The participation of Yan Qishan and Qin Batian in the battle made the situation chaotic, and the rest of the Song, Ye, and Chu families no longer waited and watched the changes, but roared and rushed towards the people brought by the Yan family and Qin Batian.

These people knew very well that they were no match for these grandmaster warriors, but they didn't mind getting rid of the others, and in an instant, the front of this villa became a killing field.

The swords faced each other, the cold light rose everywhere, the murderous aura was soaring, the blood was flying, there were deaths and injuries to each other, and the level of strength was immediately revealed.

But there were obviously more people from the three major families, so the Yan family was forced to retreat one after another. Yan Liuyun's body is as light as a swallow, shuttling through the crowd, knocking down enemies one by one, and trying to protect his own side.

Chu Shaofeng was mixed in the crowd, and suddenly rushed out, ready to sneak attack Yan Liuyun, but Yan Liuyun was quick and successfully counterattacked, hit his chest with a palm, and fell to the ground.

Of the four young people in the capital that year, Yan Liuyun was the first, Song Yu, Ye Ke, and Chu Shaofeng were among them, Chu Shaofeng suffered a big loss in the hands of Tang Zheng, and his reputation declined, and the Chu family fell, and the name of the four young people in the capital was even more precarious.

Chu Shaofeng wanted to regain his prestige, so he was ready to sneak attack Yan Liuyun, but he didn't want to lose his strength, so he was easily counterattacked by Yan Liuyun, causing serious injuries.

Seeing this, Ye Ke couldn't stay out of the matter, so he came to Yan Liuyun in a dignified manner, hugged his fists, and said gracefully: "Yan Shao, please teach me your high skills." ”

Yan Liuyun's expression was abrupt and became serious, Ye Ke was not comparable to people like Chu Shaofeng, among the four young people in the capital, Ye Ke was very low-key, but his strength was not to be underestimated.

"Please!"

Yan Liuyun clenched his fists and rubbed his body to attack.

Both of them are very fast, as if dancing, shuttling and dodging in the crowd, you come and go, and they are very happy.

Ye Tianming is not idle, although he has not reached the level of grandmaster martial artist, he is also an innate master, with profound strength, one palm, and he has already hit many people.

At the time of the climb, the people in this melee, the disadvantages of the Yan family's side were fully revealed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, three figures shot out from a distance, especially one of the sword lights was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Ye Tianming, blocking his attack.

Ye Tianming's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "Ding Dong!"

The person who came was Ye Dingdang's family of three, all three of whom were innate martial artists, and because of a coincidence, Ye Dingdang not only practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, but also chased the wind and swordsmanship, coupled with her close relationship with Tang Zheng, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and she actually came from behind, surpassing her parents.

Ye Tianlei and Feng Siniang didn't notice this originally, but on the way to hear the news this time, they finally noticed it, and they were really surprised and had mixed feelings.

Being surpassed by a parent by a daughter is naturally a joyful thing, but it is also a little pantothenic.

Ye Dingdang knew very well that his parents were slightly inferior to Ye Tianming, and Ye Tianlei remembered the brotherhood of Ye Tianming after all, of course, it was impossible to go all out, and he would inevitably suffer.

Ye Dingdang couldn't watch her parents put themselves in danger, so she bravely took on this burden, she didn't have much affection for Ye Tianming, after all, she didn't even say it a few times.

The Qingfeng Sword glowed with its power in Ye Dingdang's hands, complementing the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, this was the first time she used the Qingfeng Sword to defend against the enemy, and she couldn't help but be a little unable to let go at first.

But even so, Ye Tianming's face was already wonderful.

He hadn't paid much attention to Ye Dingdang, after all, she was just a junior who suddenly appeared, and she was naturally ignored by him.

But at this moment, seeing her swordsmanship, all the contempt in his heart vanished, and only full of shock remained, looking at her in disbelief.

"Ye Dingdong, how can you be so powerful?"

Ye Dingdang snorted coldly, without saying a word, she stabbed with a sword as fast as lightning, the wind chasing sword technique is already fast, ruthless and accurate, and the essence of the mystery is already familiar to her, and the power is naturally great.

After more than ten moves, Ye Tianming knew that he was not Ye Dingdang's opponent at all.

He has been practicing martial arts for decades, but he was ruthlessly suppressed by a junior, which is really a great shame, which makes him roar again and again and resist.

But Ye Dingdang always firmly suppressed him, so that he couldn't turn over the big waves at all, and he was in danger, and he had already left a lot of wounds on his body, and he was embarrassed.

Ye Meiyu hid behind the crowd, looked at Ye Meiyu from a distance, looked dull, and muttered to herself: "How can this slut be so powerful?"

Ye Meiyu has been secretly competing with Ye Dingdang, and since Ye Dingdang's family of three broke away from the Ye family again, she has been smug for a long time.

In addition, she made a marriage contract with Song Yu, which made her have the illusion of a victor, and she didn't take Ye Dingdang in her eyes at all.

