Loneliness and loneliness dragged He Yu's mind into a whirlpool.
He Yu used to be a genius, so why didn't he understand that the focus of Ye Qinghuan's sword was not the wind and frost, but the sad and lonely sword intention.
Just when He Yu was shaking his head, the sword was already in front of him.
He Yu lost the best opportunity to dodge, and hiding was not He Yu's style.
A bright light flashed from the tip of the short sword. Everyone in Qinggu knows that He Yu's sword is fast and fierce. If it is faster, few people in the same realm can compare with it.
The wind and frost squint the eyes, and the ice and snow bite the bones, so I will unfold this scene of wind and frost.
He Yu closed his eyes and no longer cared about the wind and frost in front of him. If he couldn't see his opponent, he didn't need to care. He raised his hand to draw the sword, stood on the spot with his legs, and flipped his wrist, slashing out countless swords.
The sword light is dense and woven into a web, and every piece of wind and frost is shattered on the blade.
No one saw what happened in the wind and frost and the light of the sword. They could only hear the crisp sound of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.
"What a fast knife." Lin Wenmao praised. He knew He Yu and had invited He Yu to join the Lin family.
Many people have the same thoughts as Lin Wenmao. After all, the exploding sword light is more dazzling and more powerful than that touch of wind and frost.
In three breaths, the wind and frost dissipated, and He Yu still stood on the same spot, holding a knife. The moment the wind and frost cleared and He Yu opened his eyes, he felt a murderous intent enveloped his whole body.
Ye Qinghuan's long sword pierced the air. The frost was not over yet, and the murderous intention was even worse than that touch of wind and frost.
He Yuzhenqi was circulating, and he was about to retreat and avoid, but found that his body was out of control and could only stay in place.
Move, move!
Everyone was puzzled and looked at He Yu stunned on the spot. This sword was going straight to He Yu's heart. Everyone is thinking, how come He Yu has become a wooden man now, just sitting there and waiting to die?
Looking for death, or is there some other reason?
Yan Yi looked at this scene, smiled sweetly, and said: "He was trapped in Ye Qinghuan's sword intention. That sword intention"
Everyone was shocked by Yan Yi's words, and when they looked at Ye Qinghuan's figure again, they were filled with admiration. Of course, it's more about envy, jealousy and hatred.
Sword intention can only be displayed by those who have truly entered the way of swordsmanship. And Ye Qinghuan has already entered the true path of swordsmanship. The important thing is that he is only so young. He rose to prominence three years ago and reopened the Qingyun Trial Ranking. Three years later, he became a blockbuster again, trapping He Yu with a touch of sword intent.
At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he understood the meaning of the sword. Whether Li Haomiao could achieve this step back then is unknown. But now Ye Qinghuan has done it.
Such a person would be a target in any sect and any force, and he would be a monster who could become a tenth-grade swordsman master in the future.
"Is this really a sword intention?" Lin Wenmao asked. "Back then, I was lucky enough to see the sword intent of the master of the Broken Blade Sect. His vertical and horizontal movements made everyone bow. But why don't I feel anything now?"
Hearing what Lin Wenmao said, everyone present looked at Yan Yi again, wondering why this woman in green was so sure that there was sword intent in Ye Qinghuan's sword.
Yan Yi was not stingy, and explained: "The current Ye Qinghuan cannot be compared with the master of the Broken Blade Sect. He has just entered the swordsmanship, and his sword intention is weak, just a rudiment, so you can't feel it. His opponent will definitely You can feel it.”
Hearing this, Lin Wenmao seemed to suddenly realize it. He saluted Yan Yi and said, "What the girl said was like a revelation. Thank you very much, girl."
Everyone could see that Lin Wenmao was interested in the girl in Tsing Yi, and Yan Yi was not stupid, but she was not interested in Lin Wenmao.
Yan Yi said calmly: "If you really thank me, please stay away from me."
Lin Wenmao was stunned, and then he smiled. This girl was so strange.
Yan Yi looked around, his eyes wandering among the crowd, looking for Yu Zhi's figure. "It's strange. Ye Qinghuan has appeared. Where did this guy Yu Zhi go?"
In the dark night not far away, a dark shadow flashed in the eyes and murmured: "The sword intention is really the sword intention. There are no virtual warriors under the famous reputation. It seems that your Majesty reopened the Qingyun Trial Armor Ranking. It is not without merit." reason."
Listening to the voice, this person is already quite old.
Seeing Ye Qinghuan's sword attack, He Yu circulated his Qi even more crazily, trying to break through this inexplicable restriction.
Layers of sweat poured out of He Yu's body. Just when Ye Qinghuan's sword penetrated He Yu's chest an inch, a momentum suddenly broke out. The powerful force shook open Ye Qinghuan's sword.
After all, He Yu is a strong man at the peak of the sixth level of Armor Breaking, and he has already mastered the short sword in his hand to the extreme of this level.
"Broken!" He Yu roared. At the critical moment, He Yu raised his hand and swung the knife. At the same time as the blade was raised, the figure quickly retreated.
The frost is gone. It turns out that after the frost is gone, the real murderous intention will be.
Ye Qinghuan was knocked back several steps, while He Yu retreated continuously and had already retreated to the gate of Shaowu Hou Mansion. After dozens of steps, He Yu fell to his knees and spit out mouthfuls of blood. Just now, he forced his martial arts energy to break through the confinement, causing damage to the meridians in his body, and he no longer had the strength to fight.
