"This guy..." Qingyi frowned. She was very decisive in killing people, but she would not torture the enemy.

For her, this is an overly cruel way and contrary to the laws of nature.

But when Ye Wuzong did this, he didn't frown, and the ruthlessness of his actions was far beyond everyone's imagination.

"No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like his brother, and he gets along as well with the little mute on the tenth peak."

Qingyi has been paying attention to this process and can't help but think of some of the scenes I saw on the Tenth Peak.

This view lasted about half a stick of incense.

Bai Yuxing was already dying, his loose and boneless body was lying on the ground and panting.

After the pain that involved countless nerves subsided, his face was numb.

I'm already desperate about this world.

Even regret is gone.

Ye Wuzong held the Nine Prison Sword in his back hand and slowly raised it, the coldness in his eyes never subsided.

People with evil hearts are so cheap even if they regret it.

They can only wail, escape, and beg for mercy.

But in front of Bai Yuxing, every disciple of the Sword Sect who had practiced the swordsmanship was once like the little mute.

Full of love for the world.

Even if you face the threat of death, you have no courage!

Ye Wuzong was more calm and looked at Bai Yuxing and said coldly: "All this... is so cheap for you..."

The Nine Prison Sword penetrated down instantly, piercing through the head of Bai Yuxing, and blood gushed out like a spring.

"Bai, Bai, Bai Guardian, die, die..."

The disciples of Yanluanyuan who were immersed in horror and fear immediately reacted.

"He is Ye Wuzong, let's run away!"

The next moment, they ran away in panic.

The woman in green looked over and was about to unsheath the Qingfeng again.

Suddenly.

"No one left..." Ye Wuzong walked towards the corpses of the disciples of the Sword Sect, and his words fell into the air.

boom--!

Ji Wushang led his horse into the city, and Tong'er sat on it.

He directly activated the golden body of the Ghost King and rushed towards the opposite side. He used his palm to rush the ghost energy and condensed the demonic power to the sky with one punch!

Kill all sides!

Can the disciples of the two forces be able to defeat Ji Wushang? After all, he has been infused with part of the demonic energy of the Burial Demon King in the past and has been opened to his meridians.

Some people turned around and fled.

But he was killed by the blue sword cultivator.

This woman was ruthless when she killed someone.

Ye Wuzong stood in front of the corpses of the Sword Sect disciples and said lightly: "It's a bad luck to have an accident between the same sect. Now the great revenge has been avenged, and it's worth the short time of dozens of days of getting along."

"Return to the dust, return to the land, everyone rest in peace..."

Ye Wuzong pushed his palm forward, and the soul fire - the blood-tonk fire, came out one after another, turning into a vast fire, covering the bodies.

Burn out the bodies one by one and turn into ashes.

"To this day, Brother Wuzhi is still so domineering..." The young man in Zijin Wheel couldn't help but sigh.

The young man holding a cold moon knife smiled and said, "Where do people like Brother Wuzhi, they will make people feel confused wherever they go."

"Because he is a kind person..."

"Brother without trace!"

The young man from Zijin Wheel couldn't wait to shout.

The fire surged into the sky, and the red color reflected on Ye Wuzong's cold face. Suddenly, a shout came from his ears.

Ye Wuzong was slightly stunned and headed towards the second floor of the room beside him. Through the open window, he saw a familiar face.

Very mean, very slutty, but full of smiles.

"Ye Liufeng..."

I don’t know if I was besieged by the Eight Great God Sects and died, leaving too many regrets in that life.

Or maybe it was reborn in this life, integrating Ye Wuzong's own memory.

I don’t know if this former sword emperor was because his heart strings were quietly opened.

It was still him who was immersed in the Jiuyou Sword Technique for a time and forced himself to be cold and cruel.

When I saw Ye Liufeng's silly face.

He didn't realize it and showed a smile.

"Damn, Brother Wuzhi, are you laughing?" Ye Liufeng jumped up from the window.

The other two also flew from the window.

"Brother Wuzhi!" Ye Liufeng spread his arms as if he gave Ye Wuzhi a hug.

Ye Wuzong had a sword in his hand and shook his head slightly: "If you have something to say, don't be as good as before!"

Ye Liufeng's smile collapsed instantly.

Sorry, I'm so passionate...

This person is Ye Liufeng, and the other two are Ye Qingyun and Ye Qing!

"Brother without trace!"

"Brother Wuzhi!"

The two walked to Ye Wujin with eager eyes.

"You didn't leave Cang Domain with the people from the royal family?"

Ye Wuzong asked.

"No, we think this place is more suitable for us. Perhaps, when the journey to King Wu, we will go back to the Tianzhan Congress to take a look." Ye Qingyun said with a smile.

Ye Qing nodded: "Brother Wuzhi, after entering the Sword Sect, are everything okay?"

"not bad……"

Ye Wujin nodded.

At this time, Wen Tao and others also came down to meet him.

Ye Wuzong saw that these familiar classmates were still alive, and his heart was not so cold.

The next moment, Wen Tao and others knelt down in front of Ye Wuzong: "Senior Brother Ye, thanks to you, I can let them..."

"All of them are classmates, so there is no need to say much."

Ye Wujun signaled everyone to get up first.

At this time, Ji Wushang and Qingyi also slaughtered all the remaining disciples of the two sects and drove them back.

Qingyi was wearing a mask, but her beautiful eyes kept wandering on Ye Wujin, but she didn't say anything.

Ye Wuzong brought the horse, held Tong'er in his arms, and entered the room with everyone.

Ling Sen and Wen Tao were seriously injured, but they both carried healing pills and needed to rest for a while after taking them.

Although everyone else was injured, the injuries were not serious and did not affect the next step of action.

"The disciples of the Demon King Holy Mountain will also enter the Tianjiao Shangyu?" Ye Wuzong frowned.

Ye Qingyun nodded and said, "That's right, although there have been several days of fighting in this place, they are not elite disciples of various sects. The same is true for the Demon King Holy Mountain. The elite disciples have all reached the top of the mountain."

"What are your plans?" Ye Wuzong asked.

Ye Qing said: "I originally planned to enter the Sword Sect together, but Qingyun and Fengdi were not practicing swordsmanship. We simply joined the Demon King Holy Mountain. Fengdi also made some names in the Demon King Holy Mountain. Now he is a high-level disciple."

Ye Liufeng waved his hand and said, "Brother Qing, keep a low profile!"

At this moment, the Qingyi Jianchuang, who had been leaning against a pillar, opened her mouth.

"Anyone like you can be a high-level disciple of the Demon King Holy Mountain. The Demon King Holy Mountain will sooner or later be destroyed by other forces."

Ye Liufeng's stinky face suddenly burst out with anger: "Little girl, what did you say?"

Qingyi Jianxiu ignored him and looked at Wen Tao and others: "Don't you know who I am?"

Wen Tao and others were quite respectful: "Chief Senior Sister..."
To be continued...