For Yu Xuanye, dealing with them is no different than squeezing an ant to death.
But just when Mo Xiuyi's life was hanging by a thread, at the critical moment, an old man shouted loudly, fiercely and furiously, with the fury of thunder, "Stop!"
Xuan Ye turned a deaf ear, and her thin red lips curved in an evil arc, until a female voice that was familiar to the depths of his soul came with the wind and snow, "Xuan Ye!"
His fingertips trembled, and he shrank his hand almost reflexively.
Xiyue?
The bloodthirsty light in Xuan Ye's eyes dimmed a little like the ebbing tide.
His body froze and he did not turn around. He felt like a child who had done something wrong and quickly covered up his crime scene, feeling a little panicked.
Xuan Tianji flew down and his old eyes stared at Xuan Ye's slowly turning body. Behind him, dozens of disciples flew down beside him like snowflakes, surrounding Xuan Ye.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the son of the Ghost King, Xuan Ye!
Hearing Ling Xiyue's urgent cry, Xuan Tianji naturally guessed who it was among the ghost clan.
But as soon as this thought flashed through Xuan Tianji's mind, he faced the man in black clothes in front of him. In an instant, Xuan Tianji's eyes suddenly trembled, as if a storm had suddenly arisen, "Beichen Yan.
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His feet took half a step back uncontrollably, and his white beard trembled slightly.
How can this be?
He clearly saw with his own eyes that Bei Chenyan was devoured by fire in the melee when he fell off the cliff, and no bones were left!
But why is the man in front of him so similar to Bei Chenyan? Although his face is covered with blood lines and has some changes, in other aspects, he is definitely Bei Chenyan.
No, no, the breath is still different...
But if he was really Bei Chenyan, why did he become Xuan Ye, the son of the Ghost King?
Hearing the name Xuan Tianji blurted out, Xuan Ye's blood-pupiled eyes narrowed slightly, feeling inexplicably very familiar, but in such a hurry, he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
The other person's expression is also very strange.
"Xuan Ye, stop!" Ling Xiyue flew over and looked at Xuan Ye anxiously.xdw8
We can't let him and the Snow Clan turn against each other before he can figure out what's going on!
His breath is extremely unstable, what's going on?
This hour...
Is the blood curse about to strike?
Ling Xiyue came anxiously as the cold wind blew around her. Naturally, she didn't hear what Xuan Tianji just blurted out.
Xuan Tianji suddenly realized that Ling Xiyue was also beside him, and a complex color suddenly appeared in those sharp old eyes. He had witnessed the battle outside Mingbei Pass with his own eyes.
He was also the one who brought Bei Chenyan, who fell into a deep sleep, all the way back to the Snowy Territory. Xuan Tianji was the one who knew the most about Ling Xiyue and Bei Chenyan among the Snow Clan.
He didn't know how to deal with this situation.
Who is this person? Are there really two people so similar in this world?
But now is not the time to dwell on this. Xuan Tianji's eyes turned cold, "Don't let him go yet! Xuan Ye..."
Xuan Ye glanced at Ling Xiyue, then waved his hand and threw Mo Xiuyi out of his hand like a rag bag into the snowdrift next to him. The Snow Clan disciples quickly went over to help him up.
"Brother, are you okay?"
The other dozen or so disciples were also more or less seriously injured.
Ling Xiyue looked at Xuan Ye with tangled eyes. She wanted to go to him immediately and check the situation for him, but reason still defeated her instinctive reaction.
"As expected of the son of the Ghost King, he is ruthless and cruel enough." Xuan Tianji glared at the person opposite him, "You ghost tribe has not done enough killings? Now you are venting your anger on innocent villagers! These three mountains and five tribes were all slaughtered, which is simply unacceptable.
, I will do justice for heaven today and use the blood of you, the devil, to sacrifice these hundreds of dead souls!"
As he spoke, Xuan Tianji pointed the sword in his hand directly at Xuan Ye.
No matter whether the person in front of you is Bei Chenyan or not, since he is a member of the ghost clan and has done such an inhumane thing, the Snow clan will never allow him to live!
Xuan Ye let out a soft "chi" and his thin red lips curled up slightly.
He didn't explain, and he didn't want to waste any more time explaining. He said in a cold voice, "You are no match for me. If you don't want to add more dead souls, just get out of the way immediately."
He glanced at the dozens of disciples around him who were holding swords against him, his eyes were cold, and finally his eyes fell on Ling Xiyue, the light and shadow were rising and falling.
"Arrogant." Xuan Tianji looked at him coldly, holding a long sword and taking action himself, his white robes fluttering in the wind, "Form up!"
There were flashes of swords and swords all around, and the battle was about to break out, but was interrupted by Ling Xiyue's words, "Wait a minute!"
"Xi Yue?" Xuan Tianji looked at Ling Xi Yue.
What is this girl going to do?
Ling Xiyue glanced at Xuan Tianji, frowned and pursed her lips, but said nothing.
Then, she turned around and slowly took a few steps forward to Xuan Ye. She looked into his eyes quietly with clear eyes, and almost squeezed out every word from the depths of her throat, "Is that you?"
She didn't believe what anyone said, but she needed an answer from him.
Feng Xue lifted her long hair, and Ling Xiyue's hands in her sleeves clenched tightly. In just a few seconds, she was already sweating faintly, and she could almost hear the "thumping" sound of her own heart.
It's not him, it must not be him...
Otherwise, how should she face it?
Even if it is controlled by the blood curse, it is still hundreds of innocent lives!
How innocent are Xiao Shitou, Sister Aman and the others? She will never forgive herself in her lifetime.
It was she who provoked Xuan Ye to chase him into the snowy area, and her cruel disregard for Xuan Ye. Her negligence led to this situation!
Don't blame him, it's all her fault!
Ling Xiyue was holding her breath at this time, as if she was waiting for a life and death trial.
"Xi Yue, what do you have to say to this murderous demon?" Xuan Tianji was very puzzled by Ling Xi Yue's actions. When he thought of the tragic scenes of the Gale Tribe, he could not contain his anger.
The surrounding Snow Clan disciples all had red eyes.
During the Snow Clan's battle at Luoya, before they had a chance to take revenge, another inhumane tragedy occurred.
Even if Xuan Ye didn't do it himself, it was still a good thing done by the ghost clan. As the young master of the ghost clan, this debt can be attributed to him no matter what!
Xuan Ye looked into Ling Xiyue's eyes, bloodshot pupils deep, "Do you believe me?"
"If you say it, I'll believe it." Ling Xiyue ignored the looks around her and just wanted to listen to what he said, eager for the answer.
"Xi Yue!" Xuan Tianji looked at Ling Xi Yue in shock.
Is this girl possessed?
What are you saying!
The depths of Xuan Ye's eyes suddenly palpitated, and there seemed to be a faint arc of smile on his lips. It was shallow, not very clear in the dim light of the sky, but it seemed to be able to melt the ten thousand-year-old ice in the entire snowy area.