Whoosh! Several more sword shadows came toward Ye Du. Two small blades appeared on Ye Baifan's left and right hands without any stagnation. Infuriating Qi surged in the palms of his hands, and Ye Baifan threw his hands forward.
Swish! Another two rays of white light shot out, followed closely by two screams.
The people in green clothes around looked at that thin figure in horror. In their eyes, the trash could actually kill four companions.
However, it was precisely because of this that the men in green were angered. The sword shadows shrouded them like a dragnet, and the descendants of the Ye family who came over started another fierce battle.
Even though he was able to kill several people in Tsing Yi by surprise, the true energy in his body was almost exhausted. Ye Baifan looked at the sword shadows with great reluctance. How great would it be if his bloodline was awakened?
Even so, Ye Baifan did not retreat, because behind him stood his father. At the same time, Ye Baifan instead took a step forward, using his weak figure to resist the terrifying sword shadow.
A look of ferocity and despair appeared on Ye Du's face. At this moment, Ye Du's right hand suddenly shot forward, hitting Ye Baifan hard.
Poof! Ye Baifan spat out blood and rolled to the right in a panic. After rolling several times, Ye Baifan's roar suddenly sounded: "No!"
At this moment, Ye Du's entire body was completely exposed under the shadow of the sword, his eyes were blood red, Ye Baifan rushed towards Ye Du crazily, but those short few meters seemed extremely far away at this moment.
"Child, please forgive my selfishness!" At the last moment, Ye Du slowly closed his eyes. His selfishness was that he did not want Ye Baifan to die in front of him...
A look of despair appeared on the faces of the Ye family children. This despair was in sharp contrast to the sneers of those in Tsing Yi.
However, no one noticed that above the void, a figure appeared, dressed in black robe...
A look of despair appeared on Ye Baifan's face, and there was blood seeping from Ye Baifan's mouth.
However, no matter how desperate or angry they were, they could not stop the sword shadow that filled the sky.
The pedestrians who were watching in the distance also shook their heads and sighed. The rules of this world are that the weak eat the strong, even if they are angry, it doesn't matter.
When he was about to die, Ye Du couldn't help but recall his father's words before his death: "Child, even though I am dead, I will pass on the spirit of protecting the family. You are all in our eyes."
Dead leaves, and we are the sparks that ignite the prairie fire, and you will also be the sparks that ignite them in the future."
"No" Ye Baifan's voice suddenly interrupted Ye Du's memories. Ye Du suddenly opened his eyes and saw a figure standing in front of him, that was Ye Baifan's figure.
Ye Baifan held Ye Du's huge long sword and swung it with his thin body in an attempt to resist the sword shadows. The sound of explosions could not be stopped.
His arm was numb from the shock, and blood stains ran down his fingertips. Ye Baifan's eyes were always so firm. People become very strong when they want to protect the most important person.
Sword marks appeared on his body, and the long sword was released. Ye Baifan's body staggered back a few steps, and he suddenly bumped into Ye Du.
The sword net like a dragnet fell from the sky again. Just when everyone thought that Ye Du and Ye Baifan were bound to die, a plain voice suddenly sounded: "Broken"
This plain voice resounded in everyone's ears like thunder, making everyone's eardrums hurt. In everyone's incredible eyes, the sword shadows in the sky disappeared, and the sky became as clear as usual.
Snowflakes were still falling, and eyes with different emotions were looking around. To everyone's surprise, no one of them appeared.
"Destroy!" Several rainbow-like sword energies came down from the void. Those in Tsing Yi who had not yet reacted were killed immediately. At this time, everyone's eyes looked towards the void. Black robes, black
The cloak, as long as ink and the extremely dazzling silver mask.
Seeing this, the Ye family disciples were all shocked, and endless fighting spirit surged from their originally desperate faces.
Ye Jiajun from the Ye family is here.
Wearing a martial robe and making hunting noises, Ye Shaohan looked at the corpses on the ground, endless killing intent pouring out of his eyes. In an instant, countless ice crystals condensed on the entire void.
There was no nonsense at all. Nonsense seemed so stupid to Ye Shaohan. Holding an ordinary iron sword with one hand, Ye Shaohan took a step forward. In just the blink of an eye, Ye Shaohan's figure reached the size of Ye Du.
, the strong wind generated by the fast movement blew against Ye Shaohan's long, holding the sword in one hand, Ye Shaohan remained silent, sometimes just silence is enough to intimidate people's soul.
Looking at that not-so-tall figure, Ye Du and Ye Fanbai felt a sense of relief for some reason, as if as long as the person in front of them was here, today's matter would be enough to solve.
Raising his right hand slightly, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly, and his soul power poured out like water. At the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure also turned into a gust of cold wind. The dull iron sword now showed its ferocious side, and the wild goose passed by.
There was a sound, the sword left traces, the blood lotus was in bud, and the extremely thick smell of blood floated in the air. Wherever Ye Shaohan's figure passed, people in Tsing Yi were destined to fall to the ground in large numbers.
