Chapter 649: Earthen Chicken and Clay Dog

Zhao Yiming's answer was so domineering that it also dampened the morale of these people. Thinking about the opponent's record, it really gave them a headache.

In fact, in Zhao Yiming's eyes, these people are nothing more than local chickens and dogs. He now has the cultivation of the ninth level of the Grandmaster, and apart from their numerical advantage, what else can these people do.

Kong Ming shouted loudly: "You are too arrogant, uncle. I'm here to kill you." As he spoke, he jumped out, raised his hand and punched Zhao Yiming in the face.

Zhao Yiming didn't even raise his eyelids. He flicked his sleeve and slapped it on the other person's arm. The sleeve not only broke his arm, but the powerful force directly shocked him to death.

Song Wenjing also shouted loudly at this time, leaped into the air, stepped on the opponent's shoulders with both feet, and wanted to twist the opponent's head off.

Zhao Yiming slapped her hand casually and swatted her away like a fly. She landed right next to Kong Ming and made no sound.

This shocked everyone. The other party killed two of their masters so casually, and everyone couldn't help but feel frightened. This was an arrow that had to be fired even if it was on the string.

Wu Changyun immediately shouted and said: "Why should we talk to him about the rules? Let's all come together and beat the old master to death with random punches. We will also pile him with people to death."

After hearing his words, Zhao Yiming snorted coldly from his nose. These guys underestimated the strong masters. Even among thousands of troops, as long as the strong masters did not seek death themselves, they could escape unscathed.

What's more, this ragtag group of people just gave him Shura points. Facing these people rushing up, he slapped two palms in succession, which were the Ice and Fire Palms.

In an instant, the number of people was reduced by two-thirds. Some people were roasted directly, while others were all frozen into ice cubes.

If the one who survived hadn't been quick to see the opportunity and had decent strength, he might have been wiped out in one fell swoop. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear.

I don't know who shouted. These guys immediately dispersed and ran towards the surrounding jungle quickly. In the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.

Zhao Yiming ignored these little minions, but focused on the dozens of people in front of him, with a sarcastic smile on his face and said: "You really think there are so many people useful! It's your turn now."

Wang Qi also felt that his throat was dry. Although they were both strong masters, he could clearly feel the difference between the two sides. However, he knew that he could not run away now. Those people could run away, but they did not pursue them.

He said in a low voice: "I didn't expect Master Zhao's kung fu to be so strong. This time we are offended. Everyone is running around in the world. There is no need to kill them all!"

Zhao Yiming curled his lips and said: "You are really a bear bag, so you are so timid. But I am exactly the opposite of what you think. I have no habit of leaving enemies behind. Just accept your fate!"

Wu Changyun shouted: "Do you think we are the trash just now? Go to hell!"

As he spoke, three funeral nails struck Zhao Yiming's chest like lightning. Seeing a golden light flash on his chest, the three funeral nails bounced back extremely quickly, directly piercing his heart.

Xu Jun and Yin Hao shouted at the same time, holding a short sword in each hand, and led the rest of the people to rush towards Zhao Yiming. These dozens of master-level masters were quite impressive.

There was finally some sparkle in Zhao Yiming's eyes, and the Blood Soul Frost Knife appeared in his hand. With a smile on his face, he directly used the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques.

Everyone felt a flash of sword light in front of their eyes. Zhao Yiming seemed as if he had not moved. However, a streak of ice condensed on the throats of each of these people, and then they fell down one after another.

The faces of Wang Qi and the three others were pale. They originally wanted to seize an opportunity to make a sneak attack while Zhao Yiming was fighting with these people, and maybe they could be successful.

After all, even if the three of them face these dozens of master-level masters, it doesn't mean that they can kill each other by just killing each other. It will definitely involve most of their energy.

But they didn't expect that not only was the other party's cultivation superb, but his martial arts skills were even more terrifying. They didn't even understand how the other party used the sword just now, and all of them died.

The most important thing is that in the legends of Jianghu, Zhao Yiming's most powerful thing is his pair of fists, not the weapons in his hands, which means that the opponent has not yet made any real moves.

In fact, they had misunderstood. Although the Thirty-six Heaven-shaking Fists combined with the Heavenly Book of Forgetting Love was still Zhao Yiming's strongest attack method, when it came to the level of killing, the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques were the most suitable for group fights.

Zhao Yiming put away the Snow Soul Frost Knife and looked at the three people in front of him with a smile. These three people were now completely discouraged. It could be said that they no longer had the courage to fight with him.

No matter what kind of master he is, once he loses his courage, if he can perform 60 to 70% of his skill, it is considered quite good.

Wang Qi was practicing iron pipa skills. He made a mistake with his hands and attacked with gritted teeth. Wu Yilong's weapons were a pair of horned dragon sticks, and they also rushed up from the side. As soon as they came up, they were like Mount Tai.

But Long Minzhu, who was supposed to cooperate with them, held the silver whip in his hand, but instead of rushing forward, he turned upside down and fled into the nearby woods like a baby swallow entering the forest.

Miao Jingfang, who had been hiding behind the door, saw the other party kill dozens of master-level masters with one sword, then quickly walked through the entire manor, killing several servants he encountered, and escaped through the back door.

These three people had little chance of winning, but now another one has escaped. Although Wang Qi and Wu Yilong secretly complained in their hearts, they could only bite the bullet and rush forward.

Nowadays, these two guys are completely frightened. Not to mention 60% to 70% of their kung fu, they have not even shown 30% to 40%.

Zhao Yiming's body swayed and he rushed into Wu Yilong's arms. His hands were covered with blood, and he thrust directly into the opponent's chest, and then pointed outwards, tearing the opponent in half.

Wang Qi was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party was so fierce and didn't even leave a whole corpse behind. He felt extremely regretful now, why did he have to offend such a evil star.

But his weakest skill is Qinggong. Even if he runs desperately, he may not be able to outrun a master-level expert. If he wants to retreat at this time, it is simply difficult to reach the sky.

His knees softened, and he knelt down with a plop, wailing loudly: "I am blind and blind, and I have offended the leader Zhao. I also asked the leader to let me live. I am willing to be loyal to the leader in the future."

Zhao Yiming had a sneer on his face and slapped him on the head. What was the use of such soft bones?