"cousin!"
Zhang Ruo'er roared and couldn't help but put his hand to cover his face, unable to bear to look any further.
But the imaginary screams of her cousin did not appear. She put her fingers together on her face, revealing an eye. She saw that her cousin was still in a daze, but one hand had already grabbed Ling'er's wrist.
Zhang Ruoer breathed a long sigh of relief.
The two men in brocade clothes also breathed a sigh of relief. They were both Zhang He's confidants and knew that Ye Yuntian had a high status in Zhang He's heart.
Ye Yuntian looked away. He could see that although Wu Xingchao's swordsmanship was good, his realm was still a bit superficial just after he broke through. If he didn't use some real means, it would be difficult to defeat Zhang He.
Looking at Wu Xingchao's behavior, it is very likely that he is relying on the battle with Zhang He to stabilize his realm, so he is not in a hurry to use his strongest sword moves.
Zhang He will be fine for the time being, and he can just use this skill to deal with these clowns in front of him.
"If you can survive my hand, you won't die today."
Ye Yuntian looked at the shocked Ling'er, smiled slightly, and then slapped him out.
Ling'er didn't expect that Ye Yuntian's palm would miss. What she didn't expect was that Ye Yuntian's hand would tightly clamp her wrist. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't take it back.
Facing Ye Yuntian's seemingly slow palm, she simply couldn't avoid it. She felt the legendary palm force. Even if she broke free from Ye Yuntian's grip on her wrist, she could not resist the palm.
At this moment, she felt deep despair and deep regret.
If she had known that Ye Yuntian had such strength, she might not have betrayed him so quickly, and she might still have survived.
Because she wanted to survive so much, she was the first to die.
Bang!
Ling'er's body was like a shooting stone, hitting the wall dozens of feet away, and the entire wall immediately cracked.
There was blood overflowing from the corner of Ling'er's mouth, her head hung down, and she died without saying a word.
Ye Yuntian would never show any mercy to such people who rebelled on the battlefield.
When Wang saw this scene, she opened her mouth in shock. Did she know that Ling'er's cultivation had reached the middle martial arts level, yet she was beaten to death by Ye Hao with just one palm?
When did this loser Ye Hao become so powerful?
It was hard for her to accept.
Zhang Ruo'er was also a little surprised. She originally thought that her cousin was only at the second or third level of martial arts, similar to Ling'er, but she didn't expect that she could crush Ling'er.
As for Zhang He's two confidants, they looked at each other again and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
They had met Ye Hao a few days ago. At that time, Ye Hao's cultivation level was not even at the beginning of martial arts. They hadn't seen each other for a few days, but he was already at the level of Ling'er who could instantly kill the middle martial arts realm?
Is this a three-day separation that should be treated with admiration?
Zhang He, who was fighting Wu Xingchao, was also distracted and paying attention to what was going on here. He was startled when he saw Ling'er betraying Ye Yuntian with a sneak attack. As soon as he was distracted, Wu Xingchao's sword pierced his clothes. .
Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise the enemy's sword would have determined the outcome.
The next moment, when he saw Ye Yuntian killing Ling'er with one palm, he couldn't help but feel excited and excited, and his moves became even more violent.
"Li Wenhong, even these chickens and dogs you brought here want to avenge your son. It's just a fantasy!"
After Ye Yuntian hit Ling'er with one palm, he looked at Li Wenhong with contempt in his eyes.
Except for Wu Xingchao, the strongest person behind Li Wenhong was only at the ninth level of Zhongwu, and Ye Yuntian didn't take him seriously at all.
"Boy, did killing a mere ant in the early stages of martial arts make you swell to this point? Let me teach you how to behave!"
A black-clothed warrior at the sixth level of Zhongwu sneered, his cultivation exploded, he strode towards Ye Yuntian, and struck down with all his strength.
"Master, stay back, I'll deal with this!"
The young man in blue behind Ye Yuntian saw the enemy's fierce attack and was worried about an accident, so he took a step forward and prepared to stop this person.
But Ye Yuntian stopped him and said, "I'll do it, and you guys will help me hold down the battle from behind!"
Ye Yuntian wanted to fight quickly and get rid of Wu Xingchao, otherwise things would change later.
Seeing that Ye Yuntian was confident, the young man in blue remembered that Ye Yuntian's palm just now was also very powerful. After thinking for a moment, he heard Ye Yuntian take a step back.
Facing the sixth-level martial artist in front of him, Ye Yuntian really couldn't arouse the interest in fighting. It wasn't until the palm was about to fall that he pointed out.
The sharp energy condensed into a fingerprint, piercing the opponent's palm and hitting his heart.
The enemy who was striding forward suddenly froze, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell straight to the ground, dead.
He never dreamed that he could be so weak!
Li Wenhong's eyes became serious when he saw that the subordinates of the sixth level of Zhongwu were also killed by Ye Yuntian instantly.
