"Who are the few of you!" a voice sounded in the corner, and he pointed to the three people led by Ye Jianshui and asked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There was silence on the field, and the monks looked Ye Jianshui and the others up and down vigilantly. Wei Yi stood on the left, his sword eyebrows tightly locked, and Qinglei's broken sword was clenched in his hand. Su Su was on the right, cold as ice, and two white silk tied with bells hung down from his sleeves. Ye Jianshui was between the two, pursed his lips to stop the tears that continued to flow from his eyes, and held the sword in one hand and the talisman in the other.

"They are students of the Yanwutang!" After seeing the three of them in such a posture, someone finally recognized the three of them and said in shock.

"The Yanwutang that assassinated the Holy Sons of the Kingdoms?!" A monk recalled the days of fear in Jincheng Guanzhong, and couldn't help but gasp.

"It's the Holy Son who killed, does it have anything to do with you garbage!!" Ye Jianshui was flowing with the iron blood of the Ye family of the Qin State, and at this time, he didn't care who killed these Holy Sons.

"Listen, gentlemen, they finally dare to admit it!"

"After killing a few Holy Sons, you still don't stop, and now it's like killing all of us here for swordsmanship and flying swords!" someone stood up and confronted Ye Jianshui.

Anyway, there were hundreds of monks at this time, but there were only three poor people on Ye Jianshui's side, which was an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Ye Jianshui and the others first knew that Qin Yun's accidental death was out of sorrow, and then they were angry when they heard the humiliation of their fellow disciples by the monks of all countries, and finally they saw the pretended faces of the monks of all countries to be angry.

Sadness, anger, and anger are three complex emotions that intertwine with each other and finally explode.

"The paper rune in that woman's hand is the rune engraved by Lu Buji?!"

"I didn't expect that the half-truncated sword actually summoned the power of the green thunder entanglement, which is much better than the flying sword of Changsun Xing!"

"What's the use of two little bells! It's just that the woman in white can be described as stunning, if she is abolished and trained into a slave........"

"Qin Yun, when we kill this group of shameless people, we are erecting a monument for you. Ye Jianshui said with pity, throwing the straight talisman in his hand, and then the tip of the sword was tapped, and a pitch-black arrow appeared in mid-air.

With a swish, the arrow turned into a pitch-black afterimage, piercing through the chests of seven or eight people, and then hit the ground and exploded, setting off countless flying sand and rocks.

"Is this the power of the talisman?" It was also the first time that the monks of the various countries had seen the power of the talisman, and there were also several king-level monks in the northern cangzhong who could stir the heavens and the earth, but there was only Lu Buji in the formation master.

He is the only one who can carve such a thing.

"If you can get these talismans, you will undoubtedly have an extra guarantee in the future!" When they saw that an ordinary paper talisman actually contained the power of the full force of the Great Zhou Tian Peak Monk's full blow, the monks present were all salivating.

"The monk of Yanwutang first assassinated the holy sons of all countries in Jincheng Pass, and now he wants to kill people and seize treasures, such villains are punished by everyone!"

"Yes! Such a despicable act must not be tolerated!"

The monks of the various countries are constantly exposing the evil deeds of Ye Jianshui and others, and put themselves on the position of justice.

Hundreds of monks summoned their weapons, and there were countless long swords, big swords, and clubs.

Suddenly, the sound of killing on the field shook the sky, and hundreds of monks flocked to Ye Jianshui and the three of them like a wave.

On the other hand, Ye Jianshui, Wei Yi, and Su Su were also fearless in the face of more than 100 monks. The finished glyphs of the three of them formed horns with each other, rushing into the crowd.

In the melee, the exercises were raging, and Ye Jianshui long sword lightly pointed on the neck of a monk with a long sword, and in an instant, blood flowers bloomed. On the other side, pitch-black arrows kept appearing, hitting the distance and exploding the crowd. If Qin Yun was present and saw Ye Jianshui make a move, he would definitely be smacked by Ye Jianshui's strong combat power.

Wei Yi's eyes were like torches, and the thunder intent surging in the green thunder sword was unparalleled, and a blue-eyed white dragon was summoned in the sky, hitting the earth directly, and I don't know how many monks were shattered.

Su Su is like a dancing queen of the army, Bai Aya dances the copper bell in and out of the crowd seven times and seven out, and the copper bell made of the dark iron outside the sky hides the power of a thousand jun, how can the mortal body be able to resist. The slightest touch will shatter the bones and completely lose their combat power.

The three of them were not overwhelmed by the waves of more than a hundred monks, but like a sharp knife, tearing open the enemy's chest.

"Is this the strength of the Yanwutang monks?" said a monk who began to regret that this academy had been established by the Qin State for less than half a year. The strength of its students has far exceeded the strength of the chief disciples of most sects, and there is a faint trend of a giant rising.

However, in the time of half a pillar of incense, more than 100 monks were destroyed. Ye Jianshui looked at the corpse on the ground in disgust, shook off the blood stains in the blade and withdrew it into the scabbard. The Qinglei Sword in Wei Yi's hand also returned to its usual appearance, an extraordinary but only half-cut broken sword. Su Su's copper bell was also retracted to his sleeve, and his white clothes were still dusty when he held his hands together.

The three of them were silent and walked over to Xuan Heavy Sword.

"Will you hide down there again?" Wei Yiyi, recalling that day Qin Yun appeared in the pile of rubble at his feet and knocked him down with a punch.

That battle made Wei Yi lose convincingly, and it also made him begin to face his arrogant self, and keeping the broken Qinglei Sword is the best proof of his growth. I thought that there would be a chance to fight Qin Yun in the future, but who knew that the school field was the first and last battle between the two.

What's even more distressing is that Qin Yun's body was destroyed into powder, and it can't be found at all.

"Let's take the sword back and erect a monument for him on the mountain behind the Yanwu Hall. Ye Jianshui said, since Qin Yun is a student of Yanwutang, it is reasonable to return to Yanwutang.

Wei nodded a little, and now he can only do this. Who knows, when he wanted to pick up the Xuanzhong sword, he suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong? Could it be that you were injured just now?" Su Su asked with concern, now that he had lost a companion, Su Su didn't want to let another companion slip away. With that, a healing pill had already appeared in her hand and was handed to Wei Yi.

Wei Yi waved his hand to show that he was not injured. He said: "I can't ~~~~ pick up this sword." ”

The tone was puzzled, as if he was wondering why he couldn't hold it.

"How could it be. Ye Jianshui didn't believe it, although he looked at the sword body as wide as a big piece of iron, but it would not be to the point where he couldn't hold it.

Ye Jianshui grasped the hilt of the Xuanzhong Sword with one hand, the dantian aura surged, and then his hand pumped up, but the Xuanzhong Sword still stuck to the ground and remained motionless.

"Wouldn't it?!"

Then her hands were clenched, and Ye Jianshui walked steadily, wanting to move the Xuanzhong Sword up, but when she exhausted her cultivation and spent a lot of effort, the Xuanzhong Sword was lifted slightly.

"Qin Yun carries such a heavy sword on his back on weekdays???!!!"

The three of them put on expressions of disbelief, recalling that in the past, Qin Yun would always carry the Xuanzhong Sword on his back at any time, and when he was fighting, he would swing the Xuanzhong Sword as fast as the wind.

"Then how much strength does Qin Yun have?" The three of them thought about it slowly, and felt more and more terrifying.