Ye Chu held the long sword in his left hand, struggling to move his legs, and as soon as he stood up, he fell down.

"Stand up!" Ye Chu shouted in his heart.

Zheng Renjun was not in a hurry, and then paced.

"You can die. ”

"Peace of mind, as a division commander, I will bury you well. ”

Despair, deep despair.

No matter how talented Ye Chu is, he only sees the micro realm, how can he compete with the half-step Lingyun's Sword Rain master?

Zheng Renjun waved his hands again, and saw that an extremely powerful aura was about to explode, taking the lives of King Ye and the others.

"Master, I've found my junior brother!" a crisp voice sounded.

Zheng Renjun frowned slightly, the smile on his face swept away, and he looked at the person who appeared not far away with a cold gaze.

Seeing that the man was dressed in green clothes, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, there was a little elegance between his eyebrows.

It's like a scholar studying hard in a private school, and it's like the mildest breeze.

"Who are you?" Zheng Renjun said coldly.

The man arched his hand slightly and replied, "Xiaosheng's surname is Wen Mingqian." ”

Zheng Renjun looked at him suspiciously, and then asked, "Are you here to get a sword?"

"No, Xiaosheng is here to find someone. ”

"Who?"

"My junior brother. ”

As he spoke, Wen Qian pointed to Ye Chu, who was sitting paralyzed on the side.

Now, even Ye Chu was confused, but obviously he understood the situation better, and shouted loudly: "Run!

Wen Qian smiled slightly, like a gentleman's orchid quietly blooming in the spring breeze.

"Little Brother Xie cares. ”

Zheng Renjun frowned again, and said with some surprise: "You're not afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?"

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

"You and I have no grievances, what are you doing to kill me?"

"So it's an idiot?" Zheng Renjun sneered, his disdain overflowing.

Wen Qian was still so calm and gentle, and replied: "Besides, although I have never practiced martial arts, Your Excellency can't kill me. ”

Zheng Renjun was sarcastic, too lazy to say more to this idiot in his mind, his sleeves moved slightly, and the killing intent was revealed.

"Apprentice, where is your junior brother?"

Someone came slowly, but there was a bit of joy in his voice.

An old man with white hair.

Zheng Renjun's heart moved, and a divine sense floated out from the spiritual platform, wanting to explore the cultivation realm of the person in front of him. But before it touched the man's body, this divine consciousness was like a mud cow entering the sea, never to disappear again.

The sword of Qingyu came out of his waist, and Zheng Renjun's face was solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy. He found that he couldn't see the realm cultivation of the person in front of him at all, but the side of the horizontal sword didn't dare to take the initiative to attack, but just asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The man didn't pay attention to the half-step Lingyun Sword Rain master, and just looked at Ye Chu, a little distracted.

Countless memories came to my heart, and the past was like a wisp of smoke, but it only turned into a long sigh.

"Finally found you. ”

Zheng Renjun moved his footsteps slightly, intending to escape.

"The head of a generation actually made a murderous deed, and Jianyumen is really not as good as a generation. ”

Zheng Renjun's expression was grim, and he replied calmly: "This disciple is not good, and he is only a little disciplined. ”

"Then how can you kill my disciples? Not to mention a villain like you, I will kill one when I see one. ”

Zheng Renjun knew that a battle was inevitable, and at a distance of twenty zhang, the long sword moved slightly.

The sword moved in the distance, but the sword intent had arrived.

However, the sword intent that intended to preemptively attack suddenly disappeared, just like Fang Cai's divine sense, quietly rising and extinguishing.

Zheng Renjun was sure that he was not the enemy of the old man in front of him, so he forcibly squeezed out a smile, and just wanted to say something, but suddenly found that his throat seemed to be blocked, and all the words he wanted to say turned into a strange whine.

This old man didn't even have a sword, so Zheng Renjun didn't have the slightest idea of resisting, only the word "escape" came to his heart.

You must know that this Zheng Renjun is a half-step Lingyun Great Cultivator!

I saw that the long sword of the head of the Sword Rain Gate was blocked, and the sixth form of the Sword Rain Gate was used.

The dryness generated by the flowing fire blade was swept away, and the flames around him were short for a while, and the power of the earth sword was actually faintly suppressed by his sword intent!

The heaven and earth vitality in the cave was poured on the sword as if it was poured into a funnel, and the entire rock wall was stripped away, and the cave shook again, as if the ground was shaking.

The wind and rain are rising.

Zheng Renjun's move is such a scene, and the head of the Sword Rain Gate really lives up to his name.

But the old man didn't seem to see this terrifying scene, and his expression was as usual, and he just covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times.

The falling rocks were suddenly frozen in the air, and the peeled rock walls and flickering flames all stood still, as if even the space was still.

After an instant.

The crumbling rock was re-embedded in the rock roof, and large swaths of peeled rock walls were pressed back together.

The flame returned to its original state, swaying, burning, and radiating its own light and heat to its fullest.

Nothing seems to have happened, except for a puddle of blood.

"Master, the man fled. Wen Qian said.

"It doesn't matter, his secluded mansion has been destroyed, and he won't live more than half an hour. ”

Ye Chu saw that the two people in front of him had saved his name, and hurriedly wanted to thank him, but suddenly felt that something was pulling him.

A hand grabbed his sleeve.

"Anzhi!" Ye Chu looked at Wang Anzhi's expression, his heart sank, he shouted his name loudly, and moved his body vigorously to crawl to his side.

The white-haired old man approached and tapped Wang Anzhi's forehead with his fingers.

His expression became solemn for the afternoon, and finally he shook his head and stepped aside.

"You save him, I beg you to save him!" Ye Chu almost cried out.

"Ye Chu......" Wang Anzhi couldn't see Ye Chu's face clearly, there was only a vague figure in his sight, and his once bright eyes seemed a little blurry, becoming more and more blurred.

Ye Chu carefully wiped the blood stains on his face with his sleeve, slightly revealing his originally delicate face.

Ye Chu paid attention to his eyes that were obscured by the coagulated blood, and then gently wiped away the blood in his eyes, as if he was carefully wiping the glass that shattered at the slightest touch.

"Ahem-" Ye Chu's chest was stuffy, and he coughed a few times, but he couldn't control coughing blood on the face of the young man in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" He looked a little flustered, and kept wiping Wang Anzhi's cheeks with his sleeve, but found that he couldn't wipe it clean at all.

In the midst of the seven orifices, blood still kept growing.

When Wang Anzhi heard his apology, his originally foggy and cloudy eyes suddenly returned to clear, and Ye Chu's face became clear for a while.

That face was a little flustered, a little scared.

He suddenly felt something drop on his face, drop by drop, flowing into his mouth, astringent and bitter.

He smiled.

A shallow smile, without any poignant feelings, not a bleak and helpless smile, only a relief from the heart.

"Ye Chu, goodbye. ”

After speaking, the eyes that were clear and clean as the blue sky after the rain disappeared.

He closed his eyes.

Shut up forever.