Looking at it this way, Ye Qinghuan has already won this battle.
No one thought this battle would end like this. Many people have praised Ye Qinghuan's ability to top the Qingyun Trial A-list.
Ye Qinghuan, who was shaken back, just exhaled a breath of turbid air, and before the energy and blood in his body calmed down, he stepped forward again. All he could see was the urn hanging in the air.
"Mom, the baby is here to pick you up!"
A ray of sword energy swayed out and cut off the thin thread.
Immediately, Ye Qinghuan hugged Ye Qiurong's ashes.
At this moment, a harsh and harsh voice came from the house of Marquis Shaowu. "Elder Cang Shui, you still haven't taken action!"
Wang Wenxiu walked from the backyard to the lobby and happened to see the scene where Ye Qinghuan, the gatekeeper of Shaowuhou Mansion, fought off He Yu. When she saw Ye Qinghuan now and thought of her son who died in a brothel, she felt even more sad and angry.
Cang Shui in the lobby had already seen Ye Qinghuan. He thought He Yu could deal with Ye Qinghuan, but he didn't expect that even He Yu would bow down.
Qi Zhengchu and others also looked at the scene just now, thinking in their hearts whether they could lose better if they were He Yu.
Ye Qinghuan's sword is already far beyond that of others in the same realm.
boom!
A stream of water shot out from the lobby, heading towards Ye Qinghuan. The speed is as fast as a falling star from the sky.
As the third elder of Cangshan Mountain, Cang Shui has already entered the eighth level of the Open Monument, which is two realms higher than Ye Qinghuan. It can be said that they are two great realms that cannot be surpassed.
But in front of Ye Qinghuan is Ye Qiurong's ashes urn.
The water flow carrying endless power would definitely shatter Ye Qiurong's ashes before hitting Ye Qinghuan.
At the critical moment, Ye Qinghuan's expression became fierce, and the martial arts energy surrounded him, forming a barrier. He turned around suddenly and hugged the urn in his arms tightly with both hands.
There was no suspense in the water flow, and Ye Qinghuan's martial arts energy was scattered directly on Ye Qinghuan's back.
puff!
Ye Qinghuan's figure flew out into the air, the true energy in his body was scattered and scattered, and blood fell to the ground. Seeing that Ye Qinghuan was about to fly upside down and fall to the ground, he turned around again and put his back on the ground to protect the urn in his arms.
"Kill, you guys go and kill him quickly!" Wang Wenxiu shouted, "Kill that little bastard."
The guards obeyed the order, holding swords in their hands, and surrounded Ye Qinghuan who fell to the ground. At this moment, Ye Qinghuan is no longer as chic as before.
In just one cup of tea, Ye Qinghuan was seriously injured, even more seriously than He Yu.
Seeing that Ye Qinghuan had no strength to resist, Wang Wenxiu put her heart in her stomach, and her expression became more arrogant and fierce.
Why, why is it that my son is dead and this little bitch is still alive and well?
This little scoundrel was actually able to hurt He Yu.
We must not leave him alive, kill him, and let the bitch and the little scoundrel die together.
Everyone present looked at this scene and sighed slightly in their hearts. Compared to what Shaowu Houfu did to bully others and dig graves, they might be more willing to see Ye Qinghuan succeed in his counterattack.
Justice and fairness are in the heart of the people.
There are many people who care about others, and no one wants such a tragic thing to happen to them. The Ye Qinghuan of today may be herself tomorrow.
It's just that they don't have the strength or the courage to stand up for Ye Qinghuan.
In this world, being wise and protecting yourself is the simplest and most humble way to survive.
"Where's Yu Zhi? His brother is about to die, why hasn't he shown up yet?" Yan Yi looked at Ye Qinghuan who was surrounded by people and just looked at it.
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan had no possibility of escaping. He was in a desperate situation, and the only option left was to be killed by his neck.
He barely supported his body, his hands never leaving the urn. He was like a wounded wolf who could only lick his wounds.
Before coming, Ye Qinghuan had already anticipated this outcome, and this possibility accounted for 90% of the outcome.
But Ye Qinghuan has no regrets. If he doesn't even care about Ye Qiurong, how can he have the dignity to survive in the world.
"An evil breed is an evil breed. I allowed you to escape by chance ten years ago, but you will not be able to escape from my grasp ten years later." Wang Wenxiu walked towards Ye Qinghuan step by step and took the sword from the guard's hand.
She wanted to kill Ye Qinghuan with her own hands.
Cang Shui and his party were still sitting in the lobby watching this scene quietly. Ye Qinghuan had already been captured. Their mission has been completed.
Wang Wenxiu walked step by step, immersed in the pleasure of killing Ye Qinghuan. Suddenly, a guard intentionally or unintentionally stood in front of Wang Wenxiu.
"Get out of my way! Don't block my way!" Wang Wenxiu said angrily. Why is this guard so ignorant?
The guard raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of clear eyes and a handsome face, and then a long sword was placed at Wang Wenxiu's throat.
Wang Wenxiu was startled, and then she remembered that the guard in front of her was a bit unfamiliar. "Presumptuous, who are you and what do you want to do?"
The guard smiled slightly and introduced himself: "My name is Yu Zhi, I am Ye Qinghuan's good brother and Ye Qiurong's good nephew."
