The air was filled with the aroma of wine, and Ai Qishan's voice came out intermittently.

In his story, there is the beginning and end of Ai's internal struggle, the injustice of his own life experience and the unwillingness of his mother to die, and then his own abandonment of his family, until he gradually talked about the mysterious organization of Longtu, Yang Ming began to frown.

According to the time calculation, about a few years before Yang Ming's parents were wronged, Ai Qishan met Longtu's people, and he entered Longtu's cultivation circle in a way similar to Yang Ming's entry into Group Z.

So, in order to prove himself, coupled with Long Tu's powerful ability resources, Ai Qishan began to arrogantly promote his career map, of course, there were countless people who suffered like Yang Ming's family, but at that time, Ai Qishan's purpose was just to prove himself, he didn't put those ants in his eyes, and he just wanted to reach that peak......

Many years later, he returned to Huaxia and dismantled the prestige of the contemporary head of the Ai family, that is, his brother, with a strong attitude, and by this time there was only half of the meaning left in his life, that is, to completely trample Ai Qicheng under his feet and prove to him that he was not inferior to anyone in the Ai family.

Objectively speaking, he did it!

However, now that he was drinking, he thought about it again, and in fact, he lost, and he lost very completely.

Hatred can make people powerful, but it can also blind people...... The qiē that Ai Qishan has done all these years and the qiē he has obtained is all just in other people's calculations, and he is just someone else's pawn, until this moment, when a qiē is taken back again, he feels that everything is empty.

Maybe he is really strong and can be stronger, but even so, his every qiē is empty, and although Ai Qicheng has lost half of the country and industry of the Ai Group, what Ai Qicheng has is real, and he can rely on himself to start over.

And he can't, because he's a pawn!

"Alright. That's it! Ai Qishan threw off the wine bottle, stood up and stepped back, took out his long sword and said coldly in front of Yang Ming, "Your hatred and my hatred have finally met at this moment, so ...... Solve this qiē with this battle! ”

Yang Ming poured a sip of wine, put down the jar, his hand shook slightly, and the Sword of the Son of Heaven burst out of his sleeve, and the next moment it was held in his hand.

The next moment, the clear sound of the long sword rubbing against the scabbard came out, and a cold light flashed in the air, and the two of them each held their swords and confronted each other.

Then, Ai Qishan's body moved, and his body rushed towards Yang Ming, and the sword light in his hand flashed, flashing in the air like a swimming dragon, and rolled towards Yang Ming's body!

"Whew-"

The sound of the sword blade breaking through the air was extremely poignant, and the long sword in Yang Ming's hand was divided into three, and then it was like a beautiful remnant rainbow facing the sword light that Ai Qishan came like a dragon! The coldness in his eyes and Ai Qishan's murderous aura matched, and the sword blade made a collision sound in the next moment.

Immediately afterwards, the dense sound of sword blades collided intensively, and the figures of the two were entangled and transformed on the unmanned Pearl Tower, and the monitoring equipment of the entire Pearl Tower had already been completely destroyed by Ai Qishan, so it stands to reason that this extremely fast strong man would not be able to appear in front of the world.

However, on a lower floor opposite the arena where they were fighting, a black figure stood in the wind, his wide samurai suit fluttering in the cold wind from above, and a long sword that soared into the sky on his back.

He didn't use any telescopes or anything like that, but his eyes were staring straight at the fight on the other side, and all the images were captured by his incomparably clear vision.

It was a battle of the strong, when Yang Ming's arm was bloodied by the sword in Ai Qishan's hand, his realm improved a little, and when Yang Ming's long sword cut a bigger wound on Ai Qishan's body, his realm improved even more......

In this way, he slowly ascended to a realm that had not been improved for a long time at this time.

"Hehe, the Three Swords of the Son of Heaven really live up to their reputation - but then I'm going to use my true strength, I hope you can still stop it!" Ai Qishan muttered coldly, his arm turned violently, and a bright sword light suddenly rose into the sky.

The hand he had been holding the scabbard threw straight towards Yang Ming, and when the sword light drew a complicated trajectory in the air and slashed towards Yang Ming, he silently recited something similar to a spell in his mouth, and the empty hand pinched out a quaint handprint in the air, and then at the same time as the sword light rushed towards Yang Ming, his hand struck out! With the blow he struck, the air flow in the air seemed to be driven, and an unbelievably violent wind suddenly emerged, and then pressed towards Yang Ming!

"Uhhh

In the fierce wind, Yang Ming's body was almost blown up, his hair was blown like a fallen wheat field, his forehead was exposed, and Ai Qishan's sword light wrapped around the sword blade and his handprint containing mysterious power struck at the same time.

"Canglong Jue."

As if exclaimed in surprise, a trace of surprise flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and then the three swords of the Son of Heaven that he had originally handed out merged into one in the air, and then suddenly condensed from a moving state to a static state hanging and swirling in the air.