There is no mercy at all. Wherever the sword passes, several lives will definitely be taken away. Although his eyes are closed, the perception of Ye Shaohan's soul is clearly the same as seeing it with his own eyes.
Those people in Tsing Yi who were still alive were shocked to find that the people in Tsing Yi lying on the ground all had extremely eye-catching sword marks on their necks, and their throats were sealed with a sword.
In just a few seconds, there were originally seventy or eighty people in Tsing Yi, but now there were only about twenty left. The contrast between before and after was staggering.
His figure was slightly sluggish, Ye Shaohan's eyes slightly raised, and he suddenly took a step back. Almost at the same time, a sword light came out from where he was just standing. In the surprised eyes of everyone, a man also dressed in Tsing Yi
A middle-aged man emerged, and an extremely powerful aura erupted from the middle-aged man. Except for Ye Shaohan, everyone took a few steps back.
"Spirit Emperor Realm Warrior?" The faces of the passersby who were watching were all shocked. These two people were both Spirit Emperor Realm warriors. Thinking of this, the faces of the passersby who were watching showed looks of expectation.
"Can you finally take action?" Ye Shaohan's indifferent gaze was directed at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was not afraid at all and met Ye Shaohan's sharp gaze.
"Are you from the Ye family?" the middle-aged man said, but as soon as he said the words, he realized that he had asked an extremely stupid topic, but he did not expect that Ye Shaohan would answer very seriously: "Yes."
In this regard, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. At the moment when he was suspicious, Ye Shaohan suddenly struck out in front of him, and with a sword, an extremely dazzling white light flashed between the sky and the earth.
Everyone closest to Ye Shaohan closed their eyes. Everyone who was trapped in the darkness heard a sudden metal-like collision sound, followed closely by the sound of dripping.
At the moment when everyone was confused, everyone opened their eyes again, but just for a moment, dull expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
In their line of sight, Ye Shaohan stretched out his sword with one hand and looked away from the long sword. The long sword suddenly pierced the middle-aged man's neck. Everyone could vaguely see the middle-aged man's frightened expression and shock.
The gasps sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.
Easily disposing of a warrior at the first level of the Spirit Emperor Realm, Ye Shaohan kicked his feet with no trace of pride on his face. Taking advantage of the moment when the men in Tsing Yi were stunned, the long sword suddenly stabbed out several times in succession, ruthlessly reaping the men in Tsing Yi.
His fate and master's demeanor were not reflected in Ye Shaohan at all.
The screams of their companions made the sluggish people in Tsing Yi react. At this moment, a tacit understanding was reflected among the people in Tsing Yi. Almost at the same time, the remaining people in Tsing Yi fled in all directions, trying to escape from Ye Shaohan's hands.
In response, Ye Shaohan sneered again and again. The iron sword he held suddenly exploded. With a swing of his right arm, the iron pieces containing his true energy came out forward. In everyone's shocked eyes, those iron pieces broke through Qing Yi's human body.
The zhenqi shield outside finally submerged into the bodies of the people in Tsing Yi. Before the screams could be heard, the bodies of these people in Tsing Yi fell to the ground weakly, with blood staining the ground.
Blood spurted out like a fountain. Ye Shaohan took a step forward with his right foot. He casually grasped the long sword on the ground with his right hand and rushed toward the ruined attic.
Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, a sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and the already precarious attic collapsed, and the huge wooden pillar rushed towards Ye Shaohan in vain.
The high rotation of the wooden pillar caused a sharp sound of breaking wind, and where the wooden pillar crossed, an extremely deep pit appeared on the ground, and slush splashed everywhere.
The corner of his mouth was slightly curled, without giving in at all. Ye Shaohan still held the sword in one hand, with his body lying flat. Driven by the long sword, his body shot out like an arrow from the string. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the tip of the sword and the
The wooden pillars came into contact, and in an instant, an explosion suddenly sounded, and the huge wooden pillar was split from the middle and fell to both sides.
The wooden pillar fell to the ground, stirring up snow and slush all over the ground, and the body of the man in Tsing Yi who was pressed underneath was so miserable that no one could bear to look at it, lest they would be disgusted.
The dust caused by the collapse of the attic blocked everyone's sight, and the sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded. With Ye Du's eyesight, he could only see a figure ### from the ruins of the attic, and that figure walked towards the distance in an extremely embarrassed manner.
When the figure floated in mid-air, everyone realized that there was a Spirit Emperor realm warrior hidden here, and this Spirit Emperor realm warrior obviously did not belong to the Ye family.
A breeze emerged from the soles of his feet, and Ye Shaohan's figure rose to the sky in vain. He held a sword in one hand and looked at the extremely embarrassed figure with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"The person I want to kill cannot escape." There was no domineering tone, just a plain sentence was enough to represent Ye Shaohan's confidence.
He took a step forward unhurriedly, and like a shooting star, he streaked across the sky in pursuit of that figure, and in just the blink of an eye, he was behind that figure.