The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

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Yan Qishan and Qin Batian's participation in the war made the situation chaotic. The Song, Ye, and Chu families no longer watched the changes, but rushed towards the people brought by the Yan family and Qin Batian.

These people are very clear that they are not the opponents of these master fighters, but they don't mind getting rid of others. In an instant, the front of the villa became a killing field.

The swords and swords faced each other, the cold light was everywhere, the murderous aura was soaring, blood was flying, there were casualties, and the level of strength was immediately revealed.

But the three major families obviously had more people, so the Yan family was forced to retreat steadily. Yan Liuyun was as light as a swallow, shuttled through the crowd, knocked down enemies one by one, and tried to protect his side.

Chu Shaofeng mingled in the crowd, and suddenly rushed out, ready to attack Yan Liuyun, but Yan Liuyun's sharp eyesight and quick hands successfully counterattacked, hitting his chest with a palm, and fell to the ground.

Of the four young masters in Beijing back then, Yan Liuyun was the first, Song Yu, Ye Ke, and Chu Shaofeng were among them. After Chu Shaofeng suffered a big loss at the hands of Tang Zheng, his reputation declined. His reputation is even more at stake.

Chu Shaofeng wanted to regain his prestige, so he planned to attack Yan Liuyun, but he didn't want to be weak, and Yan Liuyun counterattacked easily, causing serious injuries.

Seeing this, Ye Ke couldn't stay out of the matter, and came up to Yan Liuyun in an upright manner, cupped his fists, and said gracefully: "Young Master Yan, please teach me your brilliant trick."

Yan Liuyun's expression froze, and he became serious, but Ye Ke was not; people like Chu Shaofeng were comparable, among the four young masters in the capital, Ye Ke was considered very low-key, but his strength should not be underestimated.

"Please!"

Yan Liuyun cupped his fists, rubbed his body and attacked.

The movements of the two are very fast, like dancing, moving and dodging in the crowd, you come and go, they are fighting happily.

Ye Tianming was not idle either. Although he didn't reach the level of a master martial artist, he was still a congenital master with profound strength. He hit many people with one palm.

Immediately, among the people in the melee, the Yan family was at a disadvantage.

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, three figures shot from a distance, especially one of the sword lights was as fast as lightning, and it arrived in front of Ye Tianming in the blink of an eye, blocking his attack.

Ye Tianming's pupils shrank,

Exclaimed: "Ding Dong!"

It was Ye Dingdang's family of three who came here, and all three were innate warriors, and because of a coincidence, Ye Dingdang not only practiced the Jade Heart Sutra, but also the Chasing Wind Sword Technique, coupled with her close relationship with Tang Zheng, her cultivation base has improved by leaps and bounds, and even She came from behind and surpassed her parents.

Ye Tianlei and Feng Siniang didn't notice this at first, but on the way to hear the news this time, they finally noticed it. They were really surprised and mixed feelings.

It is naturally a happy thing for parents to be surpassed by their daughters, but it is also slightly pantothenic.

Ye Dingdang knew very well that his parents were slightly inferior to Ye Tianming. Moreover, Ye Tianlei cared about the brotherhood of Ye Tianming after all, so of course he couldn't go all out, and he would suffer a loss.

Ye Dingdang couldn't just watch her parents put herself in danger, so she bravely shouldered this burden. She didn't have much affection for Ye Tianming, after all, she hadn't even spoken a few times.

The Qingfeng sword showed its power in Ye Dingdang's hands, and it complemented the wind-chasing swordsmanship. This was the first time she used the Qingfeng sword to defend against the enemy, and she couldn't help but feel a little reluctant at first.

But even so, Ye Tianming's expression was already extremely wonderful.

He hadn't paid much attention to Ye Dingdang, after all, she was just a junior who appeared out of nowhere, and was naturally ignored by him.

But seeing her swordsmanship at this moment, all the contempt in his heart disappeared, and he was only left in shock, looking at her in disbelief.

"Ye Dingdang, how can you be so powerful?"

Ye Dingdang snorted coldly, without saying a word, he stabbed with his sword as fast as lightning. The wind chasing sword technique is fast, ruthless and accurate. She has already mastered the essence of the profound truth, so the power is naturally great.

After more than ten moves, Ye Tianming knew that he was not Ye Dingdang's opponent at all.

He has practiced martial arts for decades, but he was severely suppressed by a younger generation. This is really a shame and humiliation, which made him roar and resist.

But Ye Dingdang has always firmly suppressed him, making him unable to turn the big waves at all, and there are many dangers, with many wounds left on his body, he is in a mess.

Ye Meiyu hid behind the crowd, looked at Ye Meiyu from a distance, with a dull expression, and muttered to herself: "How can this bitch be so powerful?"

Ye Meiyu has been competing secretly with Ye Dingdang. Since Ye Dingdang's family of three broke away from the Ye family again, she has been complacent for a long time.

In addition, she entered into a marriage contract with Song Yu, which made her feel like a winner, and she didn't take Ye Dingdang seriously.

