The tall body shook slightly, and on Ye Changsheng's face, which was as white as paper, the color of pain flashed.

There was no time to dissipate the raging energy in his body, Ye Changsheng's cold eyes looked at the old man in front of him, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Soul Piercing!

A condensed and powerful soul ray was instantly released, piercing the old man's eyebrows with precision.

Soul Piercing, the only soul attack method that Ye Changsheng mastered, had helped him turn danger into victory in countless battles before, and even turned defeat into victory.

This time, however, he missed.

The sword cultivators of the Crazy Sand Gate, their sword skills were all born in the terrifying sandstorms, their souls were condensed like a rock, and their will was indestructible.

The old man in the leather robe with rough skin only flashed a trace of dazedness in his deep eyes, and then returned to clarity, like two bright lights that will never be extinguished in the storm, with a clear divine light.

The big calloused hand seemed to be in no hurry, but it was stretched forward quickly.

The yellow sand surged, and while the arm stretched forward, a new sand sword took shape in an instant.

The sand flew between the heavens and the earth, and the scene became extremely rough again.

Ye Changsheng's pale face was smashed out of blood spots by grains of yellow sand, his body swayed violently, and the immortal sword slashed forward with a hundred and ten swords.

None of these hundred and ten sword lights were slashed at the old man, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was more like a sword light that was about to fall and slashed out of dignity.

However, sensing these sword lights, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man in leather robes.

From the beginning, he didn't intend to ask for Ye Changsheng's life, but that didn't mean that he would keep his hand.

His first sword was originally intended to pierce Ye Changsheng's chest, but it only turned out to tear a bloody hole in Ye Changsheng's chest.

The earth-attribute spiritual power contained in the Wild Sand Sword was enough to severely damage Ye Changsheng's internal organs and disturb Ye Changsheng's energy aura.

However, Ye Changsheng did not fall to the ground with serious injuries, but attacked with his soul, as well as this exquisite sword, and launched a counterattack against him.

With the old man's cultivation, he couldn't see the mystery of these sword lights, but out of the instinct of a swordsman, he could sense the subtlety of this sword.

Sure enough, the criss-crossing sword light was like a messy graffiti, and after Ye Changsheng made up the last sword, this graffiti suddenly became vivid.

One after another sword lights exploded, and in the concussive sword qi, a powerful and strange force field was instantly formed.

Strangling!

On the Wild Sand Sword, the flowing sand particles seemed to have lost their restraints, falling down, and the energy and sword qi attached to the sword body quickly dissipated into invisibility under the traction of that strange force field.

The old man couldn't help but be moved, watching the last wisp of yellow sand slip from his fingers, he couldn't help but sigh softly, and his body retreated like lightning.

Ye Changsheng still had the power to fight back, and the twelve dead soldiers around him also reacted, and the old man had lost the opportunity to make a move.

The twelve dead soldiers exuded an almost numb fighting intent that looked at death as home, and the old man could kill them all, but he was bound to be entangled.

What if there was still a real master hidden by Ye Changsheng's side, who was secretly waiting for the opportunity to hit him hard with one blow?

The old man can't take this risk, and he can't make the situation endless.

Although today's goal was not achieved, he believed that the lesson given to Ye Changsheng today was profound enough.

The yellow sand was all over the sky, and the twelve dead soldiers who rushed up couldn't help but pause, and when the wind and sand passed, the old man in the leather robe had disappeared.

"Childe!"

The Twelve Dead looked at the crumbling Ye Changsheng, as well as the bewitching blood flower on Ye Changsheng's chest, and couldn't help but exclaim in shock, protecting Ye Changsheng.

It all happened so quickly and so suddenly that it was only at this moment that the pedestrians on both sides of the street realized what was happening, let out exclamations and scattered.

In the chaos, the last trace of the old man's breath disappeared.

Ye Changsheng trembled all over, couldn't hold on any longer, sat cross-legged on the ground, and breathed up.

The external injury was not a big deal, but with the Wild Sand Sword, the earth-attribute spiritual power that invaded his body hit him hard.

Those domineering breaths, like a raging sandstorm in the wasteland, had swept away his internal organs.

Every air flow surging through it was like a knife scraping through, bringing incomparably severe pain.

The breath that invaded his meridians and veins was like yellow sand, like substance, constantly blocking the flow of energy and blood.

Fortunately, it was not the first time that Ye Changsheng had been invaded by external energy, and the body protection lotus clothes of the "Secret Record of Futu" were quickly repaired automatically, and at the same time, the infected meridians and blood veins were purified layer by layer.

The vital energy of the Carefree Rosary is constantly pouring into the internal organs, repairing damaged organs and tissues.

And in Ye Changsheng's chest, the attributeless spiritual power swirled into a huge whirlpool, separating thousands of strands, killing the invading energy everywhere.

When night fell, the entire street was illuminated as bright as day, and the twelve dead soldiers guarded Ye Changsheng, but their periphery was an elite soldier on the inside and outside of the three layers.

The streets have been completely guarded, and on the rooftops on both sides, the masters are waiting solemnly, the archers are holding longbows, and the arrows flashing with cold light are all aimed at Ye Changsheng.

One of the generals at the head looked solemn and nervous, looking intently at the white-haired young man who was guarded by the twelve dead soldiers.

When he saw the white-haired boy standing up from the ground, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and clenched the handle of the knife at his waist.

There was an uproar, hundreds of officers and soldiers nervously clenched their weapons at the same time, and the archers' longbows were rounded again.

Ye Changsheng's calm eyes looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the commander of the security army in front of him.

These security forces and soldiers did not come to kill him, but out of duty, they surrounded this place.

The commander looked at Ye Changsheng carefully, took a step forward slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency?!"

Ye Changsheng didn't answer, sat down cross-legged again, and said coldly: "Lord Lao sent someone to the Refiner Guild, and said that Ye Changsheng came to visit. ”

Ye Changsheng, white-haired Changsheng?!

The commander of the security army couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then his face turned pale, and a bone-chilling chill spread throughout his body.

Just ask the entire Yunlong Principality, who doesn't know the white-haired immortal name, and who doesn't know that he is the youngest sword-forging master in the Principality?

It's over, it's a big deal now, on his territory, someone dares to openly assassinate Ye Changsheng, can he, the commander, escape from it?

Don't say that he can't escape from the involvement, I'm afraid that the president will lead the lord, I'm afraid that the governor, and the court official from the capital can't escape the involvement!

It was a premeditated murder.

On Ye Changsheng's way to the Refiner Guild, there were court officials who came to inspect, but he retreated to the door of a leather store, and from the door of the leather store, an assassin rushed out.

There are indeed many coincidences in this world, but when many coincidences come together, they are no longer coincidences.