But at this moment, seeing that her father, who she had always feared, was defeated by Ye Dingdang, all her self-confidence collapsed, making her heart feel like ashes.

She asked her fiancé Song Yu next to her in a panic, "What's going on?"

Song Yu's eyes were vicious, he could almost breathe fire, and glared at Ye Dingdang fiercely, he could have possessed Ye Dingdang, but it was Tang Zheng's troubles that made his plan fall through, and he had to compromise and get engaged to Ye Meiyu.

Ye Meiyu's affairs, he couldn't be clearer, compared with Ye Meiyu and Ye Dingdong, one is a phoenix in the sky and the other is a crow on the ground.

Hearing her inquiry, Song Yu said angrily: "Aren't you from the Ye family, you don't know, how can I know?"

Ye Meiyu was murdered, and she was furious, glaring at Song Yu angrily, Song Yu's eyes were cold, making her feel like falling into an ice cave, like a chilling cicada.

"Let's go, it's too dangerous here. Ye Meiyu softened and said delicately.

She originally came to see the excitement, and her little three-legged cat kung fu was only for the sake of death, besides, how could she, who had been pampered since childhood, really do it.

Now there is no excitement to see, and there is a danger of dying, of course she doesn't want to stay longer.

Song Yu glanced at her with disdain and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Then, Song Yu rushed into the battle group again, Song Yu always believed that the master could kill Tang Zheng, so how could he run away halfway, this will not only lose face, but also make the master despise, this is the most deadly, his swordsmanship still has a long way to go, if there is no guidance from the master, then his kung fu will almost come to an end.

Ye Meiyu glared fiercely at Song Yu's back and disappeared into the crowd, muttering: "What is the fierceness, the old lady won't play with you anymore, you died in the end and pulled down." ”

Song Yu didn't know that he was cursed by his fiancée, and saw that Yan Qishan and Qin Batian were entangled with Ye Xuanji and Chu Mingxuan, and Tang Zheng finally freed his hand and directly attacked Song Jianan in the crowd, and Song Hanjun also stood on the same front with his father Song Jianan, working together to resist Tang Zheng.

Even so, Tang Zheng didn't fall behind at all, only to see the battle soul sword and sword light, forcing the two to stagger back.

Song Yu's eyes were about to crack, he roared lowly, and quietly attacked Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng's heart moved, and he immediately found Song Yu's figure, a backhand sword, poof, the battle spirit sword penetrated Song Yu's abdomen, and his arm shook, Song Yu flew into the crowd like a kite with a broken line, fell in a pool of blood, and was trampled on a few times by several people.

"Yu'er!" Song Hanjun screamed in shock, rushed to Song Yu's side, and helped him up, only to see that he was covered in blood, and where was there still a little bit of graceful man's bearing.

Although that sword was not a fatal injury, it also made Song Yu suffer, and he was angry and said weakly: "Father, you must kill Tang Zheng." ”

Song Hanjun gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, there are sword god seniors here, and all the enemies today will not let go of any of them." ”

As he spoke, he looked into the villa, and behind the window, those beautiful faces were particularly clear.

"Tang Zhengyan is very blessed, he actually has so many women in Jinwu, hmph, he hurt my son, I will kill his woman, and make him feel painful. Song Hanjun gritted his teeth.

Sou!

Song Hanjun rushed towards the villa like a strong wind.

Tang Zheng's eyes swept Song Hanjun's movements out of the corner of his eye, and he knew his intentions, but he didn't stop him, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

Song Hanjun rushed to the door, extremely excited, in his subconscious, these women looked beautiful, but they were all powerless people, and it was easy to kill them.

As for whether you will feel guilty about killing a group of women and children, it will never be, even the servants who have been with them for many years can be killed, and how can a few strange women not do it.

The door was kicked open by him, and the long sword shook, and it stabbed in, and the sword light was cold.

Bang!

Suddenly, a palm silently struck his chest, which slammed inward, and a clear palm print was imprinted on his chest.

He was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down, and the long sword in his hand involuntarily flew out of his hand.

The sky was spinning, and his own blood was definitely boiling, his face was red, his ears were red, and blood was already flowing from his eyes, and he fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ground red.

"Who hurt me? Aren't there only a few women in there? Why am I hurt?"

He was panting like a cow, his face was getting redder and redder, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

It was obviously an easy task, but he did it, and he looked up with difficulty, and looked into the room, only to see a person standing at the door, a woman who was not alarmed.

He noticed his hand, and then he realized that he had been hit by her.

Wu looked at Song Hanjun from afar, Fang Cai's blow was all out, there was no fancy, the power of the Fire Immortal Divine Palm was vividly displayed, she did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, because, there was no need at all.

That palm had broken his heart, and he would surely die.

Sure enough, Song Hanjun's breathing became more and more rapid, and the blood flowing out of his eyes became more and more, he still stared at Wu deadly, wanting to say a few cruel words, but he couldn't say anything, only heard a whining sound in his throat.

Suddenly, he froze and fell violently, cutting off his life.

[Author's digression]: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!