Hearing this, Yue Qingqian almost burst into tears, she was in agony. Her mother was dead, her brother was injured and had not been able to leave for twenty years, and her father was guarding the compound alone.
Just as Yue Fengyun said, how could she have the dignity to be the daughter of the Yue family?
"Father, I'm sorry..." As she said this, Yue Qingqian pushed Ye Wudao away and walked forward.
"Qing Qian, don't, it's dangerous." Ye Wudao hurriedly grabbed her and said.
Unexpectedly, Yue Qingqian opened his hand and said, "Don't stop me. Everything started because of me, and it will naturally end because of me. Just think of it as an end."
With a thud, Yue Qingqian knelt in front of Yue Fengyun.
"Father, it's all my fault. Just kill me. But Yelang is innocent. I hope you can let him go."
Yue Qingqian begged hard. At this moment, she just wanted to die to clarify her ambition. Unfortunately, this was just her wishful thinking.
First of all, Ye Wudao would not let her die, and Yue Fengyun would not let her die happily.
Immediately, Yue Fengyun raised his hand to grab Yue Qingqian. The two were only three feet apart, and at Yue Fengyun's speed, they reached Yue Qingqian's side in the blink of an eye.
Ye Wudao was shocked and immediately stepped forward to rescue her. He even said, "Come at me if you have any hatred. Don't hurt her."
Seeing Ye Wudao coming forward, Yue Fengyun showed a strange smile on his face, and immediately clapped his hands and said: "Ye Wudao, let me see if you have made any progress in these years."
"What?" Ye Wudao heard this and fell into the trap, but it was too late to retreat at this time. Besides, Yue Qingqian was still under Yue Fengyun's control, so he had to save her.
Ye Wudao also struck out with a palm, and even sent out several incarnations to rush towards Yue Fengyun.
Yue Fengyun sneered, saying that people become better with age, how could he not see Ye Wudao's thoughts and not stop him.
The palms of the two collided, causing a strong explosion. Ye Wudao was among them, and he picked up Yue Qingqian who was lying on the ground.
Yue Fengyun's words were really vicious. With just a few words, Yue Qingqian fell into deep guilt and couldn't extricate herself for a long time.
But at this moment, Yue Fengyun suddenly attacked, and Ye Wudao couldn't dodge at all. In order not to hurt Yue Qingqian, Ye Wudao slapped Yue Fengyun hard on the back.
The two of them landed on the ground, and Ye Wudao spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood spattered everywhere, and some of it was sprinkled on Yue Qingqian's skirt. It looked extremely bright and eye-catching.
"Yelang, Wudao, how are you?" Yue Qingqian asked anxiously. Looking at Ye Wudao's depressed expression, Yue Qingqian regretted why she didn't stop Ye Wudao's words and insisted on moving forward. Go and ask for Yue Fengyun.
After so many years, she had imagined that the hatred in Yue Fengyun's heart would fade away with the passage of time, but she didn't expect that nothing had changed, he was still so cold-blooded and ruthless.
Yue Fengyun put his hands behind his back, his long hair flowing in the wind, staring closely at Ye Wudao, with a disappointed expression on his face.
"Ye Wudao, Ye Wudao, I didn't expect that after so many years, your cultivation has only improved a little. It really disappoints me. Come on, kill him..."
Yue Fengyun shook his head. He thought that with Ye Wudao's talent combined with the killing sword technique, he would probably come to him when they met again, but he didn't expect that he would think highly of Ye Wudao.
Thinking of this, Yue Fengyun became even more angry. If he had the Killing Sword Technique and the Killing Heart Sutra in his hands, he might have reached the state that all cultivators long for, ascension.
As Yue Fengyun finished speaking, Jian Chen and Yang Zhongyuan appeared behind him with more than twenty people, all with proud expressions on their faces.
No one thought that Ye Wudao, who was so arrogant just now, would be easily injured by Yue Fengyun and lay on the ground. One can imagine how strong Yue Fengyun is.
"Ye Wudao, do you have anything else to say?" Yang Zhongyuan came directly to Ye Wudao and said coldly.
"Haha, just vent your anger. Don't kill him. Let me do it. The revenge for killing the disciples and the serious injuries. Now it's finally time to recover the interest." Jian Chen also said proudly.
Yue Qingqian saw that the two people looked unkind, and immediately stood up and protected Ye Wudao behind her. She stared at the two of them coldly and said, "What are you going to do? You want to kill Yelang, you are not worthy."
Saying that, Yue Qingqian made a hand gesture with her hands, and suddenly a white bolt flew towards the two of them. The silver-white bolt flew away like a shooting star.
"How dare a little woman show off her strength? Break it for me..." Jian Chen sneered, his eyes full of disdain, and he casually fired out a sword energy.
If he had known about the conversation between Yue Qingqian and Yue Fengyun just now, he probably wouldn't be so dismissive, but unfortunately it was already too late.
The Pi Lian shot by Yue Qingqian easily dispersed the sword energy fired by Jian Chen, and then rushed towards Jian Chen.
Jian Chen was puzzled for a moment, but he didn't expect that Ye Wudao's wife was not only outstanding in appearance, but also had good cultivation, but she couldn't catch his eye.
He immediately used all his strength to strike out with his sword, and Yang Zhongyuan on the side didn't even remind him. He couldn't stand a self-respecting and arrogant person like Jian Chen, so it would be nice to let him suffer a little.
"Ah...damn it."
There was no violent explosion as expected, but only screams. The Pi Lian shot by Yue Qingqian directly swallowed up Jian Chen's sword energy.
Under Jian Chen's disbelieving gaze, it was stamped hard on his chest. There was only a sizzling sound, and the silver-white light was shining brightly. Jian Chen's chest was being corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This is the power of Moonlight? How could it be possible? Damn it, Yang Zhongyuan, you actually refused to save me."
Jian Chen shouted, immediately recognizing that kind of power, he glared at Yang Zhongyuan fiercely, and hurriedly stepped back to look at Yue Fengyun.
This power of Yuehua is extremely corrosive and powerful. Only people from the Yue family can use it. Therefore, currently only Yue Fengyun can save him.
"What a waste." Yue Fengyun snorted coldly. Instead of saving Jian Chen, he directly grabbed Jian Chen.
"Deputy Hall Master, no." Feeling the power coming from Yue Fengyun's hand, he actually wanted to suck his own spiritual power, Jian Chen begged and wanted to struggle.
But within a moment, Jian Chen collapsed on the ground like a ball of mud.
Yang Zhongyuan took a look and was too scared to speak. It was obvious that Jian Chen was dead, but Jian Chen didn't know why Yue Fengyun wanted to kill him until his death.
"You, go kill him." Yue Fengyun took a deep breath and said to Yang Zhongyuan.
Yang Zhongyuan was startled. Jian Chen's death was still vivid in his mind. How could he still dare to take action? He immediately said: "Master of the Palace, this villain's cultivation is low. I'm afraid he won't be a match for the young lady, or..."
When Yang Zhongyuan said this, he glanced at Yue Fengyun secretly, and saw that Yue Fengyun had no expression, and then said: "My Lord, the Lord of the Palace, is wise and martial, and has profound cultivation. It is the Lord of the Palace who personally takes action to cut through the mess with a sharp sword..."
Yang Zhongyuan is worthy of being the person who can sit in the position of city lord. He is indeed good at observing people's words and following others' influence. After hearing this, Yue Fengyun was not only not angry, but also felt very comfortable and asked Yang Zhongyuan to step down immediately.
