When Yi Chen said that someone was hiding next to him and waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, the faint and undetectable cloud of demonic energy in the void trembled slightly, and then regained its calm, as if there had never been movement.

And the ancestor of the Ye family only realized that the situation was not quite right at this time, he clearly sensed that there was a demonic qi diffused in the air, although it was very light, but it did exist, and the source of this demonic qi actually came from his great-grandson Ye Fan.

For Ye Fan, the ancestor of the Ye family does not have much affection, after all, it has been so many generations, and he is hidden in the back mountain of the Burial Sword Villa most of the time, and rarely appears outside, let alone in the sight of the Ye family, he just hides in the shadows, and occasionally solves some troubles for the Burial Sword Villa, it is undeniable that as long as the Burial Sword Villa is not facing the danger of extermination, he will not appear, with this idle time, he is more willing to retreat and cultivate, if he can comprehend the mystery and break through to the Sword Saint, then his status in the headquarters of the Burial Sword Villa will be higher。

Entering the headquarters of the Burial Sword Villa and obtaining a certain status is the wish of the ancestor of the Ye family in this life, and the Burial Sword Villa is enough as long as the bloodline is continuous.

"Have you cultivated demonic skills?" Although this fact had been confirmed, the Ye family ancestor still wanted to confirm it.

For sword cultivators, magic skills can be quickly improved in cultivation, at least, in the early stage of cultivation, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, for those who are full of qi and blood, or those who are full of mighty qi, and those who can't get home in demon cultivation, I'm afraid they don't even have the power to resist, even if they cultivate to a certain level, they are also restricted everywhere, and there are only so few who really cultivate to perfection, and the infamy spreads all over the world, and they pay the price but can't get the corresponding return, which is also the reason why the sword cultivators despise the demon cultivators.

And looking at Ye Fan's appearance, although he has not yet cultivated to a perfect state, he has already been able to resist the impact of those ordinary sword cultivators' qi and blood, if it weren't for Yue Shengtao's personal action, he might not be able to find someone to defeat him present.

To be able to cultivate to this point, if there was no one behind him to guide him, the ancestor of the Ye family would not believe it anyway.

He looks down on the demon cultivators, and at the same time, he also deeply understands that all demon cultivators have brutal surnames, murderous personalities, ruthlessness, and even their closest relatives can do it, and moreover, if a demon cultivator wants to improve his cultivation, he must have to mutilate countless people and suck their yin qi, since Ye Fan has become the climate, then, presumably, the people who died in his hands must have eight thousand, if not ten thousand, right?

As soon as he thought of this, the Ye family ancestor's face suddenly turned cold: "What about your father?"

For a while, he became very uneasy in his heart, Ye Qing was his grandson, unlike this great-grandson, he still attached great importance to Ye Qing, Ye Qing was also raised by him at the beginning, and he didn't see Ye Qing at this time, he suspected that Ye Qing had been killed by this rebel.

Just now he was standing on the same front with himself, how could he know, the next moment, but he questioned himself like this, Ye Fan's mood fluctuated, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, although he was very confident in that person's strength, but at this time, his face was also frightened pale, he was never the protagonist, not before, now he is more like a clown, in the future, whether he can live or not is a question.

"He, they're in the back room. After barely finishing this sentence, Ye Fan felt that the strength of his whole body had been used up, and he was already seriously injured, and he almost fainted directly at this time.

The ancestor of the Ye family retracted his momentum, and at the same time, he also retracted his gaze, frowning, sensing the situation in the underground secret room.

As soon as his momentum was withdrawn, Ye Fan was light, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but the clothes that had been soaked made him look as if he had just been salvaged from the water, and his pale face looked even paler.

"Brute, that's how you treated your father?" When he sensed Ye Qing and Yu Wenyu in the secret room, the ancestor of the Ye family directly went violent, scolding angrily, and slapped Ye Fan with a slap.

This palm, if it is shot, Ye Fan will definitely die, the ninth-level sword sect struck with hatred, don't say that it is him, the ninth-level sword emperor who was seriously injured, even if he is in a full state, he can only be killed in seconds, even if Yue Shengtao comes, he can only be killed in seconds.

"Teacher, save me, save me, I don't want to die. Ye Fan shouted with difficulty.

"Boom~!"

There was no accident, this palm finally slapped on Ye Fan's chest.

Spurting out a mouthful of black blood, Ye Fan's eyes bulged, unwilling, resentful, painful, and unbelievable...... and a trace of remorse, in those eyes, too many feelings were expressed, but the look in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the cold aura exuded from his body could no longer affect everyone, maybe at the moment of his death, what he hated the most was not the ancestor of the Ye family, not Yi Chen, not Yue Hengtao, but the teacher in his mouth, right?

"Teacher?"

