But how did Ye Yunfeng know, it wasn't that Puqing Zhenren didn't want to kill him, but that Puqing Zhenren was a junior immortal cultivator who had just cultivated the basic exercises to the ninth layer, and there were not many true elements in his body, plus he had used the fireball technique so many times in one breath before.

What's more, in order to kill Ye Yunfeng, Puqing Zhenren forcibly urged the spirit soldiers who were completely beyond his own ability, and now he was powerless to kill Ye Yunfeng.

If it weren't for the fact that the spirit soldier was trained by Puqing Zhenren's ancestors, and Puqing Zhenren used his essence blood to urge the spirit soldiers, otherwise it would still be a question whether Puqing Zhenren could command the action of the small sword spirit soldier now.

Staring at Ye Yunfeng, who was stunned on the side, as if looking at himself like an idiot, Puqing Zhenren's face was full of gloom, and he regretted in his heart, how good it would be if he worked hard when he usually cultivated.

Ruthlessly, Puqing Zhenren bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of blood mist sprayed on the little sword spirit soldier. Suddenly, the faint gray shadow that the little sword spirit soldier turned into was a little thicker.

And Pu Qing Zhenren's face was even paler, and he pointed at a point. With a loud shout in his mouth, "Hurry!" The speed of the little sword spirit soldier suddenly soared.

When Ye Yunfeng saw it, his face suddenly changed. scolded secretly in his heart, his body suddenly flashed, and the willow body technique was even more exerted. Holding back the pain in his arms, the energy poured into his fist and blasted out.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

With a miserable scream, Ye Yunfeng's fist collided with the little sword spirit soldier. Suddenly, Ye Yunfeng's right hand against the little sword spirit soldier was twisted at a strange angle.

With pain on his face, Ye Yunfeng brushed the willow body method and exerted his strength. Kicked on a bamboo, and his body flew violently.

However, the little sword spirit soldier still drew a deep gap on the inner thigh of Ye Yunfeng, blood splattered, and the entire thigh was immediately infected with blood.

Seeing this, Puqing Zhenren's pale face showed joy. With a flick of the sword, the gray shadow spun sharply in mid-air and shot out.

"Die!" Pu Qing's face was hideous, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Whew!"

In an instant, the gray shadow left an afterimage in the air, cutting through the air and driving Ye Yunfeng away.

The gray shadow approached, Ye Yunfeng's face was gloomy, his blood was agitated, and there was only a buzzing buzz in his head. The shadow of death looms.

Ye Yunfeng felt that he didn't have the slightest fear, but had a sense of relief. Unprecedented clarity in the clear pupils.

"Buzz!"

Along with the clarity in Ye Yunfeng's mind, the sword of Ye Yunfeng on the ground made a low sound of sword sound at this time.

"Heha!" Ye Yunfeng, who was blowing the willow body in mid-air, suddenly burst out laughing. The willow body technique was no longer used, and the body suddenly fell down and stood steadily. Proud of the approaching gray shadow.

Suddenly, a kind of realization rose in Ye Yunfeng's mind, "Return!" muttered in his mouth. Gently close your eyes and don't let the sadness in your eyes be revealed, because this world is not Ye Yunfeng's world.

"Whew!"

The steel long sword soared violently, leaping into the void, the tip of the sword pointing far away.

In an instant, between heaven and earth, I saw Ye Yunfeng standing proudly, a long sword suspended in the void. A gray shadow paused in the air with a sinister aura, as if in fear.

Sad, helpless, lonely, lonely for a moment, the momentum around Ye Yunfeng's body changed.

"Swordsman, Aotian. The heart of protection, but because of the self has no way. There is no room for me in this world, and I don't belong here. Ye Yunfeng muttered, but his voice ran through like magic, and every word resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Looking at the place of the Ye family's mansion from afar, Ye Yunfeng suddenly felt a kind of sadness in his heart, it was the resentment when his relatives left, Ye Yunfeng didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand.

