"you?"
Ye Chongtian looked at him in disbelief, not expecting that the person who helped him would also become the executioner who ended his life.
Lying in a pool of blood, Ye Zhongtian regretted very much at this moment. If he cooperated with the devil, he would lose his life in the end. He still foolishly trusted others.
"uncle!"
Ye Yuntian's voice sounded, and he hurriedly ran to Ye Chongtian and picked him up.
Seeing the blood on his chest gushing like a fountain, Ye Yuntian hurriedly pressed his palm on his chest.
But no matter what he did, it almost didn't help. He could only feel the opponent's weak life slowly draining from his hands.
"Don't go...please don't leave so soon."
Ye Chongtian grabbed his shoulders and said in a weak voice: "Nephew, uncle, I'm sorry for you..."
Looking at the materials piled up around him and the medicine cauldron still burning with blazing fire at the top, Ye Yuntian knew that his uncle had gone astray.
"Why is this happening? The master has already refined the elixir to change the physique, why are you still doing this?"
After hearing what Ye Yuntian said, Ye Chongtian realized how stupid he was.
It turns out that my nephew has always kept in mind the cultivation of physical fitness that I have been thinking about for a long time. It is clear that he can fulfill his long-cherished wish as long as he waits for one more day.
But now, it's too late.
The reluctance and regret in his heart left Ye Chongtian speechless when facing his nephew.
After slowly closing his guilty eyes, the city lord also ushered in the last days of his life.
Looking at the lifeless Lord Ye, tears left the corners of Ye Yuntian's eyes.
I didn't expect that my relatives who stayed in the world would not be able to escape the separation of life and death in the end.
"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"
Loud applause broke out.
"It's such a touching picture of family affection. I didn't expect that the martial arts saint also has such a tender side." Mu Qingyun's low and sarcastic voice sounded.
Hearing this disgusting sound, Ye Yuntian's expression instantly returned to its original indifference.
He slowly lowered the body of his relative and seemed to stand up to confront him.
"Did you kill this person?"
"Yes, it's me!" Mu Qingyun did not hide it, but admitted it generously.
Then he continued with a disdainful voice: "If you want to blame, blame him for not having the ambition to achieve great things. He almost gave up halfway and ruined my plan. I usually hate this kind of people the most, so I can only kill him."
Ye Chongtian glanced at the fire folds on the ground and seemed to have guessed something.
Obviously, his uncle still held on to his last shred of sanity in the end.
"Well done. As expected of the head of the Ye family, you have not lost your integrity!" Ye Yuntian's respectful tone responded to his uncle's final courage.
"After talking about him, it's time for you and me to settle our grievances."
After saying that, he took out the black scale gun from behind, and with the shaking, the roar of Qilin could be vaguely heard.
Looking at the weapon with which he had fought, Mu Qingyun recalled briefly, "The black scale gun bathed in unicorn blood. This gun once made me suffer a lot."
"But it's a pity that you never seem to beat me once."
Facing this so-called ridicule, Ye Yuntian's face did not show any emotion. Years of experience have given him a calm mind.
"Only fools like you in this world can show their true strength."
These words obviously indicate that every time they fight, Ye Yuntian has reservations and never shows his full strength.
"I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth!"
"Then let's meet Zhenzhang!"
After the words fell, the Qingyun Holy Sword was immediately revealed in his hand.
The two didn't say much, and then started fighting fiercely.
With anger, Ye Yuntian's attacks were extremely fierce, and almost every move was aimed at the opponent's fatal vitals.
But Mu Qingyun's sword power was uninterrupted, and he was not at all inferior in dealing with it.
"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"
The collision of the two weapons produced fierce sparks, and the two struck out at extremely fast speeds. If they failed to take one move, the winner would have been decided.
"Ordinary high-level martial arts, Overlord's consecutive thrusts!"
Ye Yuntian seized the opportunity and took the lead in using his martial arts, and countless thrusts struck him like arrows in an instant.
The attack of the gun blade was continuous, and the force of each move made Mu Qingyun face it cautiously.
In just a moment, Mu Qingyun gradually fell into a disadvantage, and his steps continued to retreat, with a vague tendency of defeat.
It was at this time that Ye Yuntian, relying on his speed advantage, immediately finished the attack, then turned around and fired a carbine, directly towards the opponent's throat.
Unable to dodge, Mu Qingyun could only block the sword in front of him to meet the attack.
"Bang!"
The heavy force hit the sword, making Mu Qingyun's arm numb.
This blow caused him to temporarily become defensively unbalanced.
This is often the moment when the winner is decided.
Turning the gun around, the gun blade was already piercing his chest.
With his right arm numb, Mu Qingyun could no longer block immediately, as the crucial opening was right in front of him.
The blow was enough to win.
"puff!"
A splash of blood splattered.
The gun blade pierced the arm.
At the last critical moment, Mu Qingyun chose to sacrifice an arm to win.
Ye Yuntian was also stunned. He did not expect that the opponent would adopt such an extreme defensive method.
It's a pity that the gun blade penetrated his arm and failed to break his heart. It only left some scars on his chest.
"What a pity, it was just a little bit close!" Mu Qingyun sneered.
Obviously, after several competitions, this guy did have some reservations. If he showed his true strength, he might indeed lose.
"Are you so scheming just to defeat me completely one day?"
"Humph!" Ye Yuntian snorted coldly.
"Don't overestimate yourself. I just don't want to be a mountain that others can surpass."
If he tries his best to win the competition, Ye Yuntian will become the target of analysis by countless challengers. At that time, no matter what martial arts he practices, he will be targeted.
Only someone like Mu Qingyun who pursues fame and wealth would be so stupid as to expose his shorts to others.
"Admit defeat. I don't want to strain the relationship between the two sects. As long as you admit what you have done, I can spare your life."
"Hahaha!" Mu Qingyun showed a cold laugh.
"You want me to admit defeat? Dream on!"
After saying that, he took a few steps back and pulled out the sword blade in his hand.
Then he staggered towards the medicine cauldron and said with a ferocious expression.
"I haven't lost yet!"
