Ten years ago, the old man avoided China and made a living abroad. At the same time, he dived into cultivating himself and teaching himself what he had learned throughout his life, in order to one day do what he had not done in his place.

Die before the great cause is completed? If the old man smells of his death, I'm afraid he will regret it for the rest of his life, right?

The most important thing in this life is not to let those who continue to pay for themselves feel sorry and let those who value themselves feel disappointed. No one can stop themselves from moving forward, no one.

Ye Pu clenched his fists with both hands and struggled to get up. Even if there is no life in front of him, he has to break through, because there is no way out, and he can't retreat.

"Ye Pu!"

Nangong Siying's cryer rushed towards Ye Pu. Stretching out his white and slender fingers, he helped Ye Pu wipe the red blood that kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The blood is like a naughty rebellious child doing her own struggle, no matter how much she wipes it, she can't wipe it clean, but the more she wipes the blood, the happier she becomes. But she still stubbornly helped him wipe it, as if the blood was flowing from her own body, and she was very reluctant.

"Ye Pu, how are you? Are you okay? Nangong Siying cried while wiping.

"I've soiled the clothes you bought for me again." Ye Pu smiled indistinctly.

Hearing Ye Pu's words, Nangong Siying's tears broke down again, and a smile was forced on her painful face: "I'll buy it for you again." ”

"That's good."

Ye Pu lay on Nangong Siying's arms to support his somewhat shaky body.

He wiped the corners of his mouth vigorously with his cuffs to prevent the blood from falling on Nangong Siying's back. His left hand quietly pressed the acupuncture points on his body behind his back.

The moment Leng Feng saw the Sword Emperor's move, his body activated. But when he had just taken the first step, he had already seen his senior brother being slapped away by the other party.

That man is his own faith, and he will not allow anyone to hurt him. But right under his nose, he was injured by the other party.

Seeing him spitting blood on the ground, Leng Feng's whole person was almost crazy, and his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

Whoever hurt him, die.

He must kill the other party. But he had just rushed out of a distance of three meters and had to stop. Because in front of him appeared a person, a person whom he had to be afraid of.

The man carried a heavy sword on his shoulder, his long black and white hair fluttering in the breeze, and his big brass bell-like eyes stared at the cold wind. He is the sword demon of the Song family who is on a par with the sword emperor of the Lin family, the sword idiot of the Guo family, and the four protectors of the Ye family, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called the madmen of the Song family.

The appearance of the sword demon made the eyes of Ye Ziyu, Lin Yinghao and others who were standing in the distance light up, and several people looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

If the appearance of the Sword Emperor turned the tide of this nirvana, then the appearance of the Sword Demon added too much weight to the success coefficient of this nirvana. It can be said that the appearance of the sword demon made this game really effective, and it played a decisive role.

It can be said that this battle is over, and this cancer, which even poses a threat to the family, has finally been removed.

Leng Feng knew the person in front of him, he had seen this person in the abandoned house in the suburbs last time. The elder brother fought against him, and he was the only witness to the scene. The senior brother gave him half a move, and he agreed to the senior brother's request, no longer opposed the senior brother, and left with Song Xinfeng.

But at that time, the senior brother told him that he didn't take much advantage, and the reason why he was able to win one and a half moves was completely a fluke. Because the most powerful thing about the Sword Demon is not his own fist skills, but his swordsmanship.

He didn't have a sword with him that day, and the heavy sword he was carrying on his shoulders this time proved that he was well prepared. When the other party was unarmed, the senior brother was left with one and a half moves. But how can he, who still has a gap with the senior brother in terms of strength, be the opponent of the sword demon with a heavy sword?

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains; He knew that there was death ahead, but he still wanted to go.

In doing so, it is undoubtedly a moth to a fire, but the moment the moth is fighting a fire, it also illuminates itself with flames. If he dies, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of his elder brother.

That man gave himself too much, what did he get by dying for him? He is one of his swords, and if others want to do something to him, then destroy this sword first.

A murderous aura burst out from the cold wind, and the fierce flames were monstrous, as terrifying as killing gods. The temperature in the surrounding air seemed to have dropped by several degrees. Even Lin Yinghao and Lu Junchen, two people who don't know martial arts in the distance, felt it.

"Young man, are you going to do something to Lao Tzu?" The Sword Demon roared at the top of his voice.

The last time I was doing it with that young man, I lost half a move to the other party, and this kind of shame is something that the sword demon will never forget for the rest of his life. It would have embarrassed him to know such a shameful thing, but it was all in the eyes of the young man in front of him, how could the sword demon not feel angry?

