"It turns out that Your Excellency also has some backgrounds, and you actually know some of Shang Yunyan's nicknames!But you hurt my Shang Yunyan's son, the future master of Wuji Gate! No matter what your origin, no matter what the reason, if you dare to hurt him, you deserve to die! And you are so vicious, cutting off my son's cultivation foundation, it is even more damned thousands of times!" Shang Yunyan waved his hand, and more than a dozen masters who came with him moved, quickly surrounding Ye Qinghan in the middle, and the cold killing machine instantly enveloped this place.

"Very good, then you can also die!" Ye Qinghan's gaze swept over the faces of the people around him, and said lightly.

"Junior, you can reach the innate realm at a young age, and it is very good to be able to take me without dying. It's a pity, just a congenital, I haven't paid attention to it yet, today I'll let you see what it means to be a person outside of people! Huangquan Road, remember to learn how to be a person!" Shang Yunyan stepped down suddenly, letting out a loud roar. His body shook, his palms slapped continuously, and in an instant, the sky was full of palm shadows, layer upon layer, surging towards Ye Qinghan like ocean waves.

"The beacon fire is long, the red dust road!" Ye Qinghan still had one hand behind his back, groaning softly in his mouth, and his left hand and finger moved at will in the air. A soft sound sounded at his fingertips, and countless sharp energies swayed out.

"You are dead, my father has broken through the innate and entered the realm of grandmasters ten years ago. A guy like you, he can kill ten people with one slap!" Shang Yin was standing aside at this moment, and shouted happily when he saw Shang Yunyan's powerful and terrifying moves.

"Grandmaster, it's just a trace of spiritual coercion, what is it in front of me?" Ye Qinghan chuckled, his sword finger collided with Shang Yunyan's palm shadow in the air, and the explosion sound kept ringing.

The happiness on Shang Yin's face quickly froze, and he couldn't believe that every time a bang appeared, Ye Qinghan would take a random step forward. And Shang Yunyan, who was recruiting him, was retreating step by step.

The palm shadow and sword finger disappeared, and between the two of them advancing and retreating, they had already walked a distance of more than a dozen steps. Ye Qinghan's face was calm, but Shang Yunyan, who was facing him, had an unprecedentedly solemn complexion.

"The sword is coming!" Shang Yunyan beckoned to the Wuji Sect disciple on the side, and let out a soft snort. A disciple holding a sword shook his hand, a sword roar sounded, and the long sword flashing with cold light suddenly flew out of its sheath and fell into Shang Yunyan's hand.

"This person actually forced the master to use his sword so quickly?"

"The last time a master used a sword, it should have been ten years ago, right? What is the origin of this young man, how can he be so strong at such a young age? How is this possible? How can there be such a young grandmaster in the world?"

It's a pity that he was too ruthless, and it was the junior brother who was injured. Otherwise, such an extraordinarily talented young master should really be wooed!"

Such a person must not be let go alive. Otherwise, with his talent, he will have endless troubles!"

"What the hell is the little junior brother doing? It's only been a few days since you went out, and you have provoked such a master?"

"I used my sword because of the swordsmanship you used. It's your swordsmanship, not to you!" Shang Yunyan pulled a sword flower, raised his long sword, and said in a cold voice.

Ye Qinghan sneered: "Oh, then if I switch to boxing, do you want to put the sword in your hand back again?"

"Bastard, he has no devotion to swordsmanship, and he dares to use swordsmanship? Today, I will teach you a good lesson for your master, and then take your life!" Shang Yunyan's face turned pale, and he roared, and the sword light in the sky poured towards Ye Qinghan like a match.

"The wind is surging, and the fog is all over the sky!" Ye Qinghan groaned softly, still using only his left hand, and the sharp breath between his fingers came out of his fingers and flew all over the sky.

The clanging sound of gold and iron clashing kept ringing, and everyone in Wuji Gate was stunned to see that Ye Qinghan was still stepping forward step by step, and Shang Yunyan, who they thought was going to win, stepped back step by step like just now.

"How is it possible? How can you have such a strong sword intent at such a young age?" Shang Yunyan's face changed drastically, and a roar came out of his mouth. Those who watched the battle couldn't feel it, but he was in the middle of the battle, and his heart was shocked.

What he was holding in his hand was a real sword, and Ye Qinghan just made a sword finger with his fingers. However, Ye Qinghan's swordsmanship at will actually made the long sword in his hand make a light sound. It is like a courtier who sees a king, with fear, with a humble surrender. almost out of his control, worshipping Ye Qinghan.

"Almost!" Ye Qinghan looked at his feet, the two of them were already nearly twenty meters away from Ye Mengyao at the moment. He forced Shang Yunyan back all the way, and his purpose was just to worry that the people and dogs of Wuji Gate would jump off the wall in a hurry and hurt Ye Mengyao.

Ye Qinghan's figure was suspended out of thin air, his arm was slightly raised, and his sword finger was also pointed at the sky. It seemed to be a very casual action, but the faces of the people in the Wuji Gate below changed greatly. The long sword hanging from their waists was screaming and trembling wildly, and countless sword sounds were practiced together.

"The sword is coming!" Ye Qinghan let out a soft shout, the same two words, but their power is very different.

I saw that the long sword that all the Wuji Sect disciples around him was holding in his arms, and it suddenly shook in his soft shout, and it came out completely uncontrollably.

"The sword is like autumn water, leaving no trace!" The poetic whisper was like a curse in Shang Yunyan's ears. He struggled to control the long sword in his hand, but where could he block such a terrifying sword light?

More than a dozen long swords are like long dragons, like autumn water, circling and flying in the sky, and the sound of swords is long and pleasant. It's just that in this pleasing scene, there are endless killing opportunities. The sword light surged across the beach like a huge wave, and after a crash, it retreated silently. And Shang Yunyan, who was in the sword light, was already dripping blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood there in a daze.

"Master!" shouted many Wuji Sect disciples, trying to rush over. After the frightened gaze swept over Ye Qinghan, he stopped in fear.

"Quick, please take action, elders!" The long sword in Shang Yunyan's hand had been broken inch by inch, and only one hilt was left in his hand. His body was densely covered with wounds, and he barely opened his mouth to say a word, and a large mouthful of blood immediately spurted out, and he fell straight backwards.

"Impossible, what kind of demon method are you using? My father is a master of the Grandmaster, how can he be defeated in your hands!" Shang Yin's face was full of disbelief, and he shouted almost madly.

"I'll give you my first big gift, do you like it?" Ye Qinghan looked at Shang Yin with a leisurely gaze and said coldly. Degree of literature