Patriarch Ye Longyuan said loudly: "Master of the Demonic Clothes Cult, my Ye family has no enmity with your Demonic Clothes Cult. Why did you bring troops to invade?"
"Hahaha! Chief of the Ye Clan, I, Meng Tianyan, respect you so much that I will bow first and then fight. I advise you to hand over the man hidden in the living tomb, otherwise, don't blame me, the Demonic Clothes Sect, for destroying your Ye family. !”
Living Tomb? There is indeed a living tomb in the Yejia Ancestral Hall Cemetery, and it is said that there is a tombkeeper living in it. For so many years, this person has never come out of the living tomb. As for who this person is? And why do you live in this living tomb? The Ye family has always avoided talking about it.
The voice of the person speaking seemed to be that of a girl. Ye Zhenfeng looked out from the gap in the crowd and saw that the person speaking was indeed a girl, and she was also a young and beautiful girl.
She was wearing a long black gauze dress that floated in the wind, her long hair was rolled up high like water, and a black gauze covered her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, which were as bright as peach blossoms, with silky brows and silky eyes. A touch of lake light, slender willow eyebrows, slightly raised, full of infinite domineering.
Suddenly, Ye Zhaoting was heard yelling angrily from the crowd: "What an arrogant tone, Demon Cult Demon Girl, let me, Ye Zhaoting, learn your clever tricks!"
Immediately, Ye Zhaoting was seen flying out like a falcon. He saw the black cloak flying on his body, his broad sleeves crossed, and a steel sword appeared out of the sky. The Ye family members couldn't help but cheer.
Someone in the crowd whispered:
"Master, if we take action, we will definitely be able to capture the demon sect's sorceress!"
"The demon sect witch is too arrogant and needs to be taught a lesson!"
Ye Zhenfeng thought to himself, Master? Could it be said that the uncle has become the head of the Ye family? Mother's guess was correct. Grandpa still passed the position of head of the Ye family to his eldest son Ye Zhaoting.
However, Meng Tianyan didn't even look at Ye Zhaoting. He just put his hands on his hips and sneered: "It's just you? You're not qualified to challenge me!"
There was a crash, and she saw a haggard old man standing next to her, holding a withered vine crutch, looking like a ghost, leaping out. In a low and hoarse voice, he said: "Elder Tianchui of the Demonic Clothes Sect, please learn your master's brilliant move!"
After saying that, the two started fighting. Ye Zhenfeng stared at the two fighting closely, and couldn't help being shocked. He didn't expect that the demons had such masters! In just ten moves, the uncle was defeated and fell heavily to the ground.
"There is no talent in this world, let's learn from Elder Tianchui's clever tricks!"
"Father!" When Ye Zhenfeng heard that familiar voice, his blood boiled in his heart and his eyes became moist.
When he saw his father walking out of the crowd, dressed solemnly in gray clothes, holding a long sword, and with cold eyes, he couldn't help but feel shocked and overjoyed. His father's leg injury was actually healed? !
Tian Chui held a withered cane in his hand and said with a smile: "It is said that the second son of the Ye family, Ye Shitian, is a chivalrous and courageous man who is famous throughout the world. Unfortunately, he later became obsessed with evil and his legs were disabled. I didn't expect that he is now healed? Hahaha! In that case, Then let me teach you your clever tricks!"
Meng Tianyan on the side smiled slightly and said: "Elder Tianchui, let's fight quickly."
"Yes, leader!"
"What an arrogant girl, I'm here to learn your clever tricks!" Ye Longyuan was so angry that he flew forward to take action.
However, Meng Tianyan backed away slightly and did not fight. He said with a smile: "Old uncle, I don't want to fight with you, lest people say that I am bullying the big one!"
"What a cunning and arrogant mouth!" Ye Longyuan was angry. This person in front of him was angry.
Damn girl, by saying this, aren't you secretly mocking yourself for bullying the small? No, according to the grade, it should be the elder bullying the younger.
Meng Tianyan waved her slender hand and said to another tall and thin old man standing behind him: "Elder Tiance, come on!"
"Yes, leader." Tiance's gray robe swept away, and he looked like a ghost, flying towards Yelongyuan.
Ye Zhenfeng immediately jumped up from the crowd, dressed in black, like a swallow piercing flowers.
He stretched out his hand to hit Meng Tianyan and said with a smile: "In that case, let me come down and learn the leader's clever tricks, so that you won't be bullying the small ones!"
Ye Zhenfeng struck out with a powerful palm. Meng Tianyan quickly took a step back, but the black gauze on his face was blown away by the wind of the palm.
She looked back and was surprised, only to see the face covered in black gauze.
The face is really a bit too beautiful, like the snow falling on the eaves, and like the peach blossoms all over the ground, cool and stunning, stunning and cold, and mixed with a bit of playfulness and domineering, I can't help but let Ye Ye feel... Zhenfeng was shocked.
Another elder standing behind Meng Tianyan lowered his hands and stepped forward, saying: "Leader, why don't you let me come in!"
Meng Tianyan frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said: "Elder Tianzong, you are no match for this person!"
Tianzong is one of the four elders of the Magic Clothes Sect. Unexpectedly, Meng Tianyan said that he was no match for a young boy, and he couldn't help but feel doubtful.
Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but feel startled, thinking that Meng Tianyan was not an ordinary person. She had obviously noticed the aura of the divine martial spirit in her body.
At this moment, Li Ge, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't help being surprised. He recognized his son and shouted: "Feng'er——"
At the same time, Ye Shitian, who was fighting with Elder Tianchui, suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Zhenfeng, his face full of joy, and he shouted: "Feng'er! You are finally back!"
Father and son saw each other again after six years, and they were both very excited.