What makes him even more angry is still behind, this kid has eaten the ambition leopard and has the courage to do it to himself, don't you kid know that the uncle brought all his brothers today? Do you know how much the brother on the uncle's shoulder weighs?

What made the sword demon almost jump up and scold his mother was that he yelled at others for a long time, and people didn't even bird themselves. How could this kid not hear himself shouting so loudly?

"Little bastard, don't you know how thick the sky is? Lao Tzu's words, you dare to ignore them? The Sword Demon was immediately furious.

Because the other party is still silent. Nima, even if you release all the murderous energy on your body, Lao Tzu doesn't care. See if I'll shoot you to death? Oops, how dare you do it first? What's the use of this kid being so good-looking?

"Do you know how to respect the old and love the young?" At the same time as the sword demon roared, the heavy sword on his shoulder had already been removed and collided with the Shura blade of the cold wind.

The scabbard weighs more than 20 catties, the sword body weighs 30 catties, and the two weigh 50 catties together. Such a heavy iron lump was as light as a straw in the sword demon's hand, wielding it so easily and freely, without the slightest expression of difficulty on his face.

Lin Yinghao was secretly frightened when he saw it, not to mention how sharp this sword was, simply using the scabbard to smash a person with such a light swing. These unborn old guys are really monsters. But as soon as he thought that it also included his own one, Lin Yinghao immediately shut up.

His own Sword Emperor is a god-like existence in the family, and he must be respectful when he sees him, and he does not dare to be the slightest slack.

The duel between masters is often pleasing to the eye, but for highly skilled martial artists, it is a rare live teaching film, which is of great help to their own improvement in martial arts. Ye Ziyu stared closely at the duel between the Sword Demon and the cold wind, devoting himself wholeheartedly to it, and even one hand was gently gesturing.

The broadsword has no shadow, and the heavy sword has no edge. It's about the unsheathed sword in the sword demon's hand. The heavy sword spun rapidly in his hand like a leaf of a fan, enveloping his whole body like a golden bell jar.

The Shura Blade in Leng Feng's hand attacked without leaving a gap.

Bell, bell, bell.

The sound of the metal colliding between them sounded one after another, and even had a slow and rapid rhythm.

With a few more instruments, it can make a perfect percussion sound.

"Boy, your attack isn't strong enough! Hahaha......" The sword demon laughed as he easily blocked the cold wind's round after round of attacks.

Leng Feng's face was extremely cold. Every time he attacked, he used all his strength, but every time he was lightly blocked by the other party. And what angered me the most was that his heavy blow had no effect on him, but he would be repulsed by the force of the shot that was too heavy.

But after fighting for so long, not only did he not even touch the corners of other people's clothes, but on the contrary, he paid the price for it. For example, the consumption of the body, and the tearing pain from the tiger's mouth.

"You kid didn't answer Lao Tzu's question, then Lao Tzu is going to attack." The sword demon roared, and the heavy sword in his hand swung violently.

Clang.

The Shura Blade in Leng Feng's hand was knocked away on the spot and plunged deep into the lawn on the side.

The hilt of the sword was less than half a centimeter from the ground, so you can imagine how huge the power of the sword demon's blow was?

Leng Feng's right hand was already a blur of flesh and blood at this time, and even after the weapon fell off, his ten and middle fingers were discounted.

The heavy sword swung out by the sword demon did not make any stops, and took advantage of the situation to move forward.

Bang.

The end of the sword struck Cold Wind in the abdomen.

The pain was so great that he immediately bent his waist into a bow, and the force of the blow caused his body to retreat sharply.

Wow.

The sword demon's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Leng Feng. The heavy sword in his hand swung so lightly that it immediately hit Leng Feng's handsome face.

Bang.

The cold wind spat blood from his mouth and flew out upside down.

Syllable.

Leng Feng slapped his palm on the ground, and his figure stood up again.

Just as he was about to rush over, the heavy sword in the sword demon's hand was already against his throat.

The upper body can't move, but there is also the lower body. With a twist of his right foot, he kicked it out.

Syllable.

The right leg that had just stretched out was slapped back by the heavy sword.

Leng Feng was about to make his next move, but found that the opponent's sword was against his neck at some point. This nasty sword. Cold Wind's good-looking face became extremely distorted.

"Cold wind, give up. You are no match for him. Ye Pu shouted weakly.

The fight between the cold wind and the sword demon, he saw it all. Not to mention the previous duel between Leng Feng and Black Mamba, even if Leng Feng won all of them, it would not be the opponent of the sword demon with a sword. He just didn't want Leng Feng to make a senseless sacrifice.

"You listen to the advice of the senior brother, don't do anything with him again. I know they want me dead, but I don't want you dead. Ye Pu pleaded.