Two lines of tears slipped down, "Since this world can't accommodate me, since this fate makes me reincarnate, since you hold a sword in your hand, you can't protect me." ”

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Ye Yunfeng's body was even more vigorous. The broken arm recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and suddenly a death-like depression shrouded him, Pu Qing Zhenren's face turned pale, and his pupils showed disbelief.

The mouth whispered, "Impossible, this can't be." Staggering backwards, Pu Qing's eyes were blank. "How is it possible, how can it be that he is just an ordinary man, how can he have intentions. ”

"Meaning!" Hearing Pu Qing's words, Ye Yunfeng opened his eyes, revealing a trace of difference in his eyes.

Meaning, it is no stranger to Ye Yunfeng, because whether it is in the previous life or in this life. Ye Yunfeng understands that as long as his own realm reaches a place that others can't reach, then a belief will naturally be derived.

"Is that what it means? It's just an obsession. Maybe I can't touch it yet. But one day, I, Ye Yunfeng... Be convinced. ”

Ye Yunfeng whispered again, and the decline in his eyes was even more victorious. "So, my sword intent, your name...... Silence. ”

"Boom!"

As the word silence exited, Ye Yunfeng's momentum reached a peak, and a sword groan came from the void. Stretching out his hand, the stainless steel long sword suddenly flew into his hand.

The willow sword technique was unleashed, and the Dao sword qi was scattered.

A suppression, deep majesty emanated from Ye Yunfeng's body, and the long sword in his hand slowly stabbed out. The energy in the body is running upward, and at the same time, there is also the silence.

Suddenly, Ye Yunfeng stabbed out a bit of inky black starlight on the tip of the sword, and it instantly expanded and turned into an inky black streamer.

In the frightened look of Puqing Zhenren, it approached in an instant, crossing Puqing Zhenren's throat. A splash of brilliant blood.

"Bang!"

Holding his throat with both hands, blood spilling from Pu Qingzhen's fingers. There was unwillingness and resentment in his eyes. Fell heavily.

"Hey!" Ye Yunfeng sighed lightly, "I don't want to harm people's lives, but what!"

looked at Pu Qing Zhenren's corpse lying on the ground, his pale face. Ye Yunfeng walked up leisurely, bent down at the corpse of Puqing Zhenren, and bowed deeply.

Then he found a palm-sized yellow cloth bag in the cuffs of Puqing Zhenren, with a small red rope tied at the neckline, and the two sides of the cloth bag were embroidered with the pattern of Tai Chi Bagua.

Seeing this, Ye Yunfeng finally understood why Puqing Zhenren was able to constantly find those short blades from the cuffs.

"Hehe!" Ye Yunfeng chuckled. "There's really this thing, it looks like this is the legendary storage bag, but I don't know how big it is. "I played with the storage bag in my hand and thought about how to open it.

At the same time, in the secret room of the Puqing Pavilion of Huayun Mountain, more than a hundred miles away, an old man who was shrouded in black robes, sitting cross-legged, and skinny with his eyes closed, at the moment when Puqing Zhenren was killed by Ye Yunfeng.

Suddenly, two terrifying rays of light shot out, and a cyan jade piece exploded from the center in front of his chest, turning into a handful of cyan residue.

"Poof!"

Looking at the jade piece in his hand, the black-robed old man spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The body couldn't stop trembling, "Whew!" The old man took a deep breath, the trembling of his body calmed down, but the anger in his heart became even more wild.

Reaching out and patting his waist, a milky white spar appeared in his hand. Gripping the spar tightly, he squeezed it hard.

Suddenly, the spar pierced into the palm of the old man's hand, and the blood flowed, and the moment the spar touched the blood of the old man's palm, it burst into a shining fluorescence.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law. Yin-Yang Mirror, now!" The old man pinched the seal with his hand, drank loudly in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to throw it.

The fluorescent spar suddenly suspended in front of the old man, and the fluorescence triumphed.

"Bang bang!

The slightest electric current flickered, and the fluorescence emitted by the hedron suddenly fluctuated. Seeing this, the old man frowned deeply. With a wave of his hand, he shot out another magic decision, and the true yuan in his body gushed out wildly.

