Ye Junlin looked at the old man with murderous intent on his face. Ever since he created the Black Stone Mine, anyone who makes trouble for him and wants to kill him will have only one end, and that is - death!
The wretched old man looked at Ye Junlin and couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, a fear that would only arise when a fat sheep sees a tiger.
Ye Junlin sneered, and the 'Bronze Broad-edged Sword' was suddenly raised and dropped towards the wretched old man.
"Qin Er, be careful!"
Facing Ye Junlin's sudden attack, the old man was at a loss for a moment. Seeing the situation, Ling Yang shouted. The black profound energy in his hand surged again, and the black shield appeared again, covering it.
In front of a wretched old man named 'Qin Er'.
"Boom!" Ye Junlin's giant sword struck the shield, and the black shield remained unmoved. However, Qin Er was knocked back a few steps by the shock wave that penetrated the shield.
"Qin Er, are you okay?" Ling Yang walked forward and asked.
"Thank you City Lord for saving me. Qin Er is fine." The old man bowed to Ling Yang and then whispered: "This boy is very evil. If the two of us put together, we may not be his match. Look, City Lord.
.....”
After listening to Qin Er's words, Ling Yang also thought about it secretly: If he continues like this, he is afraid that the 'foundation' he has built up in this 'Bei Mo City' after more than ten years of hard work will be destroyed.
Destroyed in one fell swoop.
Thinking of this, Ling Yang began to compromise in his heart.
Ling Yang walked up cautiously and said to Ye Junlin cautiously: "My little brother is unparalleled in cultivation. Ling feels ashamed. I think there must be some misunderstanding between me, Ling and my little brother. I don't know if we can discuss it."
To solve it? The worst thing is to use a knife or a gun or something."
"Huh! You're so shameless!" Ye Junlin snorted coldly: "You want peace talks now? Didn't you just say, 'There's nothing more to say'."
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." Ling Yang said with a smile: "Little brother, please don't worry about it."
"Yes, yes, yes. If you have any conditions, little brother, just ask us, and we will try our best to meet them." Qin Er also smiled.
Ye Junlin turned his head, glanced at Li Mo, and motioned for him to come out and speak.
Li Mo understood and walked forward quickly.
"Let my wife go immediately!" Li Mo said decisively.
After hearing this, Ling Jin had a troubled expression on his face. The little lady had just been captured by him for a day, and she hadn't had the chance to be 'favoured' yet. It would be a pity to just let her go.
Seeing Ling Jin's expression, Ling Yang secretly sighed in his heart: The family is in misfortune. Then he loudly reprimanded: "You son of a bitch, why are you still standing there? Why don't you let him go quickly!"
Ling Jin was yelled at by his father and was immediately at a loss. At this time, he was even more entangled: on the one hand, he did not dare to go against his father's words; on the other hand, Li Mo's wife was so beautiful and fragrant.
, I really can’t bear to let him go like this!
A quick-thinking butler on the side saw the situation and cursed in his heart: What a shameless guy. Then he glanced at the city lord Ling Yang and ran towards the backyard quickly.
Not long after, a young woman with tears on her face ran out, fell into Li Mo's arms, and choked with sobs: "Mr., I..."
"No need to say anything, just come back." Li Mo also choked with sobs.
Ye Junlin on the side couldn't help but step back when he saw this "touching" scene, and secretly sighed in his heart: "Back then", why didn't I meet a "good person" like "me" today?
How about helping?
But at this time, Ling Jin was furious when he saw this scene: This little lady is too ignorant. She misses me, Ling Jin, the second son of the Ling family.
If you want to have a house, isn't it better than a poor boy?
Thinking of this, Ling Jin became even more angry. The anger flowed along his meridians and poured into his mind bit by bit.
In the end, his anger defeated his reason!
A black iron sword covered with black mysterious energy was thrown from the hand of our 'Second Young Master of the Ling Family' and flew straight towards Li Mo.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and even Ye Junlin, who was standing aside, did not react.
"Be careful!" Li Mo's wife shouted, turned around, and helped Li Mo block the sword.
"Bah!"
The black iron sword pierced her body and even penetrated Li Mo's chest. Countless blood spattered onto Li Mo's chest and dyed his clothes red.
Li Mo's wife gently caressed Li Mo's cheek and said as she was dying: "We agreed... to... to join hands... the old ones, but I'm afraid... this time... I have to... break the promise."
Already..."
After saying that, a young heart stopped beating.
"No!" Li Mo roared, hugging his wife tightly in his arms, tears pouring down like a waterfall.
"That's too much!" Ye Junlin seemed to feel the same thing, staring at Ling Jin with a murderous look in the sky.
The situation that was about to be reconciled was broken in an instant, and Ling Yang, who was full of hope, felt as if he had been slapped in the face in an instant.
"You prodigal son!" Ling Yang angrily slapped Ling Jin hard in the face.
Ling Jin seemed to be woken up by the beating, with a look of regret on his face, but it was too late.
Ye Junlin has already come up to kill him with a 'bronze broad-edged sword'.
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
Seeing the situation, Qin Er helplessly clenched his black iron scimitar, and reluctantly resisted Ye Junlin's two attacks. In his heart, he greeted all the women of the eighteenth generation of Ling Jin's ancestors, and secretly sighed: The city lord's
His whole life's reputation has been ruined at the hands of this second young master. If things go wrong, we servants will have to be buried with him in the end!
Ling Yang was filled with regret at this time, regretting that he doted on his son so much that he had brought this disaster to the family.
But no matter how much he regretted it, it was already too late. Ling Yang had no choice but to grit his teeth and face Ye Junlin.
"Hurry up and go to the Sword Making Villa to find your elder brother!" Ling Yang shouted towards Ling Jin.
"It's better to take care of yourself first!" Ye Junlin shouted, and endless sword intent surged on his sword.
Qin Er felt that Ye Junlin's offensive seemed to have become more fierce, but before he had time to think about it, Ye Junlin had already raised his giant sword and slashed at him.
"Qiang!"
Qin Er reluctantly raised his scimitar to block Ye Junlin's attack, but his arm was still numb from the shock, and the scimitar in his hand almost fell away.
"Old Qin, escort Jin'er to the Sword-Forging Villa. I'll stop this kid!" Ling Yang calmly came up with the brass in his hand and shouted to Qin Er loudly.
"Master, be careful!" Qin Er replied simply and neatly, turned around and ran back.
"Are you leaving?" The sword energy in Ye Junlin's hand surged, and the long-lost 'big killing move' was revealed again.
"Jianyi, Po Feng!"
The sword energy was like the tide of Qiantang, rushing suddenly. The next moment, a line of sword energy spread across the wind, breaking through the wind towards Qin Er's back.
"boom!"
The sword energy directly pierced Qin Er's body, and then hit a wall, bombarding the wall into ruins.
Ling Jin looked at Qin Er's standing body in surprise, stretched out his hand, and asked tentatively: "Elder Qin?"
The moment Ling Jin's hand came into contact with Qin Er's body, the originally strong body split apart and was cut into two pieces from the waist.
Ling Jin screamed and fainted immediately.
Ling Yang, who was fighting Ye Junlin, saw this scene and was secretly shocked: Could this be the legendary 'Sword Intent'?
Ye Junlin seemed to see through Ling Yang's doubts and said coldly: "Don't worry, it will be your turn next."
I saw endless sword energy surging in his hand again...