Holy Soul Village, the village chief's house.

After breakfast, Yang Ming sat on the sofa, and seeing that his grandfather Old Jack had nothing else to do, Yang Ming asked as if unintentionally:

"Grandpa, what kind of person is my dad?"

Old Jack's old body trembled, and he took down the yellow journal that blocked his vision, and stared at Yang Ming with deep eyes.

"You monkey, why did you suddenly ask about him?"

Of course, Yang Ming was not untargeted, he just wanted to know which organization the two tattooed men who chased him belonged to.

Wuhun Palace? Seven Treasure Glazed Sect? Haotian Sect?

Or some other unknown minor power?

"That's right, you're grown up now, and it's nothing to tell you."

Old Jack's eyes flashed with remembrance, as if he had returned to that night seven years ago.

"That night, it rained heavily, and your father came to our village with Tang Hao in his arms, not long after he was born."

"Wait!" Yang Ming's eyes froze, "Grandpa, you mean, my dad and Tang Hao know each other?" ”

This is different from the original!

"Of course the two of them don't know each other." Old Jack rolled his eyes, "I heard your father say that I met on the way here, and it just so happened that you and Tang San had just been born, and they traveled together." ”

"As for who your father is, he hasn't said anything, just looking at the clothes he was wearing at the time, and speaking with a thick local accent, I think he shouldn't be from our Heaven Dou Empire."

It's not from the Heaven Dou Empire, is it the Starfall Empire on the other side?

Yang Ming was secretly suspicious in his heart.

As soon as it came to Yang Ming's father, Old Jack became angry and nagged for a long time, nothing more than that this person had no responsibility to be a father at all, and after his injuries healed, he left Yang Ming, who was still young at the time, at his house and ran away alone......

Just when Old Jack was indignant, the ground suddenly shook up and down, and he could feel a clear tremor.

The cups on the coffee table "smacked", and the water in the teacups spilled.

"What's going on? Could it be an earthquake? ”

Just as this thought flashed through Yang Ming's mind, from far to near outside the house, the sound of horses stepping on the gravel floor sounded like thunder, and gradually became clear into the house.

After a while, a woman's hysterical scream came from outside the house:

"Murder—"

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

Yang Ming's eyes were cold, he turned over and jumped from the sofa, performed the ghost shadow trace footwork, quickly pushed open the door of the house, and then connected the dots under his feet, and the person spread his wings like a big peng, and jumped to the roof.

From a high distance, the scene of most of the Holy Soul Village fell into Yang Ming's eyes.

However, the scene that happened in front of him stimulated Yang Ming's eyes!

Outside the village, the sand and dust are flying, and it is very noisy.

A cavalry came from afar, dressed in black armor and riding black horses, forming a sharp arrow formation.

The cavalry contingent of 200 people entered a no-man's land, directly broke through the gate established by the village, rushed into the village like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, cut down people when they saw them, killed them when they met them, whether they were men, women or children, rich or poor, all of them were treated equally, and died tragically under their swords!

At the same time, every time they passed, they would set fire to the house, threatening to raze the Holy Soul Village to the ground!

As soon as the wooden house was set on fire, a fire burst into flames, emitting thick black smoke.

In the billowing smoke, the black horse and black armored cavalry are like demons coming out of purgatory!

Seeing the innocent villagers lying in a pool of blood, and the Holy Soul Village, which was regarded as his own home, was about to be destroyed, Yang Ming's shoulders trembled slightly, his fists clenched, and his bones made a clicking sound.

His eyes widened angrily, his blood-colored eyes burst into flames, and the eyes of the three-hooked jade writing wheel rotated rapidly, which showed what anger he was accumulating in his heart!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Ming jumped down from the eaves, stepped on the ghost shadow, and quickly ran towards the black cavalry, hoping to stop this sudden disaster!

The location of the village chief's house is far away from the village gate, and in comparison, Tang San's blacksmith shop is located at the head of the village, which is the closest to the village gate.

The black horsemen who rushed into the Holy Soul Village split into four teams and set fire to them everywhere.

One of them, a team of fifty black horsemen, galloping in the direction of Tang San's blacksmith shop, was about to set fire to this place.

Originally, Tang San was still ready to avoid his edge, but seeing that his father Tang Hao's life's work was about to be burned by these gangsters, he suddenly ignited a lot of anger!

A black shadow flew out of the blacksmith's shop, and before the black rider in the front row could understand, an arrow with a mysterious body had already pierced the black knight's throat, and a splash of blood spilled out.

The corpse fell from the black horse, leaving the black horse that had lost its owner to stop in place, with innocent eyes open, watching the master lying on the ground, and was already silent.

The other forty-nine black riders reacted, and soul power fluctuations appeared on their bodies, colorful soul power light appeared, and soul rings appeared under their feet, and the most were two soul rings.

These black riders are actually soul masters and great soul masters!

Tang San was shocked in his heart, and then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a sentence in his heart that he didn't know whether to say it or not.

If it was just one or two great soul masters, he and Xiao Wu would join forces, with the restraint of the martial soul blue silver grass, the secret weapon sneak attack of the Tang Sect, and Xiao Wu's sharp soul skills, there would be a possibility of victory.

But when the number of enemies is enlarged to forty-nine, it is almost impossible to win!

Unless, like just now, the black rider was completely defenseless and he managed to sneak up on him!

Just when Tang San was depressed in his heart, Xiao Wu's eyes flickered, and he was thinking about whether to reveal his identity, an earth-shattering roar fell from the sky:

"You're dead!"

Accompanied by the roar, it was the sword qi that Yang Ming had incarnated!

Qinglian Sword Song!

After Yang Ming cultivated the Qinglian Sword Technique to the level of Qinglian Transformation Qi, even the incarnation's sword qi also changed, although the number was still five sword qi, each sword qi was more than two meters long and one meter wide!

The thick sword qi swept like five door panels, accompanied by the roar of the black horseman, colorful soul power light appeared on the black armor, assisting the soul master to use defense and control skills, and the battle soul master threw out one sharp offensive soul skill after another, hoping to intercept the sword qi halfway!

However!

It's all useless!

Whether it is a soul skill that slows down and controls the body, or a soul skill that has strong damage from a single body, it actually penetrates through it after touching the sword qi.

This is the power of Qinglian Sword Song, when the skill is released, the host cannot be selected and attacked!

Of course, there is a limit to the use of Qinglian Sword Song, because there is a cooldown, a cooldown of 60 seconds, which is different from the game!

Five dazzling sword qi passed through the black cavalry and disappeared in a flash.

The sword qi gathered, and Yang was clearly formed, and he half-squatted on the ground with his back to the black horseman.

Behind him, a total of eleven headless corpses fell, blood gushing from their necks.

Yang Ming slowly turned around, and said coldly:

"Who are you?"

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