With tears in his eyes, Ye Zhenfeng looked at his parents and said, "The unfilial son Ye Zhenfeng is back!"
How much affection does this sentence "The unfilial son has returned from sleeping in the wind at night!"? How much guilt? How much I miss you? How much bitterness? It is not enough for outsiders to understand, only the parties involved will understand.
At this moment, everyone in the Ye family started talking:
"Night pillow wind?"
"Night pillow wind!"
"It's Ye Zhenfeng!"
"Isn't he already dead?"
Meng Tianyan sneered and said, "Should I give you time to reminisce about the past?"
Ye Zhenfeng turned back to look at her, his eyes closed, he smiled crookedly and said, "No need!"
After saying that, he had already punched Meng Tianyan. Meng Tianyan was startled, and the black skirt turned around and immediately turned away. Three thousand long hair flowed through his hand, as smooth as running water.
Suddenly, she lowered her pretty face, and countless silver needles flew out from her long hair, which caught people off guard. Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly unfolded his soul wings and jumped up.
Meng Tianyan raised her long skirt, raised her foot and stepped on the shoulder of a believer beside her, soaring into the sky like a black bird.
Meng Tianyan unfolded the black magic wings behind her, her long skirt lingering in the wind, she sneered and said: "Since you are a master, please show off your weapons!"
Ye Zhenfeng stretched out his hand and brandished the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword. The ancient sword was faint and its sound was as deep as crying.
The sword body was emitting blood light, and the long sword was erected on the right side of his cheek. A strand of black hair hung lightly in front of his forehead. The demon pupil of his left eye flashed slightly, and he looked at Meng Tianyan and said: "The name of this sword is Iron-Blooded Cang Ming. Burning the pure fire of Brahma and being reborn will inevitably burn up the fire of karma in the world."
"Hehehe! Made by the sinking star outside the sky,
It is indeed a good sword! "Meng Tianyan smiled slightly, waved her hands, and saw a cold light blade as black as night appeared in her hands.
She said: "This sword is called the Ninth Level of the Demonic Heaven. It is the treasure of our Demonic Clothes Sect. It absorbs the demonic energy of heaven and earth and transforms into it. It is burned by the fire of hell and is born through the nine-day thunder tribulation. I wonder if you can withstand its sword?" "
Ye Zhenfeng waved his sword with his right hand and said: "Then let's try it! Cut to the sky, Canglong breaks the wind!"
Meng Tianyan's long veil fluttered and shouted: "Qianyingshang——"
As soon as the sword was thrust out, the situation in the world suddenly changed dramatically. The originally clear sky suddenly turned into dark clouds, as if night had suddenly fallen.
"Is it getting dark?" Someone in the crowd whispered, and then everyone looked up at the sky and made incredible noises.
Ye Zhenfeng frowned and said to himself: "It is indeed a powerful sword!"
The two peerless weapons crossed each other and struck each other, erupting with an aura of bullying that devoured the world and flew away in all directions.
The disciples with slightly weaker skills were affected by the sword energy and were already unsteady on their feet, swaying left and right.
What a domineering sword spirit! Ye Longyuan secretly thought in his heart, he entered the Emperor Sect realm with one sword strike, but he didn't expect that a master of the Emperor Sect would appear in the Ye family!
The surrounding leaves were curled and fluttered by the sword energy of the two men, and the ancestral cemetery was suddenly filled with strong winds. The strong sword attack had caused cracks to appear on the tombstone.
Just as the two swords were clashing, a silver flying knife suddenly flew over, and a "Sword Stop—" was heard in the air, and the two fighting men were separated.
A flying knife as silver as the moon was thrust into the ground. That knife was not an ordinary flying knife, but one of the artifacts of the Ye Family.
The Cang-hen flying knife flies out in the sky overnight, can break the curtain of night, and can penetrate the throats of thousands of armies.
The sky and the earth that had been violently swept by the wind suddenly became calm, and the rolling dark clouds in the sky dispersed instantly. Under a ray of sunshine, a man wearing a green shirt and a bronze mask was seen standing on a tombstone. .
That is - a living tomb.
"With such peerless weapons fighting against each other, I'm afraid that innocent people will be accidentally injured. Please sheath your swords!" The man in green shirt spoke, with a hint of vicissitudes and indifference in his voice.
After speaking, he stretched out his hand and the Canghen flying knife flew back to his hand. When he was young, he once entered the world with a flying knife. Although his martial arts may not be amazing, no one can ignore the flying knife in his hand.
In the ranking list of flying knives, if Canghen Flying Knife takes second place, no one would dare to take first place.
Ye Zhenfeng and Meng Tianyan were both shocked. With such domineering sword energy, he just struck out with a flying knife, causing the sword energy to stop instantly. They couldn't help but put away the sword in their hands and turned around to look. Toward that person.
Meng Tianyan sneered and said, "Ye Canghen, are you finally willing to let it go?"
The man in green shirt looked down at Meng Tianyan and asked in a low voice: "What does the girl want from me?"
The man in green shirt put one hand behind his back and jumped down, blocking everyone in the Ye family. The wind gently blew his long hair on one side, which was mixed with a few strands of white hair and a few traces of vicissitudes of life. At this moment, the bronze mask looked a bit ferocious and terrifying.
Meng Tianyan angrily scolded: "I'm here to kill Qingsi!"
Everyone in the Ye family looked at Ye Canghen in astonishment for a while, and then looked at Meng Tianyan in front of them in confusion, and immediately began to discuss in a low voice:
"Ye Canghen is almost forty years old now, and the magic-clothed leader in front of me is only twenty at most. I didn't expect that he would harm such a delicate flower, tsk tsk tsk!"
