The piercing sound of swords rang out, penetrating everyone's eardrums, and at the same time, the power of sword fingers came like a savage beast.
The sword energy severely damaged all the warriors in an instant, and the two sword energy disintegrated with purpose, directly suppressing the two top-level masters Dao Yuanzi and Ye Liang who were leading the heroes. The siege of the heroes was broken in an instant!
Despite being surrounded and resisting to the death, there were still many casualties.
Everything is dim.
Seeing the crowd that had just mocked him with extremely arrogant arrogance, the Purple Light Sword Master sneered.
"Oh--"
"The power of ants is so weak, I didn't think you could stir up any waves."
"I really failed to live up to my sincerity in taking out the Purple Light Sword!"
The Purple Light Sword Master looked around, his eyes full of teasing, and finally his eyes fell on Ye Liang and the two of them. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised to an evil arc.
"Today, I also want to let you, the Ye family, taste the pain of losing a loved one!"
Then, the Purple Light Sword Master flew up and shouted towards the woods to the west.
"Come out!"
As soon as the strong men of the Sword Sect who had been squatting outside the Ye family's territory received the instructions from the Purple Light Sword Master, they immediately jumped out and rushed towards the gate of the Ye family. Everyone's face showed bloodthirsty and passion.
Crazy smile.
Burning, killing, looting, looting, and the invasion of a large number of enemies plunged the Ye family into a state of war, with continuous screams and cries filling the entire Ye family.
The blood everywhere seemed to have dyed the ground bright red. Under the tenacious struggle of generations of Ye family, many people had fallen. Ye Wuchen's eyes turned red. Looking at the blood relatives everywhere, he roared loudly.
With.
The sweat on his forehead had turned into blood when it fell. Blood was oozing out from the corners of Ye Liang's mouth, desperately protecting the descendants of the Ye family who were seriously injured and fell to the ground. The whole bloody scene was extremely tragic and too tragic to watch!
This was the most brutal invasion in the family's history for hundreds of years, and the entire Ye family fell into hell on earth.
Seeing the strong men of the Sword Sect who were committing all kinds of evil and falling into a state of madness, Qiu Muyun looked up at the sky, and a drop of blood and tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
"Hell is empty, the devil is in the world! He has a righteous sword spirit, but he can use it to commit such evil deeds, ugh——"
The ancestor of the Quan family, who was fighting side by side with Qiu Muyun, also let out a desperate sigh and said.
"A loyal man will never regret it until death! We have been descendants of the Quan family for generations. If I, Quan Yan, were to die in this sea of fire today, I would be considered a martyr with love and righteousness!"
After the crazy burning and killing, the pleasure of bloody violence filled their hearts. The sword cultivators from the island country had a look of enjoyment on their faces. They looked at this scene of hell on earth and burst into laughter.
"Yo Xi, you ants from the Dragon Kingdom, have you seen the power of our island nation! Hahahaha."
"How dare you make an enemy of the Purple Light Sword Saint, the light of our island country, you are really tired of living. Today, no one will be left alive, all of them will be buried with the master of the Purple Light Sword Saint!"
Ye Xiaoran was stationed outside the door, his red eyes staring at the enemy in front of him.
Inside the door were several junior members of the Ye family who had no martial arts skills and no ability to protect themselves. Ye Qingcheng was among them.
"Xiaoran, let Ye Qingcheng contact Su Li quickly!"
In the chaos, Ye Liang moved closer to the door and shouted at Ye Xiaoran.
When he was in despair, the image of Su Li appeared over and over again in the heart of the old ghost Ye Liang. He knew that at this moment, only that man was the only hope to save the Ye family from the fire and water.
Ye Xiaoran nodded and shouted into the room.
"Qingcheng, contact Su Li quickly!"
"Only he can save us. If he doesn't come again, our Ye family will really perish!"
In the room, Ye Qingcheng's eyes were red and she covered her mouth with her pale hands, fearing that she would burst into tears. Through the glass window, she witnessed the tragedy that was happening to the Ye family.
Ye Qingcheng bit her lower lip tightly, sobbed and shook her head, her eyes full of stubbornness.
This is the Ye family's grudge. So many innocent people have been involved. Is it necessary for one more person to die? What's more, he is just an entry-level warrior who doesn't even have inner energy!
Pain and despair boiled in his heart. Ye Qingcheng suddenly raised his hand and smashed it against the wall on one side. The blood reflected on the pale wall, making it look particularly abrupt.
She lowered her head heavily, almost burying it in her arms, and silent tears kept falling. Over the years, she thought that she had to rely on herself to survive in Jiangcheng, but in fact, from birth to now, the halo of the Ye family in Kyoto has been above her head.
The family's kindness has been exhausted, but there is no way to fight back when the family is in crisis.
How much she wanted to stand side by side with the rest of her family, even if the final result was death, it was still better than being this protected, shrunken waste!
At this moment, she hated this sudden intruder, and even more hated her own powerlessness!
The clouds were gathering, and Ye Qingcheng was almost out of breath under the heavy weight of despair.
outside the door.
The members of the Ye family, who were fighting to the death with a group of sword sect masters, had been hit hard by the Purple Light Sword Master before. Now, after several fights, they were already exhausted and would soon be unable to hold on any longer!
Seeing more and more Ye family members falling around them, the haze of despair enveloped their hearts inch by inch, sweat and blood mingled together, and the desire to die rose.
Ye Jiao's hair was disheveled, and her usual energetic demeanor was no longer there. She put her hands on the floor and tried to stand up again.
"Yo Xi, the girl looks very handsome."
"If you kneel down and beg me for mercy, I will consider making your death look good."
The strong man from the Yijian Sect showed a lewd smile, slowly leaned down and lifted Ye Jiao's chin.
"Pooh!"
Ye Jiao raised her head and spat out a mouthful of blood on his face. The sword sect expert became so angry that he suddenly pulled out the soft sword from his waist and stabbed her slender neck.
Between the electric light and flint, a golden light wave struck, and the soft sword flew away.
The Tianhu totem was reflected in the sky, and vaguely, an ancient white tiger came through the wind and clouds, and a man with a mask appeared directly above Ye Jiao and the sword sect strongman.
Cold eyes glanced through the mask at the owner of the soft sword just now.
On the other side, a graceful masked girl is riding the Phoenix Divine Sword, galloping towards her with the sky as the background. Behind the tail of the sword, there are shining clouds.
Immediately after the two of them, a dragon roar pierced the sky, and the clouds reunited to form the body of a white dragon. The white dragon soul pushed through the clouds and made a shining appearance!