No sword light flashed and no sword energy flew. No one present, except Ye Xiu, saw the trajectory of the armored sword, and only saw Feng Qingyang's body suddenly turned into two halves.

A Nascent Soul, which was about three feet tall, broke out and made a miserable scream, soaring into the sky and about to escape. However, the armored swordsman waved the giant sword in his hand again, and the Nascent Soul that flew out was instantly cut into pieces.

The swordsman sucked his big mouth and a huge suction force came, directly sucking Feng Qingyang's Nascent Soul fragments into his mouth. The flames in his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone looked at it all with horror.

Feng Qingyang is a master in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. He has several powerful magic weapons on his body, but he was instantly killed by the swordsman with one sword, and even the Nascent Soul did not escape.

Is this too scary?

The masters who wanted to compete for armor with Feng Qingyang stopped immediately and threw out their best magic weapon, but the ghost swordsman couldn't see it, and just waved the giant sword in his hand with one hand.

An invisible sword energy slashed out, and the magic weapons with low grades were not even able to exert their power, and they were all shattered by the sword and exploded one after another.

"Puchi!" These late-stage masters of the Nascent Soul stage spurted out blood, and they dared not continue to attack. They were about to retreat. The ghost swordsman had already swung his sword again.

Another sword energy flashed by.

These three late-stage Nascent Soul masters with similar strength to Feng Qingyang were also cut off in half.

Three Yuanying Breaking out of the body and fled outside at full speed.

Perhaps he was already full, or perhaps he had consumed a lot of strength by swinging his sword continuously. The ghost swordsman did not stop the three Yuanying from escaping, but just glanced at everyone coldly and inserted the giant sword to the ground again.

The dark blue flame in his eyes gradually faded away and returned to his previous appearance.

Everyone was frightened and felt a chill behind them.

This armor turned out to be a living thing?

But why did he not continue to take action even though he had such terrifying strength?

Could it be that his attack range is limited? Only when he enters his attack range will he attack?

Everyone was nervously looking at the armored swordsman.

I wanted to escape from here immediately, but I couldn't bear to leave this armor made of Jiuyou Cold Iron.

The three Yuanying who escaped by chance turned around and found that the swordsman was not chasing him. They stopped one by one, floating in the air one by one, looking at the direction of the armored swordsman with lingering fear.

Their bodies had fallen to the ground, and their bodies were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the magic weapons and materials they had found were also falling on the ground.

But at this moment, no one dared to step forward again?

What should I do? Am I waiting for others to watch a mountain of gold ahead? But I can only give up?

Not to mention these three masters who have lost their physical bodies, even the others are full of reluctance.
Chapter completed!