood, and his shoes were already stained red.    

At this moment, Zhao Yiming was in despair. He fell onto the ground and his body was soaked in a pool of blood. The ground was filled with red blood. This was the blood of a new student of Sword King Pavilion. Until now, there were only five or six new students left, including him.    

Out of the hundred or so new students, only five or six remained. This scene was truly miserable!    

"Ye Hong, just give me a quick death!" Let me die! "    

Zhao Yiming said in despair.    

"Haha, beg me! As long as you kneel down and beg me and beg me to kill you, I'll consider killing you."    

Ye Hong laughed.    

"I'm begging you, please kill me!"    

Zhao Yiming shouted with tears flowing uncontrollably out of his eyes.    

"Fine, since you sincerely wish for me to kill you, then I will reluctantly kill you!"    

Ye Hong raised the treasured saber in his hand. A trace of haze flashed across his eyes as he coldly said, "Die!"    

Zhao Yiming closed his eyes. Perhaps, for him, death was the best ending.    

However, right at this moment, an incomparably sharp sword ray came down from above and instantly slashed down.