"Dead guy!" Hearing Ye Wentian's voice, Kacha suddenly showed a look of surprise, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had found the backbone, and at this time they found that Ye Wentian had become a spiritual pillar and a guide in action.

Outside the house, Ye Wentian's voice also aroused Yang Jie's idea, and the scolding weakened, Yang Jie turned his head to look, and did not pay attention to Ye Wentian at first sight, but fell on Qian Duoduo's face.

Qian Duoduo was a little annoyed, how could this person be as virtuous as Yang An? Could it be that the heirs of Dingyuan Marquis have inherited the temperament of a lascivious hooligan?

Ye Wentian sank his face and reprimanded: "Where did you come from, dare to make trouble at the gate of my house, you are tired of looking for death, right?"

Yang Jie looked at Ye Wentian at this time, looked up and down for a moment, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Sure enough, it is the same as the third brother described, you are Ye Wentian, I am looking for you! You actually dare to hurt my third brother, do you know who my father is?"

Ye Wentian plucked his ears impatiently: "Your father, isn't he just a little marquis? It's no different from earwax." I said you shit, do you have anything else but Daddy? I'm sick to hear it. ”

"You, you dare to scold my father for earwax?" Yang An's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that someone really dared to insult the Marquis of the Dynasty, this was a big crime of killing his head.

Yang Jie was furious, pointed at Ye Wentian's nose and shouted, "My father has 300,000 elite soldiers in his hands, and there are thousands of disciples of the Ink Sword Sect, you dare to hurt my third brother, and now you are insulting the prince of the imperial court, and it is not an exaggeration to cut you with a thousand knives." Come on, take it for me!"

With a wave of his hand, two Lingjun of the Ink Sword Sect immediately rushed up with their fists clenched, one grabbed Ye Wentian's shoulder, and the other grabbed Qian Duoduo, he knew that the Yang family's ancestors had passed on the problem of lust, whether it was Yang Jie, Yang An, or Dingyuan Hou, they were all very feminine, if this charming beauty was captured and offered, it would definitely be a great achievement.

Qian Duoduo didn't move, she didn't move a single step, because she knew that Ye Wentian would protect her, and she would.

Sure enough, a contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Wentian's mouth, and he kicked Lingjun in the chest like lightning, and at the same time, his left hand reached out and pinched the back of Lingjun's neck who was grabbing Qian Duoduo.

Hearing only a miserable snort, the blood of the Lingjun who was kicked in the chest spurted out wildly, and the speed was dozens of times faster than before, knocking over more than a dozen people in a row, and rolling dozens of meters on the ground before stopping. Someone immediately stepped forward to rescue, but found that this Lingjun's chest had collapsed entirely, his heart had been kicked out, his eyes were tightly closed, his breath was like a gossamer, and he had more air and less intake, and he couldn't be saved without a four-star elixir.

The door creaked open, and Yu Taihang and the others just saw the scene of blood flying upside down.

Looking at the tragic situation of this Spirit Monarch, he was silent for a while, even if he carelessly did not sacrifice the martial spirit, did not use the spirit flame to protect the body, he would not be kicked to death, but it was also a five-ring cultivation!

How powerful is this kick?

"You, you dare to kill the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect? You actually dare to kill the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect in the imperial capital......" Yang An pointed at Ye Wentian with a shocked face, in the imperial capital, the disciples of the princely families of various sects are allowed to fight each other privately, but the default bottom line is not to kill people, everyone tacitly abides by this bottom line, and has never crossed it.

But at this moment, Ye Wentian crossed this bottom line as soon as he made a move, and directly kicked the disciple of the Ink Sword Sect to death, which was not only a declaration of war against the Ink Sword Sect, but also a declaration of war on all the forces that maintained this bottom line!

Ye Wentian interrupted Yang An's words and said with a smile: "Don't think that I will abide by your bottom line, the principle I pursue is that if people don't offend me, I won't offend people, and if people offend me, I will punish them." Do you think that when I first arrived, I would ride on my head and make a fuss, and pee? Do you think that if my foundation is not stable, I will be humble and avoid, and let others bully? No, you are wrong, whoever dares to point the sword at me, I will kill him, and whoever dares to do something to the people around me, I will cut him with a knife!"

"Just Dingyuan Marquis, even the Mo Sword Sect dares to make a fortune on my head? Don't ask who Lao Tzu is, can you afford to offend him? Kill him a piece of garbage, if you dare to jump, Lao Tzu will uproot your entire sect, and there will be no chickens and dogs!"

Ye Wentian brought the Ink Sword Sect Lingjun in his hand in front of him, and said in a cruel voice: "Do you remember what I just said? She is my woman, do you want to touch my woman, do you know what the fate is?"

"You, you, you can't kill me, I'm the grandson of the three elders of the Ink Sword Sect, kill me, my grandfather won't let you go!" This Spirit Monarch turned pale with fright, he also saw the fate of another Spirit Monarch, this kind of power is not something he can resist.

"And threaten me, threaten me again, now let me tell you what the fate is. The smile on the corner of Ye Wentian's mouth became cruel, just like Marshal of the Dark Demon Dragon, after all, Teresa was actually created by him. The tyrannical murderous aura surged out, and a blood-colored red glow full of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Ah, I'll kill you!" Experiencing Ye Wentian's killing intent at such a close distance, the stimulation caused was extremely intense, this Spirit Monarch was almost crazy with fright, the spiritual flames rolled out of his body fifty-two inches, the black light in his hand flashed, and the ink sword martial spirit slashed through a sword light that flickered with cold light, and slashed towards Ye Wentian's side neck.

"Head, be careful!" Yu Taihang shouted in shock.

"Beware of sneak attacks!" Dugu Jian, Nangong Yu, and Lilai all shouted urgently. Only Kacha and Qian Duoduo did not panic, Kacha and Ye Wentian have been living together, so they naturally know how strong his physical body is, and Qian Duoduo has fully appreciated it before.

Seeing that the ink sword went straight to Ye Wentian's side neck, and Ye Wentian didn't dodge, Yang Jie couldn't help but show a mocking sneer, he was the eldest son of the Marquis of Dingyuan, and he was also a disciple of the Ink Sword Sect, how sharp the ink sword of the way of nature was, it was not a problem to cut gold and break jade, otherwise how could it be a first-class sect?

Many disciples of the Ink Sword Sect sneered, if they were hit by the ink sword, even the disciples of the Ten Sects would not be able to escape death, not to mention the fragile part of the neck.

The ink sword fell inch by inch, and Ye Wentian did not dodge or dodge......

In the next moment, when the ink sword slashed down on the side neck, there was no blood splattering, no snort of sharp blades cutting through flesh, only a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, and then the ink sword was bounced high and came out of his hand.

Everyone's eyes widened, and Yang Jie opened his mouth even wider, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The Ink Sword Sect's Lingjun Tiger Mouth burst into the mouth and blood flowed for a long time, covering his wrist and screaming in pain, and on Ye Wentian's side neck, only a faint white mark was left, which was so shallow that it was almost unrecognizable.

Is this really human flesh? Is he really human?