readx; On the stone steps in front of the gate of the Yangji Palace, a cyan robe and a white bearded Ximen Qingyu stood with his hands behind his back, and on his left and right stood a thin old man with a long sword on his back, and a middle-aged man holding a katana and wearing a hat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And in the wide open space in front of them, the scuffle of the crowd intensified, the screams of swords piercing into the body, the sonic boom of true anger breaking through the air, and the dead bodies all over the ground stained the ground blood-red.

Watching all this coldly, Yamamoto Yelu beside Ximen Qingyu smiled and said: "Ximen family master, the two sects of the sword path have rebelled, after this battle, no one in Tianmen Mountain will oppose you again." ”

"But the Ximen family is no longer qualified to compare with the Shangguan family, and such a tragedy is not what I hope." A touch of helplessness flashed in Ximen Qingyu's eyes, and he sighed softly.

"As long as the Ximen family has the support of my senior brother, it will not be a problem to become the only ancient martial arts family in Huaxia, if the head of the Ximen family had listened to my senior brother's proposal and eliminated these rebels as soon as possible, there would not have been a tragedy of both defeats today." Ritsu Yamamoto pouted and smiled.

Sighing slightly, Ximen Qingyu spoke: "Mr. Yamamoto, it's time for your people to make a move, my disciples have already suffered too many casualties." ”

"Hehe, their men are already exhausted after many battles. If it weren't for the strength of the elders of the Hidden Sect and the strength of Ximen Yingfei, this battle would have ended long ago. So what we have to do now is to kill these old guys in public, and the rest of us are not afraid. ”

Yamamoto Yeritsu's eyes were murderous, and with a wave of his hand, fifty samurai with katanas, black cloaks, and hats behind him moved quickly, and quickly pounced into the crowd of melees, besieging and killing the four elders of the hidden gate.

Although the four elders of the thin and gray clothes are all strong and strong, the fierce battles have already consumed most of their strength, and their physical strength is seriously exhausted, and the fifty strictly trained warriors cooperate with each other very tacitly, and the four elders are trapped in it, and they can't get out of the siege for a while.

The situation was originally in an unfavorable situation of the two sects of the sword, four powerful masters were trapped, the situation became more and more passive for a while, Ximen Yingfei was surrounded by two congenital masters, Ximen Xiao was injured, Siemens and Tang Yarou with a group of disciples and hidden disciples fought hard, but gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Master of the Simon family, now is the time for you to show the majesty of the head of the family, as long as you kill Simon Yingfei, these people will definitely become a plate of loose sand." Yamamoto Noritsu laughed proudly and looked at Ximen Qingyu.

"Head of the house, let me kill Mr. and Mrs. Siemens." The other thin old man smiled excitedly.

The last hesitation in his eyes flashed, Ximen Qingyu finally lost the last bit of his surname, nodded, and burst out with the powerful momentum of the innate peak, and his body catapulted up, pounced on the three Ximen Flying Eagles who were fighting fiercely.

Just when the corners of Yamamoto Yeritsu's mouth showed a sinister sneer, a cold snort suddenly came from behind him, and Yang Yifeng didn't know when, standing behind Yamamoto Yeritsu.

"Who?" Yamamoto Yeritsu's face changed slightly, and his momentum soared, but he didn't dare to make any rash moves. Being able to get behind him quietly, he knew that he had met a master.

He knew that in the face of an enemy who might be stronger than himself, any wrong reaction would be fatal.

"Turn around, I won't do it behind my back, I don't care to sneak attack to kill you. I want you to see head-on who you are dying at. Yang Yifeng said in a cold tone.

Yamamoto Yeritsu finally couldn't keep calm, because he suddenly saw several young men and women with high skills appear in the crowd of people, and they killed seven of his subordinates with the strength of the upper ninja in just one face.

And the formation of the four elders besieging the hidden gate was broken, and the warriors who had broken through the gap could not take care of it, both offensive and defensive, and they began to be chaotic for a while, he knew that the general trend had gone, and these subordinates could not stop the extermination of these innate masters.

The power of the innate master is not to be underestimated, even in the Ximen family, the number of innate masters is limited, not cabbage, for the balance of power between the two sides, one or two more may change the situation of the battle.

At this time, five innate masters suddenly appeared, and there was an unfathomable powerhouse behind him, and a cold sweat broke out on Yamamoto Yeritsu's face.

It was only at this time that Yamamoto Yeritsu knew how much mistake he had made, why the two sects of kendo who had been holding back their anger suddenly rebelled against Ximen Qingyu, without the support of strong foreign aid, they would definitely dare to take risks.

To be able to dispatch so many innate masters, no matter how stupid he is, at this time he also guessed where the person behind him was.

"You are Yang Yifeng." Ritsu Yamamoto said in a deep voice and turned around.

"I heard that your name is Yamamoto Wild Donkey, the younger brother of Kazuo Watanabe. If I don't kill you today, I'll waste your kung fu, beat you into a waste, leave you a dog's life, and go back with one breath left to tell Kazuo Watanabe that old ghost, Monaco I didn't kill him, but he won't have a chance to threaten me again. Next time, I will personally rush to Yumoto, cut off his head, and hang it in that bullshit Yasukuni Shrine. Yang Yifeng said with a sneer.

"Yaga, I'm going to duel with you." Yamamoto Yeritsu was annoyed and ashamed, the katana was raised high, and with a single sword that condensed the strength of his whole body, the strong sword wind cut through the barrier of the air, and Yang Yifeng could even feel the terrifying lethality contained in the knife qi generated by the blade.

