The sword light and sword shadow appeared, as translucent as a black line, dark and deep, and the sword chant shook the void.

The giant sword was as dexterous as a divine whip in Ye Yu's hand, flashing with a cold light like cold jade, as if it was cast from divine iron, crystal clear and cold.

The sword is like a dragon, the cold light shines in Kyushu, the sword roars and shakes the galaxy, and a sword swings out, like a mountain collapsing, a pavilion falling to the ground, and the power is like a bullfight.

Under the black mist, it was extremely difficult for the black-robed man to dodge, and his vision was slightly obscured, and he could not see the trajectory of the sword clearly, and could only judge by listening to the sound.

The sword roared in all directions, like the roar of ten thousand beasts, the combination of virtual and real, yin and yang, the old man in the black robe did not dare to be careless in this crisis situation, his eyes converged, and two cold lights were shot, wanting to see through the trajectory of the sword.

However, each of Ye Yu's swords carried an inexplicable majesty, like the thunder of the sky and the fire of the earth, slowly attracting the momentum of heaven and earth, and the sword was like a star, bright and dazzling.

During the battle between the two, sparks splashed everywhere, and black and red light flashed in the demonic black mist.

The cold light on the black-robed man's hand was breathtaking, but there were extremely hideous sword marks.

I don't know what the material of this giant sword is, it is as black as ink, it is not clean, and there is a clear light flowing, and in the collision with this iron claw, it did not leave the slightest scratch, and it was indestructible.

In the collision again and again, the ink-jade giant sword made a crisp sound, like the roar of the devil, and like the strange sound of the depths of the netherworld.

"Yu Wazi is growing up so fast?! It's just that this power is a little weird, and there is a dark feeling, could it be that he has fallen into the Demon Dao?" Although Uncle Yun's body was bleeding, it still revealed a trace of horror and horror.

The village chief also arrived at this time, and walked over tremblingly, attracted by the huge momentum of Ye Yu's side, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes, staring at Ye Yu non-stop.

He slowly picked up Uncle Yun, who was seriously injured on the ground, and helped him recover from the injuries in his body, and in an instant, a trace of coolness entered Uncle Yun's body, making him feel much more comfortable, no longer as painful as before, and his complexion slowly recovered.

The patriarch looked at the black mist on Ye Yu's body, and finally shook his head, not knowing why he had changed so much in such a short period of time, as if he was a new life.

Both of them had a strong look of solemnity and expectation on their faces, hoping that Ye Yu could defeat the black-robed man opposite, and the fate of their Yunlai Village would be in the hands of this young man with a giant sword!

And Ye Yu in the open space also felt something, and looked over to the patriarch, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to reassure the village chief.

The leaves were falling and the dust was flying, and the attacks of the two of them were becoming more and more fierce, one holding a giant sword, like a god of war, and like a demon lord, and the other had a black light like lacquer and sharp as a knife.

Two black lights continued to fly in the air, like comets colliding, thunder roared, fog steamed, and rainbow light disintegrated.

The patriarch and Uncle Yun also showed anxious looks, their fists clenched together, and cold sweat condensed.

Ye Yu's sword became more and more exquisite, like a round of pitch-black bright moon blooming in the air, and black and red moons shot out from the waning moon, dazzling in brilliance, exuding a fierce aura in the softness.

The old man was shouting, struggling to resist, like a mad bull, his hands interlaced, constantly drawing, leaving endless claw marks in the air.

Ye Yu didn't know how many swords he swung, he just followed the instinct of his body, but the move was deadly, there was a strange melody, the power of the sword became more and more majestic, and the black light in the black-robed man's hand was also gradually extinguished under this terrifying power.

The black-robed man was horrified, "This kid's physical strength is so strong, and the black and red light is so weird, it can break through my black light." ”

Ye Yu was unmoved, he felt that his body and soul were slowly merging with the sword in the process of swinging the sword with all his might, and the sword shadow was entwined in the air, like a dragon playing in the water and a group of people playing in the sea.

The black light in the black-robed man's hand finally couldn't stand it anymore, and it was completely shattered, like a splash of water and a moon, with a cold light.

Ye Yu was so frightened that he blocked all his directions, leaving him with nowhere to escape, and the black-robed man was also in his heart, knowing that he had to resist this sword.

He held the sword in both hands, and the curse-like commentary squirmed on his hand and sword, revealing a monstrous aura in the darkness, and the black light was magnificent, like a blood-stained magic sword in the hell of Ah Bi, and suddenly the scarlet wind was fierce.

The sword appeared out of the shadows, and the sword rose and fell.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Yu didn't intend to leave a single living mouth, because he knew that it was impossible to pry any words out of the mouths of these assassins, and only dead people were the safest.

What's more, the origin of these assassins didn't need to be thought about, they must have been sent by the people of the royal city, and at the thought of this, Ye Yu's face was as cold as ice, with a trace of dead silence and anger.

The patriarch looked at Ye Yu and said in shock: "This power?" There was an incredible look in his eyes.

