Ye Changsheng couldn't help but sink in his heart, and clenched the hilt of the sword on his waist.

The young man in front of him was one of the three apprentices of Qingyun Dao Chief, named Yuan Pu, and he was also the deputy captain of the Red Leaf Villa Guard.

Once Yuan Pu is allowed to escape, his secret will be exposed to the world, not only himself, but also the Ye family!

Yuan Pu sensed Ye Changsheng's killing intent, and the mockery on his face was even worse.

His cultivation reached the initial level of the Chong Qi realm, and he opened six acupuncture points, and his strength reached 7,400 catties.

If you count the blessing of martial arts, the peak strength is at least nine thousand catties.

Even Huang Jingyun, a genius of the Martial Arts Academy in Sanshui Town, couldn't catch his move.

Just one Ye Changsheng, how could he put it in his eyes?

Yuan Pu shook the long sword in his hand, and said with an arrogant expression: "Ye Changsheng, don't be stubborn, you are not my opponent, otherwise the sword just now would have killed you!"

"Really?" Ye Changsheng smiled coldly, and suddenly urged the breath in his body.

"Buzz!"

Behind him, three transparent veins flew out, stepping over his head and fluttering smartly.

Three-pulse master?

Yuan Pu was surprised, his smile was even more disdainful, and even a little embarrassed.

The master of the three veins has an attack power of more than 1,000 catties.

This level of waste firewood, too embarrassed to show off?

At the moment of embarrassment, Ye Changsheng suddenly drew his sword, slid close to the ground, and rushed towards him like lightning.

Yuan Pu shook his head again, although Ye Changsheng's speed was fast, it was not worth mentioning compared to Daomen's "shrinking the ground into inches" method.

Looking at Ye Changsheng who was gliding over, the big sleeves of Yuan Pu's robe were flying, and the long sword was horizontal in front of his chest.

Ye Changsheng's eyes widened angrily, and the long sword bloomed with brilliant brilliance, slashing down.

Tyrannosaurus Slash.

Double Crit!

"Bang!"

The two swords slammed into each other.

Yuan Pu was like being hammered, and he took four or five steps back, and a drunken flush appeared on his face.

His hand holding the sword trembled violently, and he lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant at his waist in disbelief.

The piece of dragon jade pendant had lost its luster and was covered with cracks.

"Click!"

The jade pendant shattered into pieces and fell.

This jade pendant is a magic weapon commonly used in the Daomen, called the talisman card.

Yuan Pu's talisman card is low-level, but it is enough to withstand an attack with a force of 10,000 catties.

The jade plate was broken, indicating that Ye Changsheng's sword just now had exceeded 10,000 catties!

Ye Changsheng?

Three-pulse master?

Ten thousand pounds of power?

How can it be?!

Trembling in his heart, Yuan Pu raised his head suddenly, and looked at Ye Changsheng's gaze again, already revealing a look of horror.

Although the talisman card dissipated most of the energy, he still suffered some internal injuries.

At this moment, his wisest choice was to turn around and leave.

However, when he saw Ye Changsheng rushing up again, Yuan Pu was furious and did not retreat but advanced, and greeted him.

He has been pampered for many years, how could he have suffered such a big loss? What's more, the opponent is still Ye Changsheng, whom he has always looked down on.

was beaten by a sick seedling and fled, how can he be embarrassed?!

With an angry shout, Yuan Pu forcibly urged his breath, and with a swift sword, he stabbed towards Ye Changsheng's chest.

Although Ye Changsheng had already taken precautions, he also underestimated the speed of this sword.

In front of him, the long sword was already approaching his chest!

A cold chill rose in his soul, and Ye Changsheng's body twisted suddenly, and he could dodge this sword.

The fierce sword qi swept over his shoulder, and in an instant, the flesh and blood were blurred.

Ye Changsheng gasped in pain, and the long sword in his hand stood up.

The powerful vitality in the body surged wildly, converging towards the arm, but it was controlled by invisible gates, forming different echelons of energy levels.

A vital gate opened.

The sword light was brilliant at once, and it flew down towards Yuan Pu's head.

Wyvern Slash!

Yuan Pu hadn't recovered from the shock of missing his hand, and he was suddenly taken aback when he saw Ye Changsheng's incomparably exquisite sword.

He stepped back sharply, and with all his might, raised his sword across his chest.

"Ding!"

Ye Changsheng's long sword dragged out a long light practice, and it collided with Yuan Pu's sword.

With the power of the rebound, Ye Changsheng half-twisted his body, took advantage of the situation, and swept out.

The second vital gate opened in an instant.

Two slashes!

"Ding!"

Won Park hurriedly blocked again.

Triple Slash!

Four slashes!

Five slashes!

The clanging sound sounded, and Yuan Pu retreated again and again, his face so pale that he lost his blood.

Ye Changsheng's sword was like a river bursting its embankment, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, exerting strong pressure on him.

What made Yuan Pu even more shocked was that Ye Changsheng completely controlled the rhythm of the attack, and this wave of sword momentum was higher than a wave, and there was no sign of stopping.

Sure enough, Ye Changsheng was a little on tiptoe, swept up lightly, and while his body was circling, he slashed towards Yuan Pu with a sword.

Six slashes in a row!

"Ding!"

Yuan Pu took two steps back, trembling violently, and a bloodshot overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

In his frightened sight, the brilliant sword light flew towards him again.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were full of divine light, the qi in his body was circulating, and the strongest sword poured out!

Seven slashes in a row!

"Bang!"

The sword broke, and a blood splashed from Yuan Pu's chest, and his body flew out upside down, falling heavily to the ground.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, Ye Changsheng fell straight down and knelt on one knee.

A long sword full of gaps held up the bleeding body.

Standing up slowly, Ye Changsheng wiped the blood-stained sword and walked in front of Yuan Pu.

Yuan Pu stared at his frightened eyes and watched as the blood-stained sword pierced into his heart little by little.

"My master, no, I won't let your ...... go" Yuan Pu said with a hideous face and twitching.

Yes, Ye Changchang's sword twisted, completely cutting off Yuan Pu's vitality.

After killing a master of the Chong Realm, there was no joy on the face of the immortal, but an endless sadness.

After all, he was still careless, and he didn't notice that he was secretly targeted by Qingyun Dao Chief.

Thinking that Yuan Pu followed him to the mass grave last night, he didn't dare to enter the ancient tomb, so he stayed outside.

If it weren't for Yuan Pu's greed for merit, he wanted to escort himself to Red Leaf Villa in person, but he was afraid that his secret would have been exposed.

Even if he killed Yuan Pu, the situation did not get much better.

If Qingyun Dao Leader can't see his apprentice come back to report, he will inevitably be suspicious of him.

As a result, his situation would become extremely dangerous, and even affect the overall plan.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Ye Changsheng hadn't come up with a proper countermeasure.

He had to hide Yuan Pu's body first, clean up the battlefield, pack his bags, and rush to his home.

The day passed in a hectic way.

In the residence of the Sword Casting Hall, Ye Changsheng was sitting in a wheelchair in collapse, and his hands were covered with burn scars.

Today, the experiment with new materials and techniques has finally succeeded.

The refined iron that has been tempered nine times is just right for the envoy to forge a sword.

Just then, the door opened.

The big offering of the Red Leaf Villa, the head of Qingyun Road, walked in leisurely.