"You killed my son, I'm here to take revenge!"

The head of the Xu family was full of grief, holding a flying sword, and his true anger was agitated.

Ye Xuan was a little puzzled and asked:

"Is your son Xu Jingtao?"

"That's right! The storm is my pride, and it is a genius that our family has not met in fifty years, but you killed him and buried himself in the sea, and his bones are gone!"

"If I say that I didn't kill your son, or even the people on the treasure hunt cruise, would you believe it!"

"Are you mentally retarded to me? There are more than 300 people in a boat, and only a few of you survived, not you killed it, or who killed it!"

The head of the Xu family was furious, and as soon as he made a move, he made a fierce sword move, and slashed it in the air.

With the blessing of the Feijiao Sword, the sword qi is more than 30 meters long, cutting gold and jade, and picking people's heads.

Ye Xuan shook his head, he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only do it. The weeping blood sword shone red, and a sword shattered the opponent's true qi.

"Give back my son's life!

The head of the Xu family is like an arrow from the string, approaching in an instant.

The breath of the whole body is integrated with the Flying Jiao Sword, communicating the prototype of the sword soul, and forcibly reaching the realm of the unity of man and sword.

With a sword swing, it was a twenty-meter True Qi Jiaolong, with scales and armor, and the dragon was majestic, spanning dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, and biting down on Ye Xuan.

"Blizzard!"

Ye Xuan's sword move is fierce, and the sword is brave and unstoppable!

A bloody sword, dancing out of the sky full of snow, mixed with a cold wind!

Like countless small Xiaoice knives, wrapped in terrifying yin qi, the True Qi Jiaolong was consumed.

The head of the Xu family was shocked: "How is it possible, after losing the Innate White Emperor, you still have this kind of strength!"

Everyone was touting the subtlety of the innate sword weapon, so much so that they ignored Ye Xuan's strength, and almost everyone thought that he would be the strength of the Mercury Blood Realm after him!

"I'm far more than that, since you're making trouble with me, I'm ready to die!"

Ye Xuan's body was weak, but the killing intent in his heart was extremely strong, and with the help of his soul power, the weeping blood sword was demonic and annihilated.

"It's so cold!"

"Cold feet!"

"Frozen neck!"

In an instant, the three killing moves came out together.

Attack the wrist first and break its moves. Attack the soles of the feet again, mess up their proportions, and finally wipe the neck with the blade of the sword, killing with one move!

"You're not a mercury blood ......"

The neck of the head of the Xu family, blood gushed out, and the whole person was like being pumped to the bone, with endless remorse and unwillingness, and slowly fell!

Although he is at the peak of cranial transformation, he has cultivated the earth-level exercises, and he has been the head of the family for many years, he is pampered, and his strength is fifty on the hidden dragon list!

Fighting is not child's play, anger will not have any victory blessings, but will affect thinking!

"Ahem, ahem!"

Ye Xuan killed an enemy, but he felt that his blood was surging, and he couldn't help coughing lightly.

The breath has not yet smoothed, and a terrifying murderous machine has suddenly appeared!

"Spring and Autumn Brushstroke!"

Han Ziliang of Zhulu Academy has been hidden for a long time, and he has also accumulated for a long time.

Sudden sneak attack, vigorous and resolute, is the strongest killing move.

Measuring the sky, the blue light is infinite, condensing the jade pen.

Spring and Autumn penmanship, slight and obvious, ambition and obscure, micro words and righteousness, punish evil and persuade good. This is the penmanship of the sages, it is the embodiment of the simplicity of the road, no matter how complex people and things are, they can be explained clearly with just a few strokes.

This ruler is fast and fast, concise and to the point, revealing the sharpness of the sage's pen, pointing directly to the hearts of the people, penetrating the hearts of the people, distinguishing and analyzing the facts, and writing the history books!

"Thunder change!"

Ye Xuan let out a breath of yang energy.

Yin and yang converge, and thunder is born.

The Weeping Blood Sword turned into a bloody light and intercepted the measuring ruler!

However, this move was too fierce, coupled with the fact that it had been brewing for a long time, and the power was terrifying, although it was knocked out of direction by the Weeping Blood Sword, it still cut a narrow wound on Ye Xuan's back.

"Sneak attack from behind, done by a hypocrite, you are a Confucian cultivator, and you even have the nickname of a humble gentleman, ridiculous!"

Ye Xuan grinned in pain, and hurriedly used yang qi to heal the wound.

It's a pity that after the seal was opened, the yin qi was extremely victorious, and the yang qi was crushed to death, just to stop the bleeding, it was already very reluctant.

"Hmph! Zi once said: How to repay virtue, repay virtue with virtue, why complain, repay grievances directly! If you kill several of my junior brothers, I will preach morality with you again, that is rotten Confucianism!"

Han Ziliang's righteous words are righteous and awe-inspiring.