Ye Yu also knew that he couldn't hide it, so he told the matter one by one, except for the incident with Chunning, of course.

The patriarch also saw a trace of worry in Ye Yu's eyebrows, and knew that things must be more than that, of course, no matter what happened, he believed in Ye Yu, this child was something he grew up watching, although he was a little naughty, but he was a good child, and he didn't have any bad intentions.

Although Uncle Yun was extremely weak, there was still a flush on his pale face, and he said, "This is a great opportunity!"

The patriarch's originally clenched hand was also slowly released, and a mouthful of turbid air slowly exhaled, like dead wood in spring, wrinkles stretched.

Then Ye Yu and the patriarch helped Uncle Yun to his home, fed him some spiritual grass, and let him rest well, not to move, to prevent the wound from deteriorating further.

At this time, Qi Tian and Zhong Sheng also rushed over, their faces were cold, the other party was too cruel and indifferent, whether it was the old and weak, women and children, they were all the targets of their hunting, if it wasn't for the three of them to rush back in time, a catastrophe would be inevitable, and the three of them were afraid of it for a while at this moment.

The patriarch walked out with heavy steps, and began to gather the clansmen, counting the casualties, wondering how many people were shedding blood, and how many clansmen were separated from each other and could not see each other again, even if the latter experienced many life and death, it was inevitable that he would be sad, and his heart was quite unpleasant.

Some people in the village were wailing, some were crying, and some were lying on the corpse and shedding tears, all showing a look of pathos.

The blood-stained dusk, the sunset on the horizon reflects the sunset, giving Yunlai a layer of gold edge, and the horizon and the distance seem to be connected together, giving people a sense of etherealism.

At night, everyone is gathered around a bonfire, the cold wind is like a knife, and it is a solemn atmosphere.

"How many people have left this time?" asked the patriarch with a calm face.

"Brother Zhuang, Aunt Ling,...." someone responded, and his tone was sad.

There are children crying at this moment, unable to hold back tears, in the silent night, it looks particularly desolate, and the birdsong in the distance is heard, adding a bit of sadness.

A rather handsome girl also buried her head in her arms, couldn't help sobbing, and the choked voice echoed in the crowd.

Ye Yu slowly walked to her side, sat down beside her, stuck the giant sword on the ground, and gently patted her back.

"Would I like to lend you a shoulder? His voice is as clear as mountains and flowing water, revealing a hint of warmth at all times, giving people a sense of security.

The girl raised her head, her eyes looked at Ye Yu, her face was as clear and lovely as a lotus, but she revealed a trace of haggard all the time.

The girl leaned her head on Ye Yu's shoulder, leaning slightly, tears couldn't stop pouring down, spilling on her face, mouth, and finally dripping on the ground, crystal clear.

"Someday, I'll really kill all the malicious ones for you. Ye Yu looked at Xi Ling and said firmly.

Xi Ling tapped her chin, the young man's warm and jade-like gaze made her unforgettable in her life, and the moonlight reflected on the faces of the two of them, with a faint and clear glow, like a dream.

In a person's life, there will always be a moment when you want to entrust everything you have to a person, a person who can give you warmth when you are the most unbearable, a person who can accompany you to see the sun, moon and stars, this person does not need too many words, a shoulder is enough.

For Xiling, Ye Yu is such a person, but the sadness in her heart makes her miserable.

The village chief's heart is also like a knife, how unbearable should it be for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person?

The clansmen who were still vivid yesterday will never be seen again.

A group of people are immersed in an atmosphere of sadness, autumn leaves are falling, stars are like waterfalls, no matter who has no mind to think about anything else, they can't help but wonder, why is this world so unfair?

They never participate in disputes, but some people come because of this, and treat other people's lives as if they were mustard, they are resentful, unwilling, but they are powerless.

In fact, what they don't know is that there are even more terrible things happening in other corners of the world, because there is a kind of pain, which is called life is worse than death, and there is a kind of suffering, which is called no tears to flow.

Power can bring people satisfaction, but it is more about desire, once people have power, they will want to fulfill everything they want, and at this time, power will become a tool for evil, rather than protecting the glory of the world.

Ye Yu thought that he must stick to his original intention, even if the vicissitudes of life and the reincarnation of the sun and the moon are reincarnated, he can't become a person who makes his current self disgusted, even if he has strong strength, he only uses this power to protect, not destroy.

When he was very young, the village chief told him that he was born in the world and should be a gentleman, at that time he didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he just felt deafening, but now he understands that even if he Ye Yu can't be a gentleman, he will never be a villain.

As for the guy named Gong Ning, the enmity between the two of them can be said to have added to the plain one, he believes that with the arrogance of the other party, he should not do this, but his subordinates can say for sure, after all, who doesn't want to curry favor with a person from Wangcheng?

No matter who it is, this matter, he Ye Yu will remember, and will definitely make him pay the price he deserves, since the Heavenly Dao will not destroy you, let him do the Heavenly Dao, destroy the evil in this world, and destroy this boundless darkness.