Caiyun looked at Yang Qinghua with blisters on his face in distress, the young sect master of the dignified Qingyun Sect, who would have expected that he would fall to such a miserable state.

Ye Ziyu's eyes were sharp, and at a glance he saw Zhang Lianhao who was fleeing quickly in the fire wave.

At first, when Zhang Lianhao first arrived, Ye Ziyu's attention was not on him.

Until this time, Zhang Lianhao's body movements attracted Ye Ziyu's attention.

This person seems to have been seen somewhere before, although Zhang Lianhao's face has been burned into a black charcoal now, but the yin owl in his eyes has not changed in the slightest.

He hatefully glanced at the deep pit that had been burned by the dragon flame and collapsed, and couldn't help but spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground, if it weren't for this group of boys who didn't know whether to live or die, they wouldn't have been attacked by the evil dragon in the sky and made it look like this.

These little cubs were simply innocent, and the few who survived on the other side were not good goods, and before the dragon attack fell, he clearly heard the man with the knife laughing, obviously gloating.

Zhang Lianhao glanced around again, and found that Caiyun and Yang Qinghua were not far from him, so he flew over immediately.

When he flew closer, he found that Yang Qinghua's condition was even worse than he had just expected, how could a foundation building monk be injured like this? The current situation is far beyond Zhang Lianhao's understanding of the cultivation world.

Caiyun nodded to him after seeing Zhang Lianhao, Zhang Lianhao hurriedly bowed down and wanted to salute this noble servant, but Caiyun waved his hand and said, "When is it, come and help the young sect master leave here with me."

Zhang Lianhao hurriedly stepped forward, he looked around with some doubts, except for the great ancestor of the Liang royal family, there were only five people left on the opposite side of Siye.

Caiyun was anxious at this time, for fear that Yang Qinghua's injury would be aggravated again by the fire wave, and he just wanted to leave this place in a hurry and rush back to the Qingyun faction.

No, directly use the teleportation array to return to Dahan, everything must be done to ensure the safety of the young sect master as the first priority.

Seeing that Zhang Lianhao was still looking around at such a critical moment, he immediately straightened his face and shouted, "What are you looking at? Why don't you get over here!"

Zhang Lianhao couldn't help but speed up his pace, but he still couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and asked, "Lord Caiyun, where is Master Yang's old man?" The young sect master was so seriously injured, why didn't he see Master Yang come to help?"

Caiyun was stunned when she heard this, yes, why did she forget this stubble?

Yang Xingyun is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, although he was implicated in the big battle a few months ago and suffered a lot of internal injuries.

But he is still an out-and-out foundation building monk, as long as he makes a move at this moment, he will definitely be able to protect the young sect master and leave safely.

However, Caiyun swept around blankly, but he didn't even sense Yang Xingyun's spiritual power fluctuations.

What's going on? Could it be that Yang Xingyun left the young sect master and ran away? Thinking about it, only this answer is the most reasonable, otherwise the young sect master will not be hurt like this.

Caiyun's silver teeth immediately clicked, good you Yang Xingyun, you fled from the battle, causing the young sect master to be seriously injured, and in the future, the sect master will definitely let you refine your soul and bones, and you will not be able to live forever.

Although Zhang Lianhao's cultivation is not as good as Caiyun, after all, he has been the Lord of Black Wind City for decades, and his experience of licking blood from the knife edge for many years tells him that judging from Caiyun's current performance, Yang Xingyun is definitely in a big problem, either he escaped, or he ......

He's dead.

A huge Qingyun sect, unknowingly, has arrived in the exhausted fields, the elite disciples under the sect are all dead and wounded, the whereabouts of the master Yang Xingyun are unknown, and the mansion will collapse.

The expression in Zhang Lianhao's eyes changed, and there was a greedy flame rising in the depths of his eyes.

Caiyun didn't notice Zhang Lianhao's strange appearance at all, and he picked up Yang Qinghua and wanted to escape from this place with the spirit weapon.

On the other side, Ye Ziyu finally remembered who this middle-aged man who looked a little familiar.

Black Wind City advocates Lian Hao, but it is really a narrow road.

When he was in Black Wind City, his strength was insufficient, so he could only let Zhang Lianhao escape, but now that he has met him, he naturally can't let him go.

No

Ye Ziyu wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but once the grudge is formed, then one of the two sides must fall, and the matter will be over.

Repaying virtue with virtue and repaying grievances with straightforwardness is Ye Ziyu's consistent tenet.

For a butcher like Zhang Lianhao, whose hands were stained with the blood of innocents, Ye Ziyu would not hesitate to wave the Fengxing Sword in his hand.

At that moment, he shouted at Zhang Lianhao and said, "Zhang Lianhao, today is your death!"

After speaking, his figure turned into a white light, fused with the Fengxing Sword in his hand, and stabbed straight towards Zhang Lianhao, who was three miles away.

Wang Dingzhou was stunned, Ye Ziyu didn't greet them at all before making a move, Wang Dingzhou's eyes narrowed slightly into a thin line, but he didn't look at Ye Ziyu who rushed straight over, but looked at Yu Yang who was standing side by side with the dragon with a wary expression.

Yu Yang was suffering at this time, and he also wanted to intercept Ye Ziyu, after all, after the five people separated, with Ye Ziyu's current state alone, he might not be able to receive an attack from the dragon.

But he couldn't drive the dragon to attack anymore, not because the dragon was out of control, after killing the group of Qingyun Sect disciples, the spirit of the national fortune dragon seemed to fall silent, and it was back in Yu Yang's control.

The reason why he could no longer attack was because although the power of this national fortune was huge, it had extremely harsh restrictions.

This is the magic weapon left by the ancestors, and the Yu family of the Liang Kingdom has been inherited for nearly 10,000 years, which means that this magic weapon enjoys the worship of the incense of the people as the ancestral weapon of the Yu family.

The power of national fortune condensed from generation to generation is carried by the wheel of the sun god, but how can a small magic weapon withstand the power of national fortune for thousands of years?

Therefore, most of the power of national fortune is still preserved in the ancestral temple, and there are formations left by the first ancestor in it, which can accumulate the power of national fortune as vast as a sea of smoke.

After leaving the ancestral temple, the Wheel of the Sun Divine Wheel can also be urged by secret methods, so that it can condense the national fortune dragon and fight against people.

But after all, it is a source of water, and with the current level of the Divine Wheel, the dragon can only send out at most three attacks equivalent to the Jindan level, and it will exhaust the stored national fortune.

At that time, even the spiritual power of the Divine Wheel itself will not be able to be used, and the magic weapon will temporarily become a piece of mortal iron.

Zhang Lianhao heard Ye Ziyu's interruption in the back, and immediately frightened a spirit, and when he looked back, he saw a white light flying quickly, only a mile away, and it was about to fly in front of him in an instant.

Caiyun's expression changed greatly, and he pushed Zhang Lianhao and said, "You go and lure him away, don't let him get close to the young sect master."

After speaking, she was about to take Yang Qinghua to jump on the spiritual weapon and run away.

Zhang Lianhao was pushed by her, and his heart was angry.

Later, there were chasing soldiers in an instant, and at a critical juncture, this stinky girl actually wanted to push herself out and send her