With a trace of disdain in his eyes, Yang Yifeng left an afterimage on the spot at the moment when the sword wind touched his body, and ghostly appeared behind Yamamoto Yeritsu.

A knife missed, Yamamoto Noritsu stepped deep into the stone steps with both feet, his waist twisted, his arms were round, and he slashed behind him in a reversal.

Yang Yifeng avoided this knife again, stood not far away with his arms crossed and shook his head with a sneer: "Your speed is too slow." ”

"Yaga, I'm going to kill you." Yamamoto Yelu roared, the so-called bushido spirit made him unable to stand Yang Yifeng's contemptuous eyes and words. raised the knife again and slashed down, slashing directly at Yang Yifeng's face.

Yang Yifeng didn't dodge this time, his whole body was condensed in his right arm, and he blasted out with a violent punch, hitting the katana that Yamamoto Noritsu had chopped down, and with his flesh and blood, he actually resisted the sharp katana.

Ritsu Yamamoto's eyes burst with excitement, he didn't believe that anyone in this world could block his sword with his bare hands, unless he was a god. He had already imagined the ending of Yang Yifeng being split in half with a knife, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a cruel smile.

However, the katana he slashed down suddenly seemed to be blocked by an invisible airflow, and Yang Yifeng's fist was just in front of the katana, but it couldn't fall.

"Do you think you can break my protective true qi? The realm of the Martial Saint is not something you can imagine. Yang Yifeng not only lightly blocked his katana with his fist, but also said with a relaxed face.

This is impossible, Yamamoto Yelu used the power of milk, roaring loudly in his heart, and his face was flushed, but Yang Yifeng in front of him seemed to be wrapped in a wall of qi that could not be seen, not only could he not split this knife, but he was also locked by a suction force, and he couldn't even change his moves.

"It's time to finish." As soon as Yang Yifeng's faint voice fell, his body shot straight at Yamamoto Yeritsu, and a punch hit Yamamoto Yeritsu's chest.

With a bang, Yamamoto Noritsu let out a terrible wail, his body flew out, and he fell to the ground and fainted after convulsing a few times.

At this time, the tide of battle was reversed, and less than ten of the more than fifty warriors remained, and the two elders of Bai Mei and Gray were dealt with, and the thin two males besieged the thin old man. And the five people of Feixue and the harsh winter surrounded Ximen Qingyu, and the strength of the five of them fought fiercely against this innate peak master, a generation of powerhouses of the Ximen family, and they did not fall behind at all.

The appearance of Yang Yifeng and others made the morale of the two sects of the sword path soar, especially the disciples of the hidden sect who were all brave, and the people of the qi sect were all fighting hard, and seeing the change in the situation, they also began to rout.

"Ximen Qingyu, if you still have a surname, let your disciples stop immediately, you failed, so many people died today, it was all caused by your desire for profit, blinded by power, and luring wolves into the house, the ancestors of the Ximen family are looking at you, can you bear to let so many people accompany you to die a tragic death?"

Looking at the scuffle below, the dead bodies everywhere, and the blood stained the ground red, Yang Yifeng suddenly felt a tasteless grief and indignation, and his voice pierced through the sky and clearly entered the ears of everyone below.

The children of the Ximen family who were fighting were coldly drunk by Yang Yifeng, and they were sad and stopped fighting.

Although they fought with each other, it was only a competition between sects, and they were all in the same line, and they didn't have any deep hatred. But today I have to fight to the death, too many brothers and relatives have died in this family tragedy, and they all feel a deep sense of grief and humiliation.

Even Ximen Qingyu and the others turned gloomy, Ximen Qingyu let out a long sigh, made a false move, and jumped out of the battle circle.

"All the disciples of the Simon family, I may not be qualified to order you as the head of the family now, but I ask you as an old man, everyone stop, there are too many dead, it's all my fault."

As if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden, Ximen Qingyu's blood-stained robe trembled under his body, and he looked at the bloodstained family disciples around him with a sad and painful face, and the old tears were all over his eyes.

"Ximen Qingyu, I knew it now, why bother in the first place. The Ximen family has always been a righteous faction in the Chinese martial arts world, but the current Ximen family has disappointed too many people. Xiao Yueben is ambitious, and the heart of China will not die, and even gangs like Qingyan and the two gangs will not be used by them, but you have done a stupid thing that hurts relatives and enemies are fast, are you worthy of the ancestors and ancestors of the Ximen family? Yang Yifeng was full of anger, pointed at Ximen Qingyu and said coldly.

"Look at the blood all over the ground, the disciples of the family who are not blind to death, they did not sacrifice their lives for the country, they did not die against the evil forces, they died at the hands of their own blood-related comrades, what kind of face do you have to face your ancestors and ancestors after they die. Ximen Qingyu, in vain as a grandmaster of your generation, you have made me lose the intention of killing you, because it will only insult my hands. ”

"Hahaha――――― scolding is good, Yang Yifeng, worthy of being Tong Baichuan's proud disciple, worthy of being Wuya's favored Ruyi Langjun, I lived a hundred years in vain, all the sins were caused by me, I am sorry for the children of the Ximen family, and even more sorry for the ancestors and ancestors."

Ximen Qingyu looked up to the sky and smiled, his voice was sad and painful, as his words fell, his body stiffened, and dense blood arrows sprayed into the air from all over his body, and the bright red blood rain rose, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, with a remorseful smile on the corner of his mouth, his body fell straight down.