Ye Changsheng had never seen forty-six people, and at the same time committed suicide.

The big river was turbulent, and the diamond-shaped sword shadows were intertwined into a dense net, shaking in mid-air, imprisoning forty-seven people.

Forty-six men held the arms of the swords and turned their direction at the same time, placing the cold blades between their necks.

A cold light slid across the blade, and the next moment, forty-six iron swords slashed across the throat at the same time.

Blood splattered, the light of the sword body dimmed in an instant, and forty-six corpses fell from mid-air and rolled into the river, splashing a large splash.

The last remaining black-clothed masked man was suspended in mid-air, trembling violently, using all the strength of his body to hold the hilt of his sword.

However, no matter how much he struggled, he could not resist the force of fate, and the cold blade of the sword slashed uncontrollably and slowly, through his throat.

From the ruptured wound, blood gushed out, like a boiling mountain spring, wetting the clothes of the man in black.

Thin blood bubbles came out of the cracks, and they exploded slightly, making a crackling sound.

"Yi, Yishui, Yishuitang......" The last man in black, broken characters jumped out of his throat, stretched out his arms, and fell into the black river.

On the bow deck, there was a dead silence, only Ye Changsheng and the irrepressible gasps.

Around the big ship, the master of the Demon Gate and the master of the Buddhist Gate hidden in the dark also looked at the barefoot old farmer.

The exclamation of the innocent and the last words of the last man in black are completely connected, and the identity of the old farmer is revealed, Yi Shuitang, the great sword master!

Yi Shui Tang has no reputation in the Divine Eagle Principality, and among the many sword cultivation sects in the Tianxuan Continent, it is even more inconspicuous.

However, as long as it was the Sword Cultivation Sect, no one could ignore their existence.

Sword cultivators live by the sword all their lives and take the sword as their faith, and what is derived from this is their outstanding and different philosophy of life.

This kind of faith, philosophy, is deeply immersed in their blood, soaked into their bone marrow, and then becomes a powerful will, a powerful spiritual force.

This powerful spiritual power not only influences them, but also exerts influence on outsiders.

This strong will is irresistible not only to outsiders, but also to outsiders.

Forty-seven long swords, they can betray their masters, but they will definitely not betray the great swordsmen of the sword cultivators.

Forty-seven killers, they can go against their will, but they definitely can't go against the will of the Great Sword Master.

So they died, dead by their own swords, like martyrs, more like torturers.

The old man, who was hovering above the bow of the boat, turned around, glanced Ye Changsheng up and down, and nodded approvingly.

The big hand filled with black mud in the thin nails grabbed towards the riverbank, and Huang Chao, the leader of the Eagle Mercenary Regiment, suddenly flew up from his neck, and the blood in his chest bloomed like fireworks.

The next moment, this human head rolled down the bow deck and rolled down to Ye Changsheng's feet, still staring at his eyes, a year of horror.

The old man bowed slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "A small mountain village on the bank of the Yishui River, waiting for Ye Gongzi!"

The next moment, the old man's cold gaze swept the surroundings, and his figure flew down on the riverbank, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the depressed back disappeared into the darkness.

Everyone was silent, watching the old man's back disappear, Ye Changsheng bowed in the direction of the old man's disappearance.

In the void, the masters of the Demon Gate who were ready to attack were cold, and the old man's gaze swept towards them before leaving, like an invisible sword, piercing their souls and piercing their courage.

Wu Tianshu, the deputy envoy of the Shenyin Ministry, was in a cold sweat, frightened, frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "Withdraw, withdraw!"

More than fifty masters of the Demon Gate retreated outward in a panic, and used their fastest speed to stay away from the big boats on the river.

Among them, Wu Tianshu, who was the strongest, had just been promoted to an innate powerhouse, and several other masters were all at the high level of the Supreme Realm.

With their strength, if they launched a fierce attack on the big ship, there was at least an eighty percent chance that they could kill Ye Changsheng.

However, what if that terrifying Great Sword Master didn't go far, what if there were other sword cultivators in Yi Shui Hall who were secretly protecting Ye Changsheng?

These people, including Wu Tianshu, have no return, and they will definitely die!

People in the Demon Gate are also people, and if they are people, they are afraid of death, so they cherish their lives, and they are more willing to let their deaths be meaningful, and the people in the Demon Gate are no exception.

If they can kill Ye Changsheng, they will barely be able to recoup their roots if they die, and they are afraid that they will not be able to kill Ye Changsheng, but will take the lives of all of them.

The killers of the Demon Gate retreated quickly, and the people in the Buddhist Gate chased after them quickly.

The Buddha's light flashed, and the two masters of the Fayan Sect and the eight warrior monks appeared at the same time, and their big sleeves flew up, chasing after Wu Tianshu and them.

The outermost magic bell on the riverbank watched this scene dumbfounded, shocked at the same time, but also secretly relieved.

In any case, if the Divine Sound Sect did not directly clash with Ye Changsheng, then the contradiction between the two sides would have room to be resolved, and she would not have to be caught in the middle and be in a dilemma.

The magic bell's blue eyes looked at Ye Changsheng in the distance, and he couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

The cooperation between Yi Shui Tang and Wen Jian Tang has a long history and is very close, but all along, outsiders are more accustomed to looking at Wen Jian Tang and ignoring Yi Shui Tang.

Probably because Yi Shui Tang is too low-key, and adhering to the legacy of the Mo family, Yi Shui Tang's sword cultivators are hidden among the mountains and villages, plowing the fields all year round, and there are few who are born.

However, at this moment, the magic bell really realized that the power of Yi Shui Tang was absolutely not to be ignored, and anyone who and the power that ignored their existence would pay a heavy price.

At least in the territory of the Divine Eagle Principality, Ye Changsheng didn't need their protection at all, and the sword cultivators of Yishui Hall were the biggest guarantee for Ye Changsheng's safety.

The Eagle Mercenary Regiment was completely wiped out, the forty-seven killers of the Iron Sword Gate who came out to stir up the situation were all wiped out, and the disciples of the Demon Gate and the Buddhist Sect were also gone, and this assassination drama finally came to an end.

The magic bell gently pulled on the scarf, turned into a wisp of smoke, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Tell Childe, three hundred and twenty-six killers, all killed,"

Ye Xiangdong was covered in blood, knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Changsheng, and said with a look of shame, "My Ye family warrior, fifty-eight people were killed in battle, and sixty-three people were seriously injured!"

If it weren't for his rashness, which caused the disjointed defensive formation, the Ye family's warriors would not have suffered such a big loss at all.

It's too late to say anything now, even if Ye Xiangdong pleads guilty in public, he can't get rid of the guilt and guilt in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yun also hurriedly knelt down on one knee and pleaded guilty to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng didn't look at the two of them, but looked at the fifty-eight corpses lined up in front of him, sighed lightly, and looked at Wuxuan: "Senior Brother Wuzhen, help me arrange it, I want to do a ritual for them, and then send them home." ”