Proud Sword Rebirth

When Yi Chen mentioned that someone was hiding nearby, waiting for an opportunity to attack, the undetectable mass of demonic energy in the void trembled slightly, and then returned to calmness, as if there had never been any movement.

Only then did the ancestor of the Ye family realize that something was not right. He clearly sensed that there was a demonic energy in the air. Although it was very weak, it did exist. Moreover, the source of this demonic aura actually came from

To his great-grandson-Ye Fan.

The ancestor of the Ye family does not have much affection for Ye Fan. After all, so many generations have passed, and he spends most of his time hiding in the back of the Burial Sword Villa and rarely appears outside, let alone from the Ye family.

In sight, he was just hiding in the dark, occasionally solving some problems for Burial Sword Villa. It is undeniable that as long as Burial Sword Villa is not in danger of annihilation, he will not appear. With this free time, he would rather practice in seclusion. If

If he can understand the secret and break through to become a sword master, then his status in the headquarters of Burial Sword Villa will be higher.

Entering the headquarters of Burial Sword Villa and achieving a certain status is the wish of the ancestor of the Ye family in this life, and as long as the blood flow of Burial Sword Villa is maintained, it will be enough.

"Have you practiced magic?" Although this fact has been confirmed, the ancestor of the Ye family still wanted to confirm it.

For sword cultivators, magic skills can quickly improve their cultivation, at least in the early stages of practice, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, against those with strong Qi and blood, or those with abundant awe-inspiring aura, the magic skills will not be able to

People who are not home probably don't even have the power to resist. Even if they have cultivated to a certain level, they are still subject to restrictions. There are only a handful of people who have truly cultivated to perfection. It's just that the infamy spreads all over the world, but they have paid the price.

Without corresponding rewards, this is why the sword cultivators despise the demon cultivators.

Judging from Ye Fan's appearance, although he has not yet reached a perfect state of cultivation, he can already withstand the energy and blood impact of ordinary sword cultivators. If Yue Shengtao hadn't personally taken action, there might not be anyone who could defeat him.

If he could cultivate to this point without someone's guidance behind his back, the ancestor of the Ye family would not believe it anyway.

He looked down on the demonic cultivator lineage. At the same time, he also understood deeply that all demonic cultivators were cruel, murderous, ruthless, and capable of killing even their closest relatives. Moreover, if a demonic cultivator wanted to improve his or her cultivation,

It is necessary to kill countless people and absorb their Yin Qi. Since Ye Fan has become a climate, then, there must be not only 8,000 but also 8,000 people who die in his hands, right?

Thinking of this, the ancestor of the Ye family suddenly turned cold: "Where is your father?"

For a moment, he became very uneasy. Ye Qing is his grandson. Unlike this great-grandson, he still attaches great importance to Ye Qing. He also watched Ye Qing grow up at the beginning, but he did not see Ye Qing at this time.

figure, he suspected that Ye Qing had been killed by this traitor.

He was standing on the same front with himself just now. Who would have thought that the next moment he would question himself like this, Ye Fan's mood would fluctuate greatly. There was also a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. Although he was very confident in that person's strength, at this time,

But his face turned pale with fright. He has never been the protagonist, not before. Now he is more like a clown. In the future, whether he can survive or not will be a question.

"He, they are in the secret room." He reluctantly finished the sentence. Ye Fan felt that all his strength had been exhausted. He was already seriously injured and almost fainted at this time.

The ancestor of the Ye family regained his momentum and at the same time withdrew his gaze, frowning, sensing the situation in the underground secret room.

As soon as his momentum was gone, Ye Fan felt light all over and breathed a sigh of relief. However, the soaked clothes made him look like he had just been fished out of the water, and his pale face looked even paler.

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"Beast, is this how you treat your father?" When he sensed Ye Qing and Yu Wenyu in the secret room, the ancestor of the Ye family ran away, cursing angrily, and slapped Ye Fan.

If this palm shot was real, Ye Fan would definitely die. The ninth-level sword master struck with hatred, not to mention him, the ninth-level sword emperor who was seriously injured. Even if he was in full state, he could only be killed instantly.

, even if Yue Shengtao comes, he will only be killed instantly.

"Teacher, save me, save me quickly, I don't want to die." Ye Fan shouted with difficulty.

"boom!"

No surprise, this palm finally hit Ye Fan on the chest.

Spurting out a mouthful of black blood, Ye Fan's eyes bulged with unwillingness, resentment, pain, disbelief... and a trace of regret. Those eyes expressed too many emotions, but the look in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The cold aura emanating from his whole body could no longer affect everyone. Perhaps at the moment of his death, what he resented most was not the ancestor of the Ye family, not Yi Chen, not Yue Hengtao, but the teacher he mentioned, right?

"teacher?"

