Nalan Chenyu shouted: "Young Lord! If you don't draw your sword at this time, don't blame me, Nalan Yuchen, for being rude. The last move of sword control can kill everything in the world. If you don't draw your sword, I will
Let’s see how you stop it!”
Suddenly, the long sword that was floating around suddenly became blazing with light. At the tip of the sword, it turned into a line of faint white light, which stretched violently and circled towards Ye Fan.
Liu Chenyan was taken aback, frowned, and thought to himself: "The sword shines into silk! What kind of exquisite skills are needed to do this? Nalan Yuchen is really a difficult person!"
Seeing that the sword thread was too sharp, Ye Fan would resist forcefully, so he immediately tapped his feet slightly on the ground, swung to the right, and jumped far away.
The sword thread then went around his side, and he heard repeated soft chissing sounds. For a moment, the stone pillar that had fallen on the ancestral hall had a thick layer of hair cut off by the sword thread.
Stone skin.
Everyone in the square was horrified when they saw the power of such sword threads. They thought: "This sword thread is too terrifying. It is trying to wrap around people's bodies. How can there be a way to survive? Nalan
Chen Yu really dares to kill the young master of Daojiabao!"
Seeing Ye Fan dodge the blow, Nalan Chenyu sneered, and another ray of heavenly power shot at the long sword, and immediately another sword thread floated out.
Facing these two wisps of sword thread, Ye Fan's expression changed slightly, he cursed in his heart, and quickly jumped away. One wisp of sword thread had left him with only the ability to dodge, and now another wisp of sword thread would really push him towards a dead end.
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Ye Fan didn't think about anything at the moment. He only hoped that these two strands of sword thread were the limit of Nalan Yuchen. If he could still inspire one strand, he would really have nowhere to escape. At that time, he would attack with all his strength.
There's no guarantee that this won't cause any trouble.
Now he controls his strength within the realm of Heavenly Disciple, just because he doesn't want to shock the world too much.
After all, if people knew that a heavenly scholar appeared in a small Liujiazhuang, I'm afraid any interested person would be able to deduce that there must be something wrong with it.
This situation fell into the eyes of the onlookers, but it made them frown and thought to themselves: "What is going on with the young master of Daojiabao? He has been forced into such an embarrassing situation, why not
Use Daojiabao’s peerless sword skills to defend against the enemy?”
Some people who were even more confused started shouting: "Young Master, why don't you use a knife? Maybe you forgot to bring a knife when you went out. If that's the case, I can lend you a big knife!"
Someone next to him suddenly retorted: "What are you talking about? Daojiabao's sword is their life. The people of Daojiabao have never left their bodies with the sword. The sword is there when they are alive, and they are broken by the sword when they die. Now the young fort master does not need to do it."
Knife, of course there is a reason for him not to use the knife!"
The people in the square were already in a commotion over various disputes, but they never thought that the person above Nalan Yuchen who was fighting was not the young master of Daojiabao at all.
Nalan Chenyu had already thought clearly before he started using sword control. With his unique sword control skills, he would definitely shock hundreds of people in the square, large and small, in the villas, and he would be highly respected from then on.
After a while, if the "young master of Daojiabao" cannot make an effective counterattack, he only needs to withdraw his sword and stop the duel. Presumably, the young master of Daojiabao will interfere in the Black Wolf Mountain matter again because of his status.
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As long as the young master of Daojiabao no longer interferes with this matter, the general master of the village will be his prize.
Thinking that today I first defeated several elite disciples of Liujiazhuang, and then fought Liu Chenyan and the young master of Daojiabao. This achievement will surely spread throughout the world in a short period of time, and he will become famous. It is just around the corner, and I can't bear it.
He smiled proudly.
Nalan Chenyu had the upper hand and looked at Ye Fan with a half-smile. He had connected the two sword threads together and twisted them towards Ye Fan, quite teasingly.
He saw Ye Fan shaking the fallen stone pillars on the ancestral temple into powder one by one with his feet, looking at himself and smiling slyly, as if he had some conspiracy.
Nalan Chenyu was startled at first, then sneered and said in his heart: "At this time, it's useless no matter how you pretend to be a ghost. You can't resist my invincible flying sword with all kinds of attacks. No matter what conspiracy you have, I
Kill him with one sword."
Just as he was about to use the final blow to force Ye Fan into a desperate situation, he suddenly saw something strange on the stone surface of the ancestral temple, as if most of the stone platforms were covered with stone powder.
Nalan Chenyu looked at Ye Fan and saw that his face was slightly red and his abdomen was surging, as if he was trying his best to get lucky.
Nalan Chenyu's heart trembled slightly, and he thought: "Looking at his appearance, does he want to use Daojiabao's unparalleled sword skills? Then I have to be careful."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, I heard Ye Fan shout: "Get up!" He blew a breath of heavenly power, and heard a loud bang, and all the stone powder on the ground flew up.
For a moment, only stone powder covered the sky. The entire ancestral hall was completely covered by stone powder, and everyone's sight was blocked.
I saw a flash of rays of light in the stone powder that blocked the sky, and suddenly there was an angry shout from Nalan Yuchen, as if he had encountered something very angry.