The spinning sword made a sharp roar in the air, like a dragon's groan.

What was frightening was that Yang Ming let go of his hand at this moment, let go of the long sword, and then formed a very simple handprint between his hands between the lightning and flint, and then under the blurred afterimage, his fists formed a fist and smashed forward.

Ai Qishan's eyes were condensed, his flickering shock, and his figure had already grazed Yang Ming's shoulder.

"Uh-"

The figures of the two passed by, Ai Qishan waved his long sword past Yang Ming's position, and rushed straight out a few meters, his arm holding the sword maintained a posture of stretching forward, and the blade of the sword pierced half of the wall, and the sword light suddenly dissipated in the air.

And his figure finally froze.

A drop of blood fell from the blade and blossomed at his feet!

In the air, there were still bursts of strange sharp sounds, and the spinning three swords of the Son of Heaven were still spinning in the air strangely, Yang Ming turned around, stretched out his hand and took the hilt of the three swords of the Son of Heaven hanging in the air, and then the sword body shook suddenly, stopped rotating, but let out a majestic dragon groan!

When he took out the long sword, under the clothes on his right shoulder, a bright red trace quickly appeared, and as the bright red trace appeared, his clothes also made a soft "snort" sound soon after, and under the torn clothes, the knotted muscles slowly opened, and a terrifying wound appeared......

Yang Ming frowned slightly, and the hand holding the sword forcefully led a small amount of blood to shoot out, but as his fingers relaxed slightly, the sword body stopped vibrating, and his wound also tightened slightly in an instant, and the blood suddenly stopped.

"Alas!" Ai Qishan turned around helplessly, shook his head at Yang Ming and sighed, "This is probably fate, the Canglong Technique has been broken by you, even if my master cultivates such a sword technique at a young age of twenty, it will not be your opponent......"

His words stopped abruptly, and then a waterfall of blood suddenly exploded in front of him, Ai Qishan's face looked a little blurred behind this bloody curtain, he looked down at his wound, his face was extremely white for a moment, but his eyes were extremely calm.

Unable to stop the bleeding, Ai Qishan laughed at himself, threw the long sword at Yang Ming, and never opened his mouth again, but suddenly gritted his teeth, rushed forward, smashed the glass, and flew out in the air, and his figure was rushed out of the air for a few meters by inertia.

However, his momentum instantly disintegrated with his spread out body and fell!

Yang Ming turned around, walked to the side and glanced at the figure that had been smashed towards the ground like a black dot, and there was a feeling of emptiness in his heart, and the previous battle intent and alcohol intent were all dissipated under the blowing of the cold wind.

"Poof."

A very slight voice came from below, Yang Ming closed his eyes and didn't imagine the tragic situation when Ai Qishan died, he only knew that all his hatred should come to an end at this time, so he reached out and grabbed the half jar of wine that Ai Qishan left there.

However, the moment his hand grabbed the wine jar, a fierce killing force arose out of thin air.

Yang Ming's body retreated violently, and he suddenly smashed through the glass and flew out in the air.

"Whew-"

A pillar of blood splashed out from his back, and a faint sword light suddenly bloomed in the air at this time, and the moment he felt the blade break away from Yang Ming's body, Xisha Lengyue chased after him without the slightest hesitation, and rushed forward with a volley!

"Whew!" The blade stabbed into Yang Ming's body again, a hideous touch flashed on Xisha Lengyue's face, her wrist turned suddenly, and the sharp blade crushed the wound on Yang Ming's back, and a large patch of bright red blood instantly dyed Yang Ming's back red.

It's so fast!

Yang Ming's six senses have always been strong, so the murderous aura within a certain range of the surroundings can't escape his perception, but in the time when Xisha Leng Yue's murderous aura erupted from Xisha Leng Yue, this time can only be described in less than a second, and at that time, Yang Ming was emptied of all his hatred, and his murderous aura and battle intent all dissipated, so he didn't even dodge this blow from Xisha Leng Yue!

With another heavy blow from Xisha Leng Yue's volley, Yang Ming let out a roar, he twisted his body violently, and used the yoga killing technique posture to make Xisha Leng Yue's blade leave his body, and his body also accelerated its fall!

This is a few hundred meters in the air, if he accelerates and falls in a straight line, I am afraid that it will be the same fate as Ai Qishan, and Xisha Lengyue is not likely to withstand the force of falling from such a high place, so after seeing Yang Ming's body has fallen down more than twenty meters, Xisha Lengyue suddenly waved his arm, a very thin silk thread flew out from his sleeve, and a dagger connected to the thin thread pierced into the wall with a bang, and then his toes swung a little in the air, The figure suddenly flexibly threw out a perfect trajectory, and then smashed the glass and stood firmly on a floor of the Pearl Tower.

At this time, Yang Ming was still falling......