At this moment, he finally understood why Li Ran failed like this. Who would have thought that Ye Hao, a waste, could hide so deeply and behave like such a waste, but actually possess such great strength!
"Go together!"
Li Wenhong couldn't help but give the order again. He was not panic at this time. The warriors he brought included several eighth-level martial artists. He didn't believe that he couldn't kill Ye Hao, a waste.
Many of Li Wenhong's men had seen Ye Yuntian take action. This time, they did not rush forward as casually as before. Instead, they tightened their weapons and used their best martial arts skills to charge towards Ye Yuntian.
"Well done!"
Ye Yuntian roared and radiated his cultivation.
Ye Yuntian's roar startled the two men in blue brocade clothes who were about to rush forward to fight, and then they felt the powerful cultivation emanating from Ye Yuntian's body.
The ninth level of Zhongwu!
Ye Yuntian looked at the dozen people rushing towards him, took a step forward, raised his right hand, and slapped it down suddenly.
"Mountain-Breaking Palm!"
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled sounds resounded in the courtyard. Under this palm, the bodies of the dozens of people who rushed towards them felt as if they had been hit hard, and they flew away like kites with broken strings, falling to pieces.
The weapons in their hands clattered to the ground.
Although Li Wenhong was behind everyone, he was also hit by the force of the palm and took more than ten steps backwards. Each step left a deep footprint on the ground.
When he stood firm, he looked at Ye Yuntian with deep horror in his eyes!
He did not expect that Ye Yuntian had already reached the ninth level of Zhongwu, and that the men he had brought together could not block Ye Yuntian's palm.
That palm is so powerful!
When Zhang He's two confidants saw this scene, their expressions froze, as if they had seen a ghost.
The palm in front of them did have too much impact. The key was that when Ye Yuntian used that palm, the shock was several times greater, making their hearts tremble so hard that it was difficult to recover for a while.
The figures of Wu Xingchao and Zhang He were separated, standing at both ends of the roof.
Zhang He couldn't help but glance at Ye Yuntian, laughed loudly, and said, "Okay!"
In his opinion, Ye Hao is so young, but he has already reached the ninth level of Zhongwu. His future is limitless, and the years of cultivation he has spent are not in vain.
Wu Xingchao also glanced here and said slowly: "I originally wanted to adapt to this new realm, but I have to kill you quickly and then kill Ye Hao, otherwise I can't explain.
I'm going to use the Three Swords of Hunting Wind! There are three swords in this high-level martial arts. Since I mastered it, no one has ever taken the first sword. I hope Master Zhang will not disappoint me. "
Zhang He came back to his senses and looked at Wu Xingchao. He clenched his fists tightly and his muscles bulged. He sneered a few times and his clothes were torn.
At this moment, Zhang He was no longer elegant, and exuded a wild power.
"I didn't expect Master Zhang to be an individual cultivator, okay!" Wu Xingchao shouted excitedly, holding the sword, his figure flashed towards Zhang He, and used the first hunting wind sword.
Zhang He did not dare to be careless and raised his golden sword to greet him.
Ding ding ding!
There was a dense crisp sound and the sound of swords clashing.
Zhang He and Wu Xingchao separated again and exchanged places.
Wu Xingchao's figure is still elegant, and there is blood on his sword.
There was a thin sword mark on both sides of Zhang He's ribs, and blood seeped out.
"As expected of Mr. Zhang, you really didn't disappoint me. He caught my first Hunter Wind sword, and then the second Hunter Wind sword!"
Wu Xingchao laughed and stepped out again, not giving Zhang He any time to breathe.
Zhang He secretly complained in his heart. He had just used his sword skills to confront Wu Xingchao, and found that he had overestimated the sharpness of the opponent's sword, but underestimated the strength of the opponent's sword.
At this moment, his right hand holding the sword was shaking slightly from the force of the sword, and the true energy in his body was slightly disordered, but the enemy's second sword would only be stronger!
These thoughts flashed through Zhang He's mind. He looked at Wu Xingchao's figure, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. When Wu Xingchao was three feet away from him, he suddenly threw the golden knife in his hand!
After fighting for so long, he had almost mastered Wu Xingchao's body skills. With the timing of his sword throw, he guaranteed that Wu Xingchao would not be able to dodge it no matter what!
Wu Xingchao really couldn't dodge, but he used Hunter Wind's second sword, and with a clang, the fierce golden sword was suddenly knocked away.
Wu Xingchao pounced forward again and was already in front of Zhang He. He suddenly cut down the black sword in his hand and said indifferently: "Lie Feng's third sword, you should rest in peace!"
Zhang He felt the power of this sword and knew that it would be difficult to resist it anymore, so he couldn't help but sigh softly.
call out!
A sharp sound of breaking through the air resounded.
I saw a small stone cutting through the void like a sharp arrow.
Before Wu Xingchao's sword slashed down, he bumped into him.
