Zhang Ming smiled miserably. At this moment, he wanted to stand in front of the tombstone with a sword and protect the beloved woman who was sleeping on the ground. However, he couldn't because the words of the wanderer were still lingering in his ears.
"Don't give me nonsense, Zhang Ming, if you are a man, hurry back to Ye's house and rescue Aunt Feng..." Ye Shaohan created opportunities with his life, how could Zhang Ming let Ye Shaohan down?
At the moment of leaving, he still looked back, Zhang Ming howled into the sky, and the howl was full of helplessness.
Silently rushed towards the direction of Wu Tang, tears fell, and flew towards the solitary grave with the breeze, and fell to the ground feebly.
I hope that in the coming year, where the tears fall, a lifetime of longing and love will bloom.
The solitary tomb was swaying in the sword energy as if it could fall down at any time. In the end, the tombstone had been disconnected by the sword energy, and the entire coffin also cracked, because the coffin could keep the body from decaying.
Because of this, the beauty's face inside remained the same, and several children of the Ye family would continue to gather towards the solitary grave. The three men in black looked at them with a sneer, like a cat looking at a mouse.
The sword energy was like a torrent, and the terrifying pressure made dozens of Ye family disciples turn pale and their bodies trembled involuntarily, but there was a firm look in their eyes.
The sword energy that filled the sky swept in like a strong wind rolling leaves, and the eyes of many outer disciples revealed a look of despair.
However, at this moment, a crisp sword sound sounded, and the sword energy dissipated like water meeting fire. The people in black were stunned, and then looked back, endless pressure was forced towards the back, and the branches were falling one after another.
After being broken by the pressure, the originally dilapidated wall suddenly collapsed, and a cold and silent figure emerged, swaying, and it was Ye Shaoxin.
At this moment, Ye Shaoxin's face looked ashen, but a terrifying aura erupted from his whole body. He walked towards the three men in black, his steps were light, but there was a thunderous step sound, and the loud step sound fell into the three men.
But the eyes of the men in black were like thunderbolts from the blue, and every foot seemed to step on their hearts.
"Master Zhang Ming, I will protect you here." A faint chill flashed across Ye Shaoxin's dark eyes, and his eyes were like the cold wind in winter, blowing coldly on the faces of the three men in black.
"Nima, you are actually a dead ghost. You are afraid of hair." A man in black raised his mouth slightly, with a trace of ridicule in his eyes, looking at Ye Shaoxin with cold eyes.
Through the gap, Ye Shaoxin clearly saw the collapsed tombstone. The chill in his body became even stronger. His figure shot out in vain, jumped to the tombstone, coughed several times, blood fell from the corner of his mouth, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "
Don't be afraid, no matter how strong they are, they are only spiritual master realm warriors. Even if we are not strong enough, our combined strength will definitely not be weaker than theirs."
Even though he said this, the expressions of despair on the faces of the Ye family disciples around them did not diminish at all. The combined strength of the three spiritual masters and peak warriors was not something they could compare to.
One of the men in black sneered repeatedly, and his figure slowly disappeared from the spot. His figure almost instantly crossed the twenty-meter space. The long sword in his hand struck Ye Shaoxin fiercely in the air, and the golden long sword exploded three meters away.
The long sword energy kept jumping at the tip of the sword, like a furious beast, with bursts of light silver sound, and huge pressure slashed along the blade towards Ye Shaoxin's neck.
The terrifying aura caused Ye Shaoxin to pause. The wound that had stopped the bleeding burst open again, and blood poured out crazily.
The momentum did not destroy Ye Shaoxin's will. His body seemed to have turned into a floating duckweed and was as light as a floating duckweed, but it still seemed to have the power of a mountain that made people feel palpitated. He suddenly split the slip forward.
Even though Ye Shaoxin slashed several swords, he still couldn't withstand the offensive of the man in black. However, Ye Shaoxin still did not give up. He concentrated most of his sword energy on his chest to form a light shield, then sneered several times and touched out several strands with his toes.
With sword energy, he held the long sword straight and charged straight towards the man in black.
Ye Shaoxin's move was undoubtedly overestimated in the eyes of the middle-aged man in blue. He suddenly waved again, and the speed of the figure could not help but speed up a few minutes. The distance of several meters was reached in the blink of an eye. The domineering and fierce momentum instantly disintegrated Ye Shaoxin's offensive.
The long sword struck at the chest with the force of breaking bamboo.
The light shield on Ye Shaoxin's chest collapsed instantly, but Ye Shaoxin also withstood a lot of the offensive.
The blood mist spread, and the sharp sword energy cut through Ye Shaoxin's chest, several bones broke, and the gurgling blood immediately moistened Ye Shaoxin's entire chest.
Seeing that Ye Shaoxin was defeated with one sword, the man in black couldn't help laughing wildly. He was about to end the humble life in front of him, and slowly glanced at Ye Shaoxin, but he could no longer look away.
At this moment, he actually saw a hint of ridicule on Ye Shaoxin's face, as if he was mocking his ignorance. Is it really mocking?
Under the horrified gaze of the man in black, Ye Shaoxin, who was supposed to have no counterattack, suddenly moved his right hand, and the sword suddenly passed through his chest, and also passed through the heart of the man in black.