After the ancestor of the Ye family cleaned up the portal, he didn't have the slightest heartache, but his brows squeezed deeper, thinking of what Yi Chen said earlier that someone was hiding on the side and waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, he immediately came to his senses, "Where is the rat, have the courage to appear in a battle~~battle~~battle~~!" The last word 'war' is sonorous and powerful, echoing inside and outside the mansion, even if the onlookers outside the mansion are far away, they can also feel the strong power of qi and blood.

Under the conscious persecution of the Ye family ancestor, the pitch-black demonic mist in the void could no longer be hidden, and the power of that strong qi and blood, in his current state, was still a little troublesome to resist.

I saw that imperceptible black mist gradually dispersed, and a middle-aged man in a black and red robe appeared there out of thin air.

However, he didn't pay attention to the ancestor of the Ye family, but looked at Yi Chen with resentment, and a cold voice came into everyone's ears: "Boy, you actually ruined my plan! Originally, I could control this kid and then blend into the Burial Sword Villa, but now, everything has been messed up by you! The plan I have worked so hard to prepare for hundreds of years has all been destroyed by you! I will not let you go, hahaha~ha, wait for it, I will come back!"

The middle-aged man's face was pale and pale, not seriously injured, but pale himself, exuding a feminine and cold aura all over his body, and a black mist swirled around his body, lifting him up and floating in mid-air, looking extremely penetrating.

Glancing at Yi Chen resentfully, he said to the Ye family ancestor again: "Kill my chess piece, you should also be prepared to bear the revenge of my blood-clothed old demon!"

"Can you escape?" the Ye family ancestor snorted coldly, "Do you think we'll let you escape?"

"Hahaha~ha!" The middle-aged man laughed arrogantly, "Mortal, you are too ignorant, even if I don't have one of my strength now, but it's not something you can resist! It's just that the deity doesn't want to waste this demon yuan that was finally rebuilt, otherwise, you are already a corpse now." The deity is leaving, and no one can stop the deity!"

After saying that, he disappeared again, as if he had disappeared from the void, only a faint black mist proved that he had not yet moved away from this place.

"Where to go!" The ancestor of the Ye family roared, and the sword-like weapon in his hand was directly thrown out by him, and with what he threw out, there was more than half of the fighting power in his body, all of which was infused into the weapon.

"Huh~"

Before the black fog disappeared, the sword-like weapons followed, and the powerful momentum enveloped this space, although no one controlled the weapon, but the fighting power that the Ye family ancestor poured into it exploded at this moment, the weapon like a knife and a sword, suddenly, burst out with a strong light, dazzling, and the tip of the weapon carried a sharp sword light, slashing at the black fog.

"Boom~!" the air trembled violently, and the fierce light trembled and trembled, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling violently with it.

Even though they knew that this was a delusion, everyone involuntarily took a few steps back, as if it was safer.

Even Yue Shengtao frowned and took a step back, as if facing a great enemy.

It's a pity that under that blazing light, although the black fog dimmed a little, the middle-aged voice was undiminished: "Little guy, the deity said that the deity is leaving, you can't stop it, say you can't stop it, you can't stop it!" The domineering words and contemptuous tone showed that the middle-aged man was not damaged at all, and the blow just now seemed to have no effect.

Everyone is a little regretful, pity, and worried, if this demon escapes, in the future, it may turn into a disaster for the entire Yemian City.

"Remember, the deity will come back. After that, the black mist drifted away into the distance, extremely fast.

His ghostly speed, even the Ye family ancestor of the ninth-level sword sect is inferior, he has the intention to keep the other party, but unfortunately he can't do anything, he regrets it in his heart, he knew that this is the case, he shouldn't have thrown his weapons out, he was in a hurry, he made a mistake, but this mistake, regret is irreparable.

Just when everyone thought that the fact that the demon had escaped was unchangeable, and they thought that they would always be threatened by this demon in the future...... "Click~!"

A crisp sound of metal shattering reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the white light was sheng, covering the golden sunlight of the setting sun, the dazzling white light, so that everyone involuntarily closed their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, they could only see the starry sky, bright, dazzling, countless fragments of the intestinal sword, shooting away, under the sun, shining, and the strong white light, reflecting each other, as if forming the most beautiful picture in the world, simple language, can no longer describe its fantasy and beauty...... At this moment, everyone suddenly felt that the ground was shaking, and when they looked up, they saw Yi Chen pulling the reins of the horse, and the purple-tailed lizard slowly stopped its four hooves, and its huge head was pulled away, completely stopping.

On the back of the purple-tailed lizard, Yi Chen's right hand still maintained the posture of holding the sword and splitting it, but there was no sword in his hand, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingers, his palm was cut, his mouth was also wide open, and there was a violent gasping sound, and his chest fell together, and his face was slightly pale, as if he had consumed too much and his strength was exhausted.

His gaze, looking at the sky, was full of murderous intent, and he said softly: "If you want to go, have you asked me?"

At this moment, the scene fell into a dead silence, a silent and silent atmosphere, swept the audience, no one spoke, even breathing temporarily stopped, and all eyes were focused on the young figure in the green shirt.

(To be continued)