The surrounding martial arts cultivators clapped their hands and said:

"A humble gentleman also has times when he is angry, what kind of reason do you say to a villain like you!"

"Hmph, Ye Xuan Xiao'er, you are really demonic, not only killed the young master of the Xu family, but even the head of the Xu family!"

"You see, the sword weapon in his hand seems to be made of blood-patterned steel, such a sword at least sacrifices hundreds of lives by blood, he is really a person in the Demon Dao!"

"It doesn't matter if he is a demon or a ghost sect, without the Innate White Emperor, he is just a dead man who has half a foot in the coffin, watch me cut off his head with a knife and take it to my brother's clothed mound to worship!"

A group of people were excited, Ye Xuan was weak and seriously injured, it was the best time to kill him and make a name for himself!

In an instant, tracking and killing moves emerged one after another, and all kinds of true qi gushed out, vowing to strangle Ye Xuan to death.

The moonlight is dark, and the shouting of killing is earth-shattering!

Hundreds of blades, pouring endless killing opportunities.

All kinds of true qi contain extreme anger. Ye Xuan held the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand, recalling his childhood.

He was kidnapped by the elders of the Five Elements, suffered endless torture, and was pulled out of the yang veins alive.

With the last yang vein not pumping, he finally swallowed his breath unwillingly, and his heart stopped beating.

The Five Elements Elder thought he was dead, so he asked his subordinates to dispose of the corpse, and the subordinates were lazy and directly threw the corpse in the garbage dump.

It was the New Year, and it was snowing heavily.

The biting snow buried himself, but he was not dead, although his heart was stagnant, his brain was still active, and his soul had not yet dissipated!

It was an indescribable despair that transcended all torture! The whole person was in a quagmire of darkness, feeling nothing, not seeing anything, and unlike the grogginess of sleep, when he died, he was very conscious, and he could clearly feel that the soul was crushing, and at first he would not rejoice, and then he would lose his sorrow......

The only thing I can feel is the faint sound of falling snow, like the whisper of death, counting down to the last moments.

"Hell after the snow!"

Ye Xuan came from the bottom of his heart and used the second half of the snow sword technique.

The poems of the ancients are all Chen Jing first, then lyrical, from shallow to deep, from the outside to the inside.

The snow sword technique is also like this, it seems to be waving the flying snow in the sky, but it is actually expressing the horror of death.

Snow is blood!

Despair is hell!

Combined with the terrifying pure yin qi, this move was pushed to the peak, forming a realm similar to the manifestation vision.

The sword qi spread to hundreds of meters, enveloping most of the martial cultivators, disintegrating the offensive and dissipating the true qi.

"Damn, what the hell is going on, I am worried in my heart, my hands and feet tremble uncontrollably, and I use a move at all!"

"How is it possible! My true qi is actually starting to dissipate, I have never encountered this situation in my life!"

All the martial cultivators panicked, and fear filled their hearts.

And Ye Xuan turned into a killing god at night, a god of death in the snow, although he was weak and dying, but the blood sword swung over, he would definitely take away a fresh life!

Kill one person in one step, blood will be sprinkled in the night sky, and the head will roll up the stairs, wailing all over the white clouds!

Han Ziliang was horrified: "It is the realm of swordsmanship, carrying the way with swords, communicating heaven and earth, forming a domain, and suppressing heresy." As far as I know, even the Little Sword Immortal doesn't have a condensation realm!"

"Damn, how can there be such a talented person in the world, and the way in the sword is the way of death, if you don't strangle the bud, in a few decades, there may be another rebellion of the Kun Demon!"

"Spring and Autumn Brushstrokes, Whispers and Righteousness, Write Legends, and Suppress Evil Demons!"

The measuring ruler is urged to the extreme, like a round of cyan sun, exuding a mighty Confucian atmosphere, condensing the sharp pen, punishing the evil and promoting the good, and writing the correct history.

"Darkness and despair!"

Ye Xuan's sword intent was clear, and behind him there was actually a master of hell who had no joy or sorrow, holding the sword of despair, cutting the world.

Sting!

The chapter of the condensation of the true qi of the Spring and Autumn Period was cut, and Han Ziliang's chest tore open a generation of hideous wounds, and blood stained Confucian clothes.

This one was supposed to kill him, but he had a life-saving hole card on him, and the whole person turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky!

"Ahem, ahem, I'm so weak, I actually let one go!"

Ye Xuan was sweating profusely, panting constantly, and the desperate sword momentum was almost about to collapse.

"The ancient literati, in order to compose good poems, never sleep, forgot to sleep and eat! This desperate chapter of mine, carried the road with the sword, lyrical with the snow, has not been finished yet, how can I stop!"

Ye Xuanqiang gritted his teeth, wielded his sword qi, and harvested life.

Tonight is destined to be a bloody night!

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