Empress, your husband is invincible

Seeing this, Li Baijing let go of his hands in a calm manner, turned his head to avoid the spear, and at the same time stretched out his palms to pat Bai Shen's wrist.

All this is a long story, but it only happened in an instant.

Facing the joint attack of three fifth-level masters, Li Baijing retreated hastily, exposing Ye Cheng directly in front of the three of them.

"Brother Ye, I'll help you beat the crowd!
Those three, just leave me alive! "

Winking at Ye Cheng, Li Baijing ran straight towards a fourth-tier warrior with a soft sword in his bare hands.

Seeing that Li Baijing's sanity was not washed away by hatred as he thought, Ye Cheng was a little relieved, and looked seriously at the three fifth-level masters in front of him.

Looking fixedly at the exceptionally short Bai Shen, Ye Cheng grinned suddenly.

"You seemed to be very arrogant to my brother just now?"

It was as if a real murderous aura was slowly overflowing from him.

For a moment, the three Bai Shen who were facing him felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their whole bodies were so cold that they couldn't help but slow down their movements.

Struggle to hold the eight silver moon hooks in front of his body, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, Bai Shen used the hooks to wipe quickly towards Ye Cheng's neck.

"I hate others to imitate my arrogance. In the next life, remember to be careful."

Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but he couldn't avoid it.

He just raised his arms straight up, clenched his fists, and slammed down when the hook was less than an inch away from his throat!
What will happen if you use the flesh of an ordinary person to fight against the hook of forged steel?
"Keng!"

A deafening bang exploded from Ye Cheng's fist!

All ten of Bai Shen's fingers were twisted, and the hook that had killed countless people was deformed and fell to the ground...

Mori's white bone stubble pierced the skin, and Bai Shen's two palms were instantly stained with bright red blood...

Looking down at his hands in a daze, the unbearable pain crept into Bai Shen's heart.

"what!"

A heart-piercing roar sounded from his throat instantly.

"It's really noisy."

He raised his hand and grabbed Bai Shen's neck, interrupting his roar.

Ye Cheng frowned and raised his hand, Bai Shen hit the wall on the left and passed out completely.

And all this happened in an instant!

The two fifth-level masters approaching Bai Shen's side failed to fully react!

It wasn't until Ye Cheng's icy eyes fell on the two of them that they reacted somewhat.

The arm of the man on the left trembled, and the iron chain full of barbs quickly wrapped itself around Ye Cheng like a poisonous snake.

The man on the right bowed slightly, the tip of the gun shook the ground, and countless gravel and gravel shot out immediately!

Although he noticed that the barbed iron chain was smeared with poison, Ye Cheng didn't have the slightest thought of avoiding it.

Going straight to meet him, Ye Cheng stretched out his hand to grab the iron chain, and at the same time raised his leg to step on the spear.

With a twist of his toes, Ye Cheng leaped high with the help of the iron gun's elasticity, grabbed one end of the iron chain, yanked it in mid-air, and slammed his shoulder into the chest of the man on the left.

The man on the left didn't even have time to dodge, he just watched Ye Cheng's shoulder hit his chest...

"Crack..."

"puff……"

The sound of vomiting blood and the muffled sound of the bones of the chest being broken sounded at the same time, and the man who used the iron chain as a weapon flew backwards in an instant with his chest sunken.

"Can you use a gun?"

He easily dealt with the two of them as if he was strolling in the courtyard. Ye Cheng wiped away the blood stained on his shoulders, did not hide the bloodthirsty light in his eyes at all, and looked up at the last person in front of him.

The last person was the one with the spear.

There is a saying that "the year of the sword, the moon and the gun are the best", Song Cheng thought that he practiced guns since he was a child, never slack off in the cold and scorching heat, and in this world, there are no more than two hands who can surpass his skill with guns.

But now, being watched by Ye Cheng with a half-smile.

For the first time, the faith in his heart was shaken.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to use it, I will teach you."

Bending down and grasping the iron gun under his feet, Ye Cheng lightly snatched it from Song Cheng's hand.

Song Cheng came back to his senses in an instant, and in almost an instant, he fully realized that the man in front of him was definitely something he couldn't compete with!
Quickly retreating, Song Cheng almost fled.

"But apprentice, how can you kneel and salute if you can't do it? Come on, kneel down first."

Glancing at him, and fluffing out a sentence, Ye Cheng stepped forward and swept the spear.

"Crack..."

There was a crisp sound of bone shattering, and Song Cheng, who was stabbed in the calf by the twisted gun point, fell to his knees in an instant.

The calf was twisted until it was completely deformed, but Song Cheng didn't seem to feel any pain, but his face was pale and he pressed his head against the ground, trying to stay away from Ye Cheng as much as possible.

"Forget it, it's a waste to teach you, I guess Zhuang Yan is better than you."

With one foot on Song Cheng's neck, Ye Cheng only slightly exerted force on his toes, and Song Cheng rolled his eyes and passed out completely.

Putting the twisted spear on his shoulder, Ye Cheng glanced at Song He, who was almost unsteady on his feet.

Using force with one hand, the spear shot out from his shoulder in an instant!

"Keng!"

The twisted iron gun hit the blue brick wall, and then bounced back immediately, hitting Song He's leg directly.

"boom!"

Under the severe pain, Song He couldn't help kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, gritting his teeth, not even daring to groan.

Turning his head to look at Li Baijing who had already cleaned up the alley, Ye Cheng walked towards him slowly.

Lowering his head, looking at the wet Song River in his crotch, the corners of Ye Cheng's mouth rose.

"How long has it been since you heard someone scold you... grandson?"

"Grandpa, you are my real grandfather! You can scold me at any time, of course. I just ask Grandpa to spare the villain's life!"

Really unable to control the surge of fear in his heart, Song He suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed to Ye Cheng with tears all over his face.

Raising his eyebrows at Li Baijing who was walking over, Ye Cheng stepped on Song He's head and said with a smile:

"Sure enough, Bai Jing, look, this vicious and cunning fatty is afraid of death."

Li Baijing nodded with a face as watery, bent down to pick up his Qiushui sword from the ground, and walked quickly towards Bai Shen.

"Bai Jing, keep people under my command!"

Just as his sword rested on Bai Shen's neck, Zhuang Shuanglin's anxious voice suddenly came from the entrance of the alley.

Calmly raised his head, and glanced at Zhuang Shuanglin, Li Baijing actually began to hesitate.

"Go, one of these people counts as one, and all of them wear lute bones and put them in a private prison!"

Seeing Li Baijing's hesitation, Zhuang Shuanglin hurriedly gave orders to the Phoenix Feather Guards who followed behind him.

Just as he was about to meet Zhuang Shuanglin, Ye Cheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at the courtyard beside him.

"Ok?"

Just now, he seemed to have noticed a fearful and terrified look peeping at him...

Zhuang Shuanglin and Li Baijing looked at Ye Cheng at the same time:
"Mr. Ye (brother), what's the matter?"

His eyes swept over the countless black-clothed assassins who passed out in an immature manner, and Ye Cheng raised his eyes to look at the direction that caused him discomfort just now.