Penetrating into the spar, in an instant, the fluorescence emitted by the spar suppressed the electric current. At the same time, a picture of Pu Qing Zhenren being killed by Ye Yunfeng appeared in the fluorescence.

But there is a hidden force that the old man can't see. When the old man wanted to fight again, the spar exploded with a bang. The powder in the sky suddenly covered the old man's face, so he was not embarrassed.

"Poof!"

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood again, obviously because he couldn't cast the spell, but was eaten by the spell.

"Who is it, who killed the old man and grandson, the old man wants you to die a good death. The old man roared bitterly. The body jumped up suddenly, turning into a rainbow light and shooting out of the Puqing Temple.

In the eyes of the old man, the land of a hundred miles seemed to be between inches, and after a while, it had already reached the sky above the Ye family's mansion. looked coldly at the crowd that was sticking to the ball under his feet and fighting for his life. The divine consciousness unfolded, and in an instant, it enveloped a radius of dozens of miles.

But apart from the current group of mundane mortals, the old man did not find the slightest thing.

"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly.

"My grandson has indeed fallen here, in that case, you can bury my grandson with you. With that, the old man raised his hands, and a ball of cyan aura gathered in his palm, and the incantation was chanted in his mouth, and the cyan aura slowly rotated in the old man's hand.

"Thorn, stab!"

After a while, the aura mass in the old man's hand made a sound like an electric current flowing, and his eyes were even colder, and the cold glow flashed.

"Hurry!"

The cyan electric ball in the palm of his hand was beating, and the old man burst into a shout. Immediately, I saw the cyan electric ball transformed by the spiritual energy shoot out.

"Boom!"

Falling on the Ye family's mansion, there was a roar, and the smoke and dust were filled.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, I saw that where it was originally the Ye family's mansion, a huge pit with a depth of more than ten meters and a width of 100 meters suddenly appeared.

However, the children of the Ye family and the Black Guards who were originally fighting in chaos disappeared without a trace at this time, apparently turning into ashes under the attack of the old man.

Seeing the effect of his Dao method, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and then a trace of viciousness appeared in his eyes. "Grandson, don't worry, no matter who killed you, the old man will definitely avenge you. ”

With that, the old man turned around and disappeared into a rainbow light.

At this time, Ye Yunfeng, who heard the explosion, was late. Looking at the huge cavity in front of him, the momentum around Ye Yunfeng's body suddenly slammed, and the sword intent of silence almost turned into substance.

There was a kind of depression in his chest, which almost crushed Ye Yunfeng's entire mind, and his mind was blank.

After a long silence, he stood quietly on the ruins of the Ye family's mansion. Two lines of clear tears crossed, although the Ye family wanted to sacrifice themselves for peace, although the Ye family didn't like themselves, but Ye Yunfeng never blamed them.

It's just that Ye Yunfeng has always just regarded himself as a passer-by in this world, and those ugly faces are no different from the clowns who jump off the beam in Ye Yunfeng's eyes.

But when the entire Ye family was wiped out, Ye Yunfeng realized that he didn't care, it turned out that he also longed for family affection and friendship.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Ye Yunfeng raised his head to the sky and yelled, venting his grief and anger in his heart. But how can it not erase the sorrow buried deep in the soul.

Standing quietly, Ye Yunfeng did not sleep, did not eat, and did not drink a little water. For seven whole days, every day Ye Yunfeng spent his inner torment.

And it came to pass on the seventh day, when night fell. Ye Yunfeng, who was standing in a daze, had a little movement. Slowly raised his steps and left step by step in despair.

In the pupils, there was not the slightest look. The Silent Annihilation Sword Intent around him slowly rotated under Ye Yunfeng's unconscious control. A vaguely oval-shaped shroud envelops it.

At the same time, the Silence actually devoured the negative emotions emanating from Ye Yunfeng little by little, and as time passed, the Silence Sword Intent surrounding Ye Yunfeng's body slowly faded, and then disappeared into Ye Yunfeng's body.

But Ye Yunfeng was as if he had lost his soul, and he was confused. I just know that I keep moving my feet and keep walking forward. There was no trace of life in his pupils, and a gloomy dead silence around him shrouded Ye Yunfeng.