The moment Yun Langhuan took action, the void shook.

Ye Baiyun only felt ripples appearing in the air in front of his eyes, implying the extremely powerful and domineering fist power.

"High-grade Martial King?"

His heart was shaken, but his mind was blank and he had no time to think more.

Ye Baiyun directly used his palms to shoot out white mist-like infuriating energy, making the power of chaos in Yunze space become stronger!

"Hmph, the mantis is using its arms as a chariot!"

Yun Langhuan wore a mask, but smiled coldly.

The punch became stronger and more powerful, directly shattering the large white mist. The power of the fist did not diminish, turning into a light blue fist shadow and hitting Ye Baiyun's chest directly.

boom--!

Ye Baiyun received a solid punch in the chest, his body-protecting energy was shattered, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Haha, in the Yunze space, there is the ability to plunge people into a state of chaos, but that is only for enemies in the same realm. This punch of mine can defeat all kinds of magic. Can you block it?"

Yun Langhuan said, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Finished.

Yun Langhuan formed a seal with his hands. The cyan isolation formation that had been laid out before was instantly reinforced.

Ye Baiyun put down the hand covering his chest, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and he said: "You dare to take action at the Sword Burial Sect, you really don't know how to live or die..."

Yun Langhuan smiled and said: "Let's get the sword. If you are lucky and don't show up here tonight, you will naturally not die. It's a pity that God doesn't want you to live!"

"Get the sword?"

Ye Baiyun's eyes narrowed and he instantly glanced in the direction of Jianjing.

"Don't look at it. Ye Guichen's strength cannot suppress that sword. Tonight, this is your burial place."

Yun Langhuan said.

Ye Baiyun has already thought of the other party's purpose, it must be the mother-and-son sword that was suppressed under the sword well.

At this time, there is an isolation formation on all four sides.

With his strength at the second level of the Martial King Realm, he could naturally take care of himself and escape alone.

But, if he leaves.

Both Ye Yurou and ancestor Ye Guichen will be in danger.

As the head of the clan elders, he would never allow this to happen.

"We need to find a way to contact Beishan..."

Ye Baiyun thought secretly in his heart.

He never left Ye Yurou's side at this moment.

At this moment, a dazzling purple-red sword light erupted from the sword well, rising into the sky.

"Huh?" Yun Langhuan and others looked at the location of Jianjing.

Ye Yurou's absent-minded eyes returned to clarity at this time, but when the purple-red sword light erupted, she spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Yurou, are you okay?" Ye Baiyun quickly came to her side, supported her, and said urgently.

"Grandpa Baiyun, he, who are they..."

Ye Yurou felt five killing intents, looked over, and was slightly startled.

"I'm here to seize the sword. There's a ghost in our clan."

Ye Baiyun narrowed his eyes and said.

Immediately, he asked: "Yu Rou, is there anything unusual under the sword well?"

Ye Yurou's melancholy face now showed even more worry. She had already seen that the sword surrounded by the evil aura had already injured Old Ancestor Ye.

"Haha, Yin Sha Jue Ming, flawless swordsmanship, such a sharp edge, and bloodthirsty sword intent are not something Ye Guichen can handle. The last hope of you two has been shattered."

Yun Langhuan suddenly stretched out his hand, and a dark, huge Zhenqi handprint appeared in the air.

Like a giant mountain with five fingers, it clasped down towards Ye Baiyun and Ye Yurou.

The two of them were instantly sealed inside.

Ye Xuanfeng sent a message to Yun Langhuan and said: "My lord, please just kill them."

"Don't worry, I calculated the time very accurately. They can't escape. However, I plan to use the blood of Ye's people to sacrifice the sword."

Yun Langhuan put his hands behind his back, displaying strength that was almost crushing.

He whispered to the other two men in black: "There is plenty of spiritual energy near this sword altar. Don't waste it."

The two men in black nodded, immediately pinched Zhou Tianjue, and began to absorb the spiritual energy near the Sword Burial Gate.

The Sword Burial Gate is not only a place for sword sacrifice, but also a place for cultivation.

Mu Feiling looked at the woman beside him at this time and said with a smile: "I heard that the so-called purple, white, golden and green clan disciples can only operate up to five great heavens when encountering this kind of spiritual energy that contains sword intent."

The woman smiled disdainfully. Although she had one arm, her delicate body was like a huge whirlpool, and she began to rapidly absorb the spiritual energy around her, which was very crazy.

"With the blessing of an eighth-grade Xuan-level emperor's bone and three blood souls, Qingyue is indeed the proud daughter of heaven in the eyes of Yunlan Academy. It seems that after re-attaching her arm, I can take her back to Mushi

The government is arrogant..."

Mu Feiling flicked her wrist, and a dark red mysterious sword appeared in her hand. He planned to seize the mother-child sword directly under the instruction of his master.

At this time, Ye Yurou suddenly looked at the few people and said without being humble or arrogant: "You guys give up, that sword is beyond your control... No more people should die for it."

"Oh? Uncontrollable?"

Yun Langhuan was a little curious and said, "What did you see?"

Ye Yurou looked at Yun Langhuan and said, "I can't tell you, but I'm kindly reminding you."

"Haha, you are such a kind girl, but the disciples of the clan house you know may not be as good as you think."

Yun Langhuan raised his hand, and there was a jet black ring on his ring finger.

The ring flashed, and five panicked disciples of the Ye family appeared.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Yurou asked anxiously.

Ye Baiyun was also furious.

These disciples of the Ye family should be disciples of the branch, because they are wearing uniform uniforms of the Ye family.

Yun Langhuan ignored the two of them and said calmly: "Throw it over to the Jianjing."

Long Kun nodded and blasted away these struggling Ye family disciples with one palm.

It flew over Jianjing.

Although, everyone can feel that there is a powerful zhenqi under the sword well, which is trying its best to suppress the violent sword intent.

However, it still could not prevent those Ye family disciples from being torn apart by the sword storm.

A large amount of blood gathered into a stream, blending into the wind around the sword well.

Ye Yurou cried, "You, you guys!"

Yun Langhuan smiled and said: "Ye Guichen used this stupid method to cause such a disaster. I am not like him. Little girl, some things are better to be stained with blood."

Ye Baiyun was furious and wildly moved his palms. The rioting Qi in his palms hit the dark five-finger prison hard.

Boom boom boom——!

It's a pity that his realm is much lower than Yun Langhuan, and for a while, he couldn't break through it at all.

"Now, it's the elder's turn."

Yun Langhuan looked at Ye Baiyun.

The five-finger prison erupted with jet-black rays of light, hitting Ye Baiyun.

"no, do not want!"

Ye Yurou grabbed Ye Baiyun's sleeve tightly.

Ye Baiyun, on the other hand, took a deep breath, his eyes calm, and seemed to be ready to die.

He planned to forcefully burn his blood energy, break open the five-finger cage, and then send Ye Yurou into the sword well.

As long as the ancestor is still there, the plans of these men in black will not succeed easily!

At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded in the void!

"The Dark Thunder Magic Sword, the Shadow Controller of Heaven!"

Suddenly, in the darkness, a dazzling blue electric light suddenly pierced the sky!

I saw another man in black, holding a mysterious sword surrounded by blue electric light, flying close to the sword well.

Later.

A sword slashed down!

moment.
Chapter completed!