The Divine System Draws the Sword Billions of Times

A dozen men watched this scene, and they were frightened.

Even if you want to break your head, you won't think that Yang Qi's head is so hard.

"you you you you……"

The man who hit Yang Qi's head heavily with the contract weapon broadsword was even more frightened to the three souls and two souls, and seven souls but six souls.

"Guess it," Yang Qi faintly looked at the man in front of him, "Will I use his own way to treat his body?"

Hearing this, the man's strength was drained by something, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, even when he fell limp to the ground.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Qi laughed.

"It seems that you are still afraid of death."

After speaking, Yang Qi put his hands in claws and placed them on top of the man's head.

Gently twist!

Click!

Just listen to the sound of a cracking skull.

The man's life disappeared forever.

When the remaining dozen men saw this, they were as if they were in Infernal Purgatory at this moment.

At this moment, there is only one idea in their minds, and this idea is to escape.

However, they have not had time to start.

Eleven people fell to the ground.

Their death is terrible!

At this moment, there is another man standing there,

A warm current overflowed between the man's legs.

"Little brother, no no no, elder brother, no! Uncle, senior, sir!"

The man knelt on the ground with a thud, howled, and slapped himself hard.

"Please let me go, I have no choice but to do it, I am not a human being, I am not a human..."

What the man said made Yang Qi smile.

"Since this is the case, then I will let you run sixty feet first. If you can survive, it will be your luck."

Yang Qi slowly spoke to the man.

The man was startled, of course he didn't expect Yang Qi to say such a thing.

"Senior, you...but what you said is true?"

The man looked at Yang Qi in amazement.

Although he ran sixty feet first, he knew that Yang Qi was terrifying and would definitely catch up with him.

but……

There is finally hope of survival.

"Of course, I stand still and don't chase you."

"Senior, haven't you been chasing me?"

The man looked at Yang Qi.

"Yes."

Yang Qi nodded.

The man was overjoyed, thinking that if he kept not chasing me, wouldn't he let him run for his life?

Yue Qingge, who was on the side, was also puzzled. She didn't understand why Yang Qi wanted to let this man go.

"Go ahead."

Suddenly, Yang Qi said to the man.

Hearing this, the man quickly got up from the ground, and then began to flee frantically.

"Senior, why did you let him go?"

Yueqing Ge is really curious.

The corner of Yang Qi's mouth rose slightly, and he spoke slowly:

"Do you really believe in your eyes?"

Yue Qingge was stunned, not understanding what Yang Qi meant.

"Fifty-seven feet;"

"Fifty-eight zhang;"

"Fifty-nine feet;"

Yang Qi muttered to himself.

Yueqingge was even more puzzled. Why did the senior tell how far the man ran?

Just after the man ran out fifty-nine meters, a cold light flashed before Yue Qingge's eyes.

A horrible sword light swept out!

Now, Yang Qi is a Level 61 Spiritual Venerable, and the Thousand Blades of Magic Sword can cut out 61 feet of light.

Before Yue Qingge could react, a scream like a pig-killing resounded.