After the ancestor of the Ye family cleaned up the house, he didn't feel any heartache at all, but his brows furrowed deeper. Thinking of what Yi Chen said before about someone hiding aside and waiting for an opportunity to attack, he immediately woke up and said, "Who dares to show up for a fight?"

Fight!" The last word 'fight' was sonorous and powerful, echoing inside and outside the mansion. Even the onlookers far outside the mansion could feel the strong power of Qi and blood.

Under the conscious pressure of the ancestor of the Ye family, the dark magic mist in the void could no longer be hidden. The strong power of Qi and blood, in his current state, was still somewhat troublesome to resist.

The invisible dark mist gradually dispersed, and a middle-aged man in a black and red robe appeared out of thin air.

However, he ignored the ancestor of the Ye family, but looked at Yi Chen resentfully, and a cold voice reached everyone's ears: "Boy, you actually ruined my plan! Originally, I could control this boy, and then

Sneak into the Burial Sword Villa, and now, everything has been messed up by you! All the plans I have prepared for hundreds of years have been destroyed by you! I will not let you go, hahahaha, just wait, I will

Come back!"

The middle-aged man's face was pale, not because he was seriously injured, but because he was pale. He exuded a feminine and cold aura. A black mist surrounded his body, lifting him up and floating in the air.

, looks extremely penetrating.

Looking at Yi Chen bitterly, he said to the ancestor of the Ye family: "Kill my chess piece, and you should be prepared to bear the revenge of my blood-clothed old devil!"

"Can you escape?" The ancestor of the Ye family snorted coldly, "Do you think we will let you escape?"

"Hahahaha!" The middle-aged man laughed arrogantly, "Mortal, you are too ignorant. Even if I am not strong enough now, you can't resist it! It's just that I don't want to waste this hard-earned effort.

Mo Yuan, if not, you would be a corpse now. If I want to leave, no one can stop me!"

After finishing speaking, he disappeared again, as if disappearing from the void. Only a faint black mist proved that he was not far away from this place.

"Where to go!" The ancestor of the Ye family yelled, and the sword-like weapon in his hand was thrown out directly. Following the throw, more than half of the fighting power in his body was poured into it.

among weapons.

"call out"

Before the black mist disappeared, the sword-like weapons came one after another, and the powerful momentum enveloped the entire space. Although no one controlled the weapon, the fighting power poured into it by the ancestor of the Ye family was

It happened to erupt at this moment, and the sword-like weapon suddenly erupted with a strong light, dazzling, and the tip of the weapon carried a sharp sword light, slashing hard into the black mist.

"Rumble!" The air trembled violently, and the violent light also trembled, as if the heaven and earth were violently trembling with it.

Although they knew this was an illusion, everyone still involuntarily took a few steps back, as if this was safer.

Even Yue Shengtao frowned and took a step back, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Unfortunately, under the bright light, although the black mist dimmed a little, the middle-aged voice remained strong: "Little guy, I said, I want to leave, and you can't stop me. If you say you can't stop me,

I can't stop you!" The domineering words and contemptuous tone showed that the middle age was not damaged at all, and the blow just now seemed to have no effect at all.

Everyone was a little regretful, regretful, and worried that if this devil escaped, it might turn into a disaster for the entire Yemian City.

"Remember, I will come back." After that, the black mist floated away into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

His ghostly speed is inferior to even the ancestor of the Ye family of the ninth-level sword sect. He wanted to keep him, but unfortunately he was unable to do so. He felt regretful in his heart. If he had known this, he should not have thrown out all the weapons.

He was in a hurry at the time and made a mistake, but this mistake was irreversible and regretful.

Just when everyone thought that the fact that the devil had escaped was unchangeable, and that they would always be threatened by this devil in the future...

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of metal breaking reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the white light bloomed, covering up the golden sunlight of the setting sun. The dazzling white light made everyone close their eyes involuntarily. When they opened their eyes again, they could only see the bright and dazzling stars in the sky, and countless fragments of the intestine sword.

Spread out in all directions, the sun shines brightly, and the powerful white light complements each other, forming the most beautiful picture in the world. Simple words can no longer describe its dreaminess and beauty...

Until then, everyone suddenly felt the ground shaking and looked up -

I saw Yi Chen pulling the horse's reins, and the purple-tailed lizard slowly stopped its four hooves. Its huge head was pulled to one side and stopped completely.

On the back of the purple-tailed lizard, Yi Chen's right hand still maintained the posture of holding the sword and slashing it down, but there was no sword in his hand. Drops of blood dripped from his fingers. His palm was scratched and his mouth was wide open.

There was a violent gasping sound, and his chest rose and fell, and his face turned slightly pale, as if he had exhausted all his strength due to excessive exertion.

He looked towards the sky with murderous intent, and whispered softly: "You want to leave, have you asked me?"

At this moment, the scene fell into a dead silence, an atmosphere of silence and silence swept across the entire place. No one spoke, and even their breathing temporarily stopped. All eyes were focused on the young figure in a green shirt.