Among the young warriors of the Four Great Clans who charged forward.
There were War Masters and War General Martial Artists.
However, under Ye Qingfeng's Wind Thunder Sword.
Blood splattered, and heads flew.
But, after all, Ye Qingfeng was seriously injured, how many could he kill?
Moreover, these so-called Four Great Clan disciples were not core figures. Some were even guest martial artists hired with money.
So, even if some were killed or injured.
The Clan Leaders of the Four Great Clans were not too heartbroken.
At this moment, the sky was gathering dark clouds, as if a thunderstorm was about to break.
It was as if even the heavens could feel the brutality of this place.
Under Ye Qingfeng's sword.
Corpses piled up like mountains.
But, the injuries on Ye Qingfeng's body were also not optimistic.
Every time Ye Qingfeng swung his sword.
A wound was left on his body.
After several rounds.
Under Ye Qingfeng's feet, the corpses piled up, and blood flowed like rivers.
