Finally, the man who was once known as the top player in Kyoto thirty years ago is about to take action.
When Ye Qingtian's words came, Ye Wenli took the lead and flew back: "Second brother, the eldest brother is going to take action himself, so let's not get involved."
When Ye Wenli returned, he did not forget to say to Ye Canglan.
Ye Canglan, who was fighting fiercely with the fourth Yan Jun, was obviously unhappy.
"What if eldest brother takes action? What else can we do?"
Although he complained.
But in the end, he dodged and retreated.
Just now, the two of them were fighting against this Rakshasa Yan Jun from the fourth underworld. It was obvious that they were no match for this Yan Jun.
This Yan Jun from the Fourth Hades, with his six-path aura, could be said to completely crush the two of them!
"Brother!"
"This guy is at least a top six-path man!"
After Ye Wenli retreated, he did not forget to remind Ye Qingtian.
"So what about the Six Paths? Of those old demons that Big Brother killed in Mobei, which one is not the top demon above the Six Paths?"
Ye Canglan said at this time.
"That's right!" Ye Wenli smiled.
"However, this Netherworld Palace should not be underestimated. Rumor has it that among their Nine Palaces of Yama and the Four Underworlds, a mere fourth Hades Palace now has six peaks! Then aren't the other three Hades Palaces even stronger?"
Ye Wenli said again.
Ye Canglan did not interrupt this time, and frowned solemnly, as if deep in thought.
"No matter how strong they are! Anyone who dares to touch my son should be killed!"
Ye Qingtian suddenly spoke.
After saying this, his eyes slowly fell on Rakshasa Yan Jun, who was wearing a ghost mask on his face.
"today!"
"You are the first!"
Rakshasa Yan Jun, who was standing a hundred meters away from Ye Qingtian, laughed strangely.
"Are you Ye Jiuzhou's father?"
Ye Qingtian said proudly: "It's me!"
"very good!"
"Although I can't kill the Human King today, it would be good if I could kill you!"
Rakshasa Yan Jun said grimly.
"Rakshasa, don't be careless! The Ye Lord in front of you was once the number one in Kyoto thirty years ago! Moreover, he is still a good friend with our current king!"
At this time, Murong Jingzang, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
"Oh? That's it! Wouldn't it be more interesting to kill him??"
Rakshasa Yan Jun smiled slyly and turned his head to look at Ye Qingtian.
The supreme energy and blood all over his body rose up from Rakshasa Yan Jun's body.
His peak energy and blood are dark red.
"If you can die in my hands, you deserve to die!"
As Rakshasa Yan Jun finished his words, he raised his palm, and the aura that filled the sky turned directly into a black spear!
The spear was filled with demonic energy.
The moment he appeared, Rakshasa Yan Jun thrust out a spear like a dragon!
This shot was unparalleled, and it stabbed straight into Ye Qingtian's face!
Let’s talk about Ye Qingtian.
Faced with the attack of Yan Jun, the Fourth Hades Palace of Netherworld Palace, he remained motionless, like a stone, and the pupils on his handsome cheeks were without any emotion!
The moment the spear reached his face, Ye Qingcai suddenly moved!
Just don’t move!
Move like thunder!
I can't see Ye Qingtian's movements clearly, nor can I see his figure clearly!
I only saw his figure flashing towards Rakshasa Yan Jun like a shooting star!
Then, the world became silent at this moment.
Ye Qingtian is still standing in his original position!
The same is true for Rakshasa Yanjun.
The only difference is that there is an extra sword in Ye Qingtian's palm!
A small floating flying sword!
This flying sword was only the size of a palm, floating above his palm.
The flying sword is ruthless, and there is still a drop of blood on the blade!
When the drop of blood fell from above, Rakshasa Yan Jun, who was still standing in the fourth underworld of Nether Palace, his eyes suddenly bulged, and his body began to convulse at this moment.
Then, a thin red line appeared on his neck!
Look carefully, it's not a red line... it's a sword mark!
The sword marks spread quickly, and then blood began to spurt out from his neck!
Rakshasa Yan Jun fiercely covered his bleeding throat with both hands, shouting out a few words hoarsely and painfully.
"How can it be……"
"You use the flying sword technique... Are you from the Shushan Sect?"
Rakshasa Yanjun used the last strength of his life to spit out these words.
"It's too late now!"
"I said that anyone who harms my son should be killed! From today on, I, Ye Qingtian, will slaughter the world, especially your Nether Palace. I will kill every one I see!"
Cold words came out of his mouth.
But when Rakshasa Yanjun heard it, it became the last sound he heard in his life.
Bang!
His body was unwilling and finally fell to the ground!
Before death.
Yan Jun, the Rakshasa of the Fourth Hades, still had his eyes bulging, as if he could not believe that this was true even before he died.
died!
One move was blocked by Ye Qingtian!
This scene happened too fast!
It was so fast that Ye Canglan and Ye Wenli who were present did not even think about it!
Yan Jun, a dignified Rakshasa from the fourth underworld of Nether Palace, was killed by Ye Qingtian with just one move.
After killing the fourth Lord Yan of Nether Palace, Ye Qingtian turned his head and looked at Murong Jingzang who was covered in fog!
"Today's situation, your defeat is determined!"
"If I'm not wrong, it's almost over at Laolongshan!"
Ye Qingtian's voice was still calm and he looked at Murong Jingzang who was just a clone in front of him and said.
Murong Jingzang was shrouded in mist, and it was impossible to see the change in expression on his face!
He could only feel that he was shrouded in black mist, and the atmosphere around him was getting colder and colder.
"As you said, I did lose in this round!"
Murong Jingzang suddenly sighed.
"I didn't expect that among the eight skills of the King, there would be a ninth magical skill!"
"I never expected that your dignified Lord Ye could actually use the Shushan Sword Sect's flying sword technique!"
Ye Qingtian stood there calmly.
He seemed not to have heard Murong Jingzang's words.
"Ye family?"
"Did I, the Murong family, really make the wrong choice?"
Murong Jingzang's voice was faint, as if he was asking himself, and also seemed to be asking Ye Qingtian.
Ye Qingtian didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and with one finger, the flying sword suspended in his palm suddenly flew out of the air, and pierced Murong Jingzang's Wuying body with one sword!
Murong Jingzang did not dodge!
After allowing the flying sword to penetrate his body, he chuckled and said: "What a Ye Family!! What a Ye Clan!"
After saying this, his foggy shadow became increasingly blurry...
At the end, his figure completely disappeared.
"Brother! Why did you let this old thief Murong go?"
When Ye Canglan saw Murong Jingzang's shadow disappear, he couldn't help but step forward and ask.
"He is just a clone, killing him is useless!"
Ye Qingtian said these words calmly, and waved his right hand again. The flying sword floating on his palm suddenly slipped into his palm and disappeared.
"Clone?"
"Damn it! This old thief! One day, I have to skin and cramp this old thing!"
Thinking of what the Murong family had done to Ye Jiuzhou, Ye Canglan couldn't help gritting his teeth and becoming angry.
