The only one who can step on the sky is the Netherworld, and the Netherworld Immortal who can appear here at this critical moment is only the Taoist ancestor Chen Shisha. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Chen Shuisha had no roots under his feet, stepped on the void sky, his eyes first looked at the embarrassed Yu Huaji, anger flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Zhu Mingwen who had a broken arm, and he was stunned again, and finally looked at Wang Zijian, and stopped the battle coldly.

Yu Huaji's injury made her angry, Zhu Mingwen's broken arm surprised her, and the sword domain comprehended by Wang Zijian and Zhu Mingwen shocked her, how many years has there been no such genius in Beihai? This thought flashed in Chen Shuisha's mind, but it quickly returned to nothingness, she looked at the sword idiot Wang Zijian coldly, and the killing intent in her eyes was not concealed.

"After years of chasing and killing without dying, you have the ability, but if you are arrogant enough to dare to assassinate the holy woman of my Daomen, it means that you don't know how to live or die. ”

Chen Shuixia's eyes were full of murderous intent, if she was still disdainful of this young generation of famous sword idiots before, then now this junior has shown the strength and potential to make the entire Dao Sect alert, throughout the ages, how many people can comprehend the Tao of knowing my realm in the realm of the dragon's eye? This is completely different from the Tao inherited by Zhu Mingwen from the old pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, this is the epiphany that the prince sword said with his own understanding, this is his own way, just like the soft armor built close to his body, if he doesn't strangle it, it won't be long before the sword idiot will inevitably become the kendo master of Beihai, and in Beihai after the dry wine poem has died, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the next kendo leader!

This kind of potential can already make Chen Shuisha really murderous, really serious, she looked at the scene of the scene, and even thought, if she came a few steps late, what would be the end? Then it was undoubtedly the fate of her beloved disciple being killed, which she could not accept.

Hearing Chen Shuisha's words, Wang Zijian's pale face was sneering, like a mockery, full of sarcasm, he didn't care about what Daomen Master Ancestor, he didn't care about one of the six Great Netherworld Immortals in the North Sea, his sword idiot had survived the life-and-death struggle with Daomen over the years, and he had long forgotten what fear was, let alone Chen Shuisha, even if it was Mo Ying, the little uncle of Daomen who was famous in the Dao Domain, stood in front of him, he dared to take out his sword, he dared to die, where did he care about you?

The cold smile of the sword idiot, who had already looked down on life and death, was particularly dazzling, making Chen Shuisha's brows furrow.

Zhu Mingwen looked at the incomparably noble big man in the sky in a daze, Senior Chen, one of the six Netherworld realms in Beihai, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly tensed up.

He didn't think Yu Huaji deserved to die, so he showed up here.

But he also thinks that the prince sword does not deserve to die.

So if Senior Chen wants to kill Wang Zijian, what should he do?

Zhu Mingwen didn't know what to do, because although he was a sword maniac of the younger generation, a sword genius who made people smell and change, and now he had awakened the supreme inheritance, it was still not enough, he couldn't stop Chen Shuisha, even if he joined forces with the prince sword, there was no chance.

Yu Huaji opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

"Your life is at an end. Chen Shuisha said indifferently.

She didn't move, she didn't even need to raise her hand, and a purple thunder fell from the sky, and the purple thunder pillar with a thick bowl fell majestically, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, not to mention the prince sword in the realm of the dragon's eye, even those senior masters who knew my realm, under this purple thunder, I am afraid that it will be wiped out, and even the ashes will not be found.

The sky is blue and the sky is thundering, and the mighty is like a finger of an immortal, and the thunder is ten thousand.

Wang Zijian's eyes were calm, he was not afraid, he did not have any real sense of life and death, he was alive for revenge and revenge, and he was only a little regretful when he died, watching the purple thunder fall, he was as indifferent as a wooden man.

Rumbling thunder reverberated between heaven and earth.

One of them stood in front of the sword idiot, blocked the thunder for him, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ye Luo?" Chen Shuisha was slightly stunned and frowned.

Wang Zijian looked at the back of the person who saved him in front of him expressionlessly, indifferently as if he was looking at a stranger, without any gratitude.

The person who came is Ye Luo Zhiqiu, the head of the Ye family at the end of the six Netherworld Immortals in Beihai, this Netherworld Immortal is rumored to have been alone in the Netherworld in the past two hundred years, but few people know how it really is, he is the most low-key of the six Netherworlds, and rarely appears in front of the eyes of the world like the Tianchen Daoist who is known for his mystery, even the Yongzhou Ye family with his family is not obvious, the world speculates that his ambition is hidden, and one day he will cast his ambition with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, but who would have thought that he is just really desireless？

He is the head of the Ye family in Yongzhou, he is one of the six great Netherworld Immortals in Beihai, but he is not interested in those powers and wealth.

As a father, he only hopes that his son will come home one day, and that's it.

Zhu Mingwen and Yu Huaji didn't understand the mystery hidden in it, and they were stunned, but Chen Shuisha looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, looked at the traces of his once graceful and suave engraved on his face, and then looked at the prince sword with a cold appearance, but quite similar to Ye Luo's eyebrows, and vaguely saw the fame.

"Senior Chen, please let him go, my Ye family is willing to pay any price. Ye Luo said.

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Zhu Mingwen and Yu Huaji, even Chen Shuisha was taken aback.