And when the stone powder all over the sky fell to the ground again, everyone was full of surprise and asked each other: "What happened? Who won?"
Before he finished speaking, a muffled groan was heard, followed by a man vomiting blood and falling to his knees.
That man's face was full of grief and anger, he was the young master of Nalan Villa, Nalan Chenyu!
Qin Zhongming sighed and thought to himself: "It's a pity that even though Nalan Chenyu used his sword control skills, he was still no match for Daojiabao's world-beating sword skills."
Daojiabao's sword skills are very prestigious. Just now, the sky was covered with stone powder. No one knew what happened on the stone platform. Seeing Nalan Yuchen's defeat, everyone naturally thought that it was Ye Fan who used Daojiabao's immortal sword.
The method broke Nalan Yuchen's sword control skills.
But what the real situation is, only Nalan Yuchen knows.
Seeing that the winner was decided, Ye Fan first picked up the psychic sword on the ground, then slowly walked up and looked at Nalan Chenyu with a frown.
Nalan Chenyu's last blow was hit by Ye Fan, and now his whole body seemed to be exhausted. His previously overbearing internal strength was completely gone. He tried his best to hold on even though he couldn't stand up.
Ye Fan looked down at Nalan Chenyu, silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about how to deal with this person. Nalan Yuchen knew that his skills were not as good as others, and now his life and death were in the control of the other person, so he gritted his teeth and said coldly.
road:
"Kill me. Only in this way will the world know your secret!"
Ye Fan shook his head and said calmly: "This is no secret. If you want to tell anyone, just tell them. I just hope you can keep your promise."
Nalan Chenyu smiled miserably and said: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I am not as skilled as you, so what else can I say?"
With an unyielding look on his face, he turned to look at the ancestral temple in Liujiazhuang. Thinking of what he had done today and directly becoming a joke in the eyes of the world, he suddenly felt sad and said sadly: "Liujiazhuang, what a good person."
Liujiazhuang!"
After saying these inexplicable words, blood spurted out from his mouth and he fainted directly to the ground.
Ye Fan shook his head, turned around and walked off the stone platform.
As the father of Nalan Yuchen, Nalanfan had no choice but to step forward when his son suffered such a disastrous defeat. He sighed, then jumped onto the stone platform, held Nalan Chenyu in his arms, and faced Ye Ye
In the direction where Fan was, he bowed and said:
"Thank you very much, Young Master, for not killing me. I have thanked you on my behalf. We at Nalan Villa will definitely abide by what my son has agreed with you."
Ye Fan's face was expressionless, he just shook his head and said softly: "Please tell Nalan Yuchen to know his shame and learn from others. If he can overcome this, he may not have a chance to defeat me in the future."
After saying this, Ye Fan slowly walked out of the field, raised his hands to those in the square, and said: "Thank you all for coming here to witness the opening ceremony of Liujiazhuang's ancestral temple. If it is Liujiazhuang's business in the future, it will be my business.
If you can look out for my sake and not make things difficult for the people of Liujiazhuang, I can guarantee that the people of Liujiazhuang will not take the initiative to find your fault. I only hope that in the future, all villas in Heilang Mountain, large and small, will be able to do so.
Live in peace.”
After saying this, Ye Fan walked towards the valley on his own amidst everyone's astonishment.
When everyone saw him leaving like this, they were all stunned for a moment. Wang Bolao hurriedly chased after him and said urgently: "Young Lord, where are you going?"
Ye Fan stopped, turned around, and said with a smile: "I still have chores to do. If I don't finish them today, my wages will be deducted."
Wang Boluo asked: "The young castle master still has to do chores, how is this possible?"
Ye Fan shook his head and said: "Everyone is mistaken. I am not the young master of Daojiabao, but the eleventh person left by the old master to secretly assist the young master. Now that the matter is over, you can take care of yourself. Goodbye
Already."
The figure flashed and had already walked out of the valley.
Wang Boluo rushed over and shouted: "Sir! Don't leave! Since you are the eleventh person left by the old village owner to assist the young village owner, how can you just walk away like this!"
He was shouting to himself when suddenly, a brocade bag suddenly fell from mid-air and fell directly in front of him.
Wang Bo was surprised. He didn't know where this kit came from, but he only heard Ye Fan's voice from far away at the foot of the mountain, saying:
"I once promised the old village owner that I can do three things for Liujiazhuang. Let's count one today. If you encounter any trouble in the future, open the bag and you will find a solution."
Wang Boluo and others knew that this must be Ye Fan's way of keeping in touch with him in the future. They were overjoyed and bowed and said, "Thank you so much, sir. I'll thank you on behalf of the old owner of the village."
When people in the square saw Ye Fan leaving like this, they all felt melancholy when they thought of what they had seen today, as if they were still dreaming.
Unexpectedly, this young man was not the young master of Daojiabao, but the last trump card left by the old master of Liujiazhuang, that is, the eleventh figure who assisted the young master of Liujiazhuang.
Thinking that such a person was willing to be used by Liujiazhuang, while feeling regretful, he was also shocked by the methods of the old owner of Liujiazhuang!
With such a person secretly guarding Liujiazhuang, who in this Black Wolf Mountain area would dare to take Liujiazhuang's attention.