Qian Yue trembled with anger, for so many years, how could anyone have been so rude to him, and he was still a half-old child, a bullshit swordsmith who mocked him.

Not to mention how much water Ye Changsheng's sword-casting master has, even if Ye Changsheng is a genuine sword-casting master, he is just a scum in front of a noble refiner.

He took a step forward and looked at Ye Changsheng with cold eyes: "Ye Changsheng, are you bent on being my enemy?!"

Ye Changsheng shook his head: "Master Refiner, I am not an enemy of you, because you are not qualified enough, and you are not qualified enough." For the sake of your own selfishness, you are willing to be someone else's eagle dog, especially you, Master Refiner, how can you degenerate into being someone else's lackey?"

When he said something, Qian Yue's face was red, and he was very ashamed and angry, he wanted to defend himself loudly, he happened to be "passing by" here, but he was just doing a favor to his friend, not a lackey.

Ye Changsheng looked around at everyone and sneered: "I thought that if I found some people and put on my identity and status violently, I could force me to comply, what do you want!"

He turned to look at the Ye family servant: "Let's go!"

The officers and soldiers who were in a circle watched the servants of the Ye family start to move, and they were at a loss, the soldiers looked at the chief, and the commander looked at Qian Yue, who was standing in front.

The reason why Qian Yue appeared here was to suppress Ye Changsheng when they couldn't control the situation.

At this time, Qian Yue hadn't moved yet, wouldn't he have been shocked by Ye Changsheng's momentum?

Qian Yue's forehead was bruised, his eyes were on fire, and he shouted angrily: "Slow!"

It's a pity that no one listened to him, and the servants of the Ye family, under the leadership of Tian Wenxiu, walked out quietly and neatly.

The backs, like mocking faces, made Qian Yue surge with monstrous anger.

Laughing angrily, Qian Yue's arms shook, his outstretched hands shone brightly, and a pair of black spar gloves wrapped his hands in them in a blink of an eye.

The hem of the clothes flew wildly, Qian Yue closed his fingers, and on the black gloves, countless light shuttles flew out, and colorful light illuminated the entire night sky.

Almost instantly, he turned around, the immortal sword came out of its sheath, Ye Changsheng's white hair fluttered, and the murderous intent appeared in his eyes!

The shuttle launched by Qian Yue was not only aimed at him, but also for the rest of the Ye family.

This kind of person who is accustomed to being high above has never put the lives of ordinary people in his eyes, so they act unscrupulously and never consider the consequences.

Or, this crazy refiner was originally going to kill the servants of the Ye family.

How could Ye Changsheng let him get his wish?

Swift Dragon Slash!

A cold sword light pierced the void and instantly disintegrated into tens of thousands.

Each sword light slashed at a shuttle of light with precision, making a rain-like explosion.

The flying shuttle of light was endless, and Ye Changsheng kept swinging his sword, and the sword light was intertwined into a large net.

His footsteps did not stop, like holding an open colorful umbrella, approaching Qian Yue step by step.

Behind Ye Changsheng, the servants and officers and soldiers of the Ye family all dispersed, only the sledgehammer was carrying a huge iron hammer, looking ahead with burning eyes, ready to strike at any time.

Qian Yue raised his arm, and the two black spar gloves shone brightly, and countless inscriptions were coiled, releasing endless energy bullets.

When he saw Ye Changsheng walking towards him step by step against the undulating barrage, he couldn't help but show a look of emotion.

The magic weapon he wore on his hand was called Qianji Change, which was refined by exhausting the heavenly and earthly treasures by himself, and it took three years to refine.

The quality of Qianji Transformation has reached the legendary level, which is his pinnacle as a fifth-grade refiner, and even now, Qian Yue does not dare to guarantee that he can still refine a magic weapon of the same quality.

The power of an ordinary legendary-level high-grade magic weapon is enough to compete with a Supreme Realm master, and the power of a thousand machines is not a problem to deal with a Supreme Realm mid-level master.

Originally, he thought that he could easily subdue Ye Changsheng, but he didn't expect that instead of subduing Ye Changsheng, he was strolling around leisurely, and he even had the strength to fight back.

Damn, doesn't he say that he is the same as Gongsun Kang, but he is just a good person, how can he have such a strong strength!

Qian Yue couldn't care about scolding anymore, his raised arms turned slightly, and the black spar gloves twisted and deformed in an instant, extending two black cannon barrels forward.

A ring of multicolored light surrounded the barrel, and in the pitch-black barrel, two hot flames erupted.

The fire was like blood, and six multicolored light clusters flew out one after another, as fast as lightning, scattered towards Ye Changsheng.

However, at a distance of five meters, Ye Changsheng could not avoid it, and his body was overwhelmed by the firelight in an instant.

The multicolored light cluster emitted an earth-shattering roar, and the bursting light reflected the surroundings as bright as day, the earth trembled violently, and the people around them were so frightened that they dodged outward.

Only the steel-like body of a sledgehammer stood proudly, his eyes were still blazing, but there was no trace of worry.

Qian Yue looked at the brilliant streamers and flames in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile.

Although there are no thousands of changes, there are also eight changes.

The power of the Thousand Cannons ranked second among the eight variations, and six bursting shells were released at a time, which was enough to wipe out a small army of thirty people in an instant.

At such a close distance, six bursting bombs exploded next to Ye Changsheng, and Ye Changsheng would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Of course, it's best not to die, although he is not afraid of the second prince, he is also unwilling to offend the people of the Su family.

However, Qian Yue's smile quickly froze, and in the colorful streamer of the rolling flames, a humanoid shadow flickered, broke through the fire curtain, and walked out.

The young man's clothes were still spotless, his long silver hair fluttered in the firelight, and his handsome face had a mocking smile.

This, this can't be!

Qian Yue's eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Changsheng incredulously, and then a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

His figure quickly retreated, and his arms were raised again, and the colored light of the black gloves flowed, forming a two-sided fluctuating shield in front of him.

Rumble!

The cold sword light with endless power slashed at the two streamer shields, emitting a violent explosion.

The shield exploded, Qian Yue spurted blood and flew out, his back crashed into a wall, and his body was suddenly submerged by the rising smoke and dust.

In the dust, Qian Yue coughed loudly and staggered to his feet, his face covered in blood, his long messy hair falling down, and the eyes behind him had lost focus.

With a click, the two hedron gloves each cracked and fell off the back of their hands.

With a snort, the spar glove flew up violently, and the next moment it landed in Ye Changsheng's hand.

This is a good thing, Ye Changsheng smiled and put away the loot.

Qian Yue, who came back to his senses, was stunned, gritted his teeth, took out a long sword from the ring space, and rushed towards Ye Changsheng with a roar.

The sword light of the Immortal Sword shone again, but a solemn voice came from behind him: "Young Master Ye, be merciful!"