With Ye Landing's position, where does he need to be commensurate with his seniors, he can call him by his name, but at the beginning, he regarded himself as a junior, Ye Luo's attitude has obviously been put to the lowest, and then he is even more willing to keep the prince's sword at any cost, it can be seen that he doesn't seem to mind that she will open her mouth and say something that he can't do.

Wang Zijian's gaze was indifferent, silent, like a sculpture.

Chen Shuisha shook his head and said, "He must die, it's useless for you to pay any price, I won't bury such a hidden danger for Daomen, and...... Are you willing to pay any price? I want your life, do you dare to give it?"

Ye Luo said with a smile: "If Senior Chen dares to ask for it, I will naturally dare to give it, Ye someone's life is placed here, and if he is released, he can be taken at will." ”

He is light and light, but others are silent.

Chen Shuiyan's eyes widened, looking at this handsome middle-aged man, and said murderously: "If I kill you, I can let him go, do you really dare?"

The older the person, the more he sacrifices his life, and the higher the position, the more afraid of death, but these seem to be invisible to this Ye family master, who is obviously one of the six Nether Immortals in Beihai, and is obviously one of the six biggest and largest people, but he can simply hand over his life, how is this possible?

A strange look finally flashed in Wang Zijian's eyes, but it quickly turned into a sneer.

Hypocrisy.

He didn't say those two words, but it was obvious.

As if he didn't hear that sneer, Ye Luo stood there, not making any defenses, and his body was full of flaws.

Chen Shuisha raised his hand, and a thunderbolt rose from the ground and exploded on Ye Luo's body, it was really a blow without sparing his hand, but unexpectedly, Ye Luo was really knocked to the ground, his clothes were torn, and he was almost dead in an instant, he really didn't have any defenses!

The leaves that fell to the ground were extremely desolate, where did they look like a ghost immortal? It was very similar to Zhu Mingwen who was knocked to the ground by the prince's sword before, the skin on his chest was open, and the blood was dripping with blood, and the blood flowed down the skin to the ground, and soon became a pool of blood.

Zhu Mingwen and Yu Huaji exclaimed, Wang Zijian raised his eyebrows, while Chen Shuisha was silent and did not continue to shoot.

"It's really dead?" Chen Shuisha said coldly.

Between the words, there was a thick chill, obviously she didn't mind taking this opportunity to kill a Ye family head who might threaten her status in Beihai in the future.

Ye Luo's voice was very weak, and his handsome middle-aged cheeks were stained with blood, which was bleak and embarrassed, but his eyes were very calm and clear.

Ye Luo said in a weak voice: "My life for his life is enough." ”

Wang Zijian still looked indifferent.

Yu Huaji wanted to speak out to dissuade her, but was stopped by Chen Shuisha with a look.

"Senior Chen, please let go of the prince sword. Zhu Mingwen's voice suddenly sounded.

The prince was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the one-armed sword madman who had his right arm cut off.

Chen Shuisha asked: "Ye Luo Zhiqiu wants to protect him, the reason is still understandable, why do you want me to let him go? Who cut off your right arm, don't you remember?"

Zhu Mingwen said sincerely: "I remember, but I don't hold grudges, I can understand him, and I know him, I don't think he should be damned, so I hope you can let him go." ”

"I need you to save me, I need you to speak?" Wang Zijian looked at Zhu Mingwen and roared coldly: "I cut off your arm, and now you speak for me in turn, what are you? Show me your revenge with virtue? Do I need you to save me? What about death? Am I afraid of death?"

"You're not a damn person. Zhu Mingwen said this directly.

One sentence blocked the mouth of the prince's sword.

He suddenly remembered the words that Zhu Mingwen had said calmly when he stood in front of Yu Hongyi before, when he ridiculed him for acting on the spot, what is this now? Show him the show? Or is there really such a person in the world? Such a fool?

Wang Zijian looked at Zhu Mingwen, and then glanced at Ye Luo, who fell to the ground without a trace, and whispered two words.

"Fool. ”

Chen Shuisha fell to the ground, she looked at Zhu Mingwen's sincere cheeks and his empty right arm, she couldn't refuse, this Sword Pavilion young man had paid too much to save his female apprentice, so much that she couldn't ignore it, at this moment, how could she ignore Zhu Mingwen's words? Coupled with Ye Luo's resolute reaction, she suddenly hesitated.

Yu Huaji came to her master's side, grabbed Chen Shuisha's sleeve, and shook it gently.

"Don't kill?" Chen Shuisha finally handed over the decision to his beloved apprentice.

Yu Huaji said softly: "I will go to him again in the future and make a decision." ”

Chen Shuiyan was silent for a while, and said to Ye Luo: "The price paid by your Ye family, after everything is over, I will naturally ask Dean Zhao to talk to your Ye family in detail, and everything will be revealed today, Zhu Mingwen, this kindness of yours, I will remember it." ”

Zhu Mingwen bowed.

An almost inaudible sound of consent came from Ye Luo's mouth.

The prince walked towards the forest behind him without looking back, took two steps, and suddenly stopped again, looking at the head of the Ye family who had no breath like a dead man.

Ye Luo's bloodshot eyes looked at his son with difficulty, and in his eyes, a touch of black clothes was reflected in the red, which was particularly conspicuous.

Wang Zijian hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over.

It's like I've finally let go of something. (To be continued.) )