But at this moment, seeing the father she had always been in awe of lost to Ye Dingdang, all her self-confidence suddenly collapsed, making her feel ashamed.

She panicked and asked Song Yu, her fiancé next to her, "What's going on?"

Song Yu's eyes were vicious, almost spitting fire, and he glared fiercely at Ye Dingdang. Originally, he could have Ye Dingdang, but it was Tang Zheng's disruption that made his plan come to nothing. He had to compromise and get engaged to Ye Meiyu.

He couldn't be more clear about Ye Meiyu's romantic affairs. Compared with Ye Dingdang, Ye Meiyu is a phoenix in the sky and a crow on the ground.

Hearing her inquiry, Song Yu said angrily: "Aren't you from the Ye family? You don't know, how would I know?"

Ye Meiyu was furious after being insulted, and glared at Song Yu angrily. Song Yu's eyes turned cold, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and kept silent like a cicada.

"Let's go, it's too dangerous here." Ye Meiyu subdued and said coquettishly.

She was originally here to watch the excitement, and her three-legged cat skills can only be sent to death. Besides, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, how could she really do it.

Now that there is no excitement to watch, and there is danger of death, she certainly doesn't want to stay longer.

Song Yu gave her a contemptuous look, and shouted angrily, "Get lost!"

Then, Song Yu rushed into the battle group again. Song Yu always believed that Master could kill Tang Zheng, so why would he run away halfway? This would not only ruin his face, but also make Master despise him. Yes, his swordsmanship still has a long way to go, without the guidance of his master, then his kung fu has almost come to an end.

Ye Meiyu stared fiercely at Song Yu's back as he disappeared into the crowd, and muttered, "What's so fierce, my old lady won't play with you anymore, and you died in the end."

Song Yu didn't know that he was cursed by his fiancée. Seeing Yan Qishan and Qin Batian entangled Ye Xuanji and Chu Mingxuan, Tang Zheng finally freed his hand and directly attacked Song Jianan in the crowd. Father Song Jianan stood on the same front and joined hands to resist Tang Zheng.

Even so, Tang Zheng didn't lose the slightest bit of wind. He saw the battle spirit sword flashing brightly, forcing the two of them to stagger back.

Song Yu's eyes were about to burst, she let out a low growl, and quietly attacked Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng's heart moved, and he immediately spotted Song Yu's figure. He swung his sword backhand, poof, the Battle Soul sword penetrated Song Yu's abdomen, his arm shook, and Song Yu flew into the crowd like a kite with a broken string. He fell in a pool of blood, and was trampled on several times by several people.

"Yu'er!" Song Hanjun screamed in shock, rushed to Song Yu's side, and helped him up, only to see that he was covered in blood, and he still had the air of a handsome young man.

Although that sword wasn't a fatal wound, it still caused Song Yu to suffer a lot, and he said weakly, "Father, you must kill Tang Zheng."

Song Hanjun gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, with Senior Sword God here, none of today's enemies will be let go."

As he said that, he looked into the villa, and behind the window, those beautiful faces were very clear.

"Tang Zheng's beauty is not shallow, so many women are hidden in the golden house, hmph, if he hurt my son, I'll kill his women, making him miserable." Song Hanjun gritted his teeth.

Whoosh!

Song Hanjun rushed towards the villa like a gust of wind.

Out of the corner of Tang Zheng's eyes, he saw Song Hanjun's movements. He was well aware of his plan, but he didn't try to stop it, as if he didn't see it at all.

Song Hanjun rushed to the door, extremely excited. In his subconscious mind, these women looked beautiful, but they were all powerless people, and it was easy to kill them.

As for whether he would feel guilty about killing a group of women and children, he absolutely would not. Even his servants who had been with him day and night for many years could kill them, so why couldn't a few strange women not do it.

The door was kicked open by him, and with a flick of the long sword, he pierced in. The light of the sword was chilly.

boom!

Suddenly, a palm hit his chest silently, the chest suddenly sunken inward, and a clear palm print was printed on his chest.

He was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down, and the long sword in his hand flew out of his hand involuntarily.

The world was spinning, he was sure that his own blood was going to boil, his face was red, blood was already flowing from his eyes, he fell heavily on the ground, a mouthful of blood spewed out, staining the ground red.

"Who hurt me? Aren't there only a few women inside? Why am I hurt?"

He was panting like a cow, his face was getting redder and redder, but he couldn't figure out what was going on?

This was obviously an easy task, but he failed it. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the room, only to see a person standing at the door, a calm woman.

He noticed his hand and knew immediately that he had just been hit by her.

Wu looked at Song Hanjun from afar, the strike just now was all out, without fancy, the power of the God of Fire Palm was vividly displayed, she didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue it, because it was not necessary at all.

That palm had already broken his pulse, and he was sure to die.

Sure enough, Song Hanjun's breathing became more and more rapid, and more and more blood flowed out of his eyes. He still stared at Wu, trying to say a few harsh words, but he couldn't say anything, only heard the sound coming from his throat. Whooping sound.

Suddenly, he froze all over and fell down suddenly, life was cut off.

[Author's Digression]: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!