Even until his death, the man in black would not believe that he would die in the hands of a dying person. His eyes were full of unwillingness. As Ye Shaoxin pulled out his long sword, the man in black's body fell to the ground weakly.
"Remember, never underestimate your own strength. Even an ant can bring down a peak spiritual master realm warrior." Turning his head with great difficulty, Ye Shaoxin said intermittently.
The intermittent words gave people a kind of spiritual shock. On the ground, the corpse was still dripping with blood. At this moment, Ye Shaoxin's shaking figure continued to enlarge in the eyes of several Ye family disciples.
"Seeking death." Seeing that their companion was dead, the two men in black shouted angrily and fired at Ye Shaoxin.
Biting his lips tightly, Ye Shaoxin's figure fell weakly backwards like a kite with its string cut off. He rolled several times on the ground and stopped after hitting a fallen tombstone.
Fortunately, they avoided the offensive swords of the two men, but the two men in black became more murderous and walked towards Ye Shaoxin step by step. The long swords in their hands were hanging on the ground, and the sharp sword tips left a deep sword mark on the ground.
With every step, the man in black's momentum increased, and all the Ye family disciples, including Ye Shaoxin, spit out a mouthful of blood.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth, and the two finally stopped in front of Ye Shaoxin. The tip of their swords pointed coldly at Ye Shaoxin's nose and mocked: "Die."
Ye Shaoxin smiled indifferently, "Everyone is destined to die, as long as the death is meaningful, young master, Shaoxin is incompetent."
The long sword was slowly raised, the sword energy leaping at the tip of the sword, cutting through a few strands of black hair on Ye Shaoxin, and suddenly, the long sword fell down.
However, at this moment, there was a clear whistle, rolling from far to near. The whistle was extremely vague at first, and it was intermittent as if it did not exist.
In the end, it sounded like thunder in Ye Shaoxin's ears: "Seeking death."
Ye Shaoxin suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, looking at the place where the whistling sound came from with disbelief. There was an extremely familiar aura coming from there. He would never forget that aura in his life. It belonged to that person.
Aura of breath, in Ye Shaoxin's distracted eyes, a figure emerged from the sky...
The warm sun is like blood, and a blood shadow slowly comes from the end of the sky...
The young man in blood-clothed clothes, Ye Shaohan, had long black hair and a handsome appearance, but his calm eyes made people feel a bit cold. Ye Shaohan glanced at the collapsed tomb, his face turned cold, he tiptoed to the ground, and jumped to Ye Shaoxin's side.
The faces of the remaining Ye family disciples all had expressions of ecstasy on their faces. Ye Shaohan, the leader of the younger generation of the Ye family, had extremely powerful cultivation, which no one in the Ye family knew.
Ye Shaoxin stood up from the ground with difficulty, his face darkened, and he suddenly pulled out the sharp sword inserted in his chest. Ye Shaohan quickly took out the hemostatic powder from the empty ring and sprinkled it on Ye Shaoxin's wound, frowning slightly.
Ye Shaoxin has obviously reached the point where his fuel is exhausted at this moment. He has only relied on his willpower to hold on until now. When he saw Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaoxin's originally distracted eyes couldn't help but condense, and he said weakly: "Young Master."
"Stop talking and heal your wounds quickly." Ye Shaohan said in a deep voice, while taking out several pills from his necklace and stuffing them into Ye Shaoxin's mouth. Ye Shaohan still cared about this extremely loyal subordinate.
The elixir turned into heat and circulated in Ye Shaoxin's body. As a result, Ye Shaoxin's complexion also improved slightly, and he said weakly: "Master, I'm sorry I didn't protect Aunt Feng. However, Master Zhang Ming has already gone to Wutang to protect Aunt Feng."
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As he spoke, a stream of blood bubbles poured out from the corner of Ye Shaoxin's mouth, and Ye Shaoxin's face became paler.
He bent down and re-erected the collapsed tombstone. Ye Shaohan waved slightly and said to the two Ye family disciples: "You two help Shaoxin to a safe place."
The two outer disciples nodded respectfully, and one of them held Ye Shaoxin's hand.
In this regard, even though Ye Shaoxin was unwilling, he was still taken away, and there were several Ye family disciples at the scene.
Regarding this, Ye Shaohan said calmly: "I can deal with the men in black here. You can leave first and find a safer place to heal your injuries."
But those who responded to Ye Shaohan were firm faces. As a descendant of the Ye family, there was no way he could back down.
But who always has a sacred place in their heart, that is home. Even though they are weak, these Ye family children want to protect this home with their own hands, and a feeling of admiration arises spontaneously.
Ye Shaohan nodded slightly and said, "Then you guys stay here and try to kill the fish that slip through the net."
"Yes." Being able to fight side by side with the number one genius of the Ye family, a feeling of pride arose in the hearts of several Ye family disciples.
"Hey, this kid is so crazy." The two men in black looked at Ye Shaohan with gloomy expressions. Ever since Ye Shaohan arrived, he had simply ignored them.
However, before the two of them finished speaking, Ye Shaohan quickly pointed forward with his left hand. The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and the sword energy shot out. In the horrified eyes of the two men in black, a blood hole appeared from the two men.
It emerged from the forehead.
At the same time, the bodies of the two people were crushed to pieces by the sword energy in vain, turning into flesh and blood all over the ground, which looked extremely bloody. At the same time, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but look towards the outside of the courtyard.