The appearance of the three people immediately shocked everyone present. Only the Purple Light Sword Master, who was watching not far away, still had a calm look in his eyes, without any disturbance.
Feeling the trembling aura caused by the arrival of these uninvited guests, the sword cultivators from the island country stopped their killing movements. When they looked at the three of them, the fear hidden deep in their pupils spread out.
"Phoenix...Celestial Tiger...and White Dragon!"
The leader of the island country's sword cultivator was the first to react. He raised his head and looked up and down at the three people who appeared out of thin air to join the battlefield. His eyes were fixed on the silver masks on the cheeks of the three people. The symbol representing the power of the Martial Temple was looming behind their ears.
Then, his eyes were shocked, the hilt of the sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably, and exclamations followed.
"These are the three great martial saints from the Martial Arts Temple!"
The three great Martial Saints are the strongest subordinates under the Martial God. The strength of one person alone can overthrow an entire province. But now, these three people are actually gathered together. This battle is so huge!
After learning the identities of the three powerful men in front of him, the leader showed an incredible look.
Is it possible that the Martial God Temple came here to save the Ye family from this disaster? Or...even the arrival of the three martial saints of the Martial Temple was the work of the Purple Light Sword Saint?
The leader looked into the distance, looking at the expressionless sword master who was controlling the purple light sword to suppress the Ye family, trying to receive his response.
On the other side, everyone in the Ye family who was in dire straits had tears in their eyes, and Ye Jiao, who had just saved her life in time, couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.
It’s the Phoenix Spirit!
Ye Qingcheng's beautiful eyes lit up, and a deep warmth filled her heart. She had met Phoenix Spirit several times when Su Li was sleeping, but she didn't expect that now she would come to Ye's house with her companions to help.
After being moved, Ye Qingcheng seemed to have realized something. Liu Ye frowned, gritted her teeth, and made a cruel look before calling out to the Phoenix Spirit loudly.
"Fengling, what are you doing here? Run away!"
"The Purple Light Sword Master is not something you three can fight against. This is our Ye family's own grudge. There is no need for you to put yourself in danger. You should escape from this place of right and wrong quickly!"
Ye Qingcheng knew that the strength of the Purple Light Sword Saint had long surpassed the masters. Even top-level masters like Dao Yuanzi and ancestor Ye Liang were no match for him. Even if the three major martial saints united, there was no chance!
Seeing Su Li's connections fall one by one, Ye Qingcheng now does not want these relatives and friends who have unreasonable grievances with the Ye family to suffer any further harm or loss.
Crystal tears shone in the corners of his eyes, and his heart was turbulent. Ye Qingcheng yelled stubbornly.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"
Under Ye Qingcheng's numerous obstacles, the Phoenix Spirit jumped up with the sword in hand. The Phoenix Sword in his hand danced, exuding a colorful luster, like a lifelike Phoenix wandering in the sky, elusive and elusive, as if it could attack all things with life.
She looked at the Purple Light Sword Master with her sharp, cold eyes, picked up the Phoenix Sword with one hand, and struck it in front of everyone in the Ye family with the power of the sword, freeing everyone from the pressure of the Purple Light Sword Master.
In an instant, the fierce pressure from the Purple Light Sword Master dissipated, and everyone in the Ye family suddenly felt that a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted from their bodies, and they began to greedily breathe in the air.
Phoenix Spirit, who was resisting the pressure of the Purple Light Sword on his own, reluctantly turned around, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and met Ye Qingcheng's worried eyes with a smile.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen today."
Seeing Phoenix Spirit's risky behavior, Ye Qingcheng was anxious and worried. She insisted on shouting at Phoenix Spirit.
"Fengling, please take the people away quickly. There is no need for you to get involved in this muddy water."
Before the Phoenix Spirit could speak, the majestic voice of the Purple Light Sword Master echoed throughout the sky.
"The Ye family members are right, even if your Martial Arts Temple takes action, it will not help!"
"Don't try to be a savior, or you will lose your life in vain. What's more, you three guys from the Martial Arts Temple are just bullshit. The three great Martial Saints. To me, you are no different from the corpses on the ground."
"Oh, by the way, if the three of you insist not to leave, remember to notify your Martial God first to help you take away the body!"
The increasingly loud voice made the listener's eardrums almost burst, and the Purple Light Sword Master's mocking voice immediately aroused the anger of Tianhu Ling and Bailong Po.
The strong wind roared, mixed with the low roar of the dragon. The white dragon soul mobilized the true energy in the body, slowly gathered it on the huge fist, and in one go, the swift fist was thrown out.
A dragon head flashed out from the heavy fist, slowly opened its bloody mouth, and struck in the direction of the Purple Light Sword Master.
Tianhu Ling followed closely behind, and a sacred and majestic golden light was pushed out from his hand, stabbing the Purple Light Sword Master with lightning speed.
The two of them worked together, and their powerful aura caused roaring sounds to erupt in the air.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, the Purple Light Sword Master took action. He clasped his hands together, intertwined his ring finger and little finger, and muttered something silently.
The next second, the purple light sword in his hand turned into countless miniature versions of the purple light sword. The sharp purple light sword penetrated the air, and the powerful sword energy directly neutralized the two people's attacks. The two people who were still fierce were spinning around.
He was knocked back in an instant.
Bai Longpo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes dimmed a bit.
Although he only suffered some minor injuries in the attack just now, he still clearly felt the huge difference in strength between him and the enemy.
Everyone who was silently watching the battle stood there in surprise. Everyone in the Ye family who had just begun to gain hope earlier was completely stunned.
Seeing the three defeated Martial Saints, Ye Qingcheng was completely heartbroken. Emotions of despair and sadness occupied her mind. Her emotions exploded in an instant, and she screamed and appealed desperately.
"Everyone, take advantage of the opportunity and run away! We can't resist the Purple Light Sword Master!"
"Don't look back, run as fast as you can!"
In the silent atmosphere, Ye Qingcheng, who was making heartbreaking appeals, became the focus of everyone. At the same time, her pale cheeks with pear blossoms deeply attracted a young swordsman from the island country.
With her graceful body and angelic face, coupled with her pitiful expression at this moment, the young swordsman was completely bewildered.
"I didn't expect that the Ye family would have such a pretty and charming woman. It seems that I have to bring some trophies back to the island country today!"
He strode to the side of the Purple Light Sword Master, pointed his finger directly at Ye Qingcheng, and said loudly.
"Please Sword Master, have mercy! Allow me to take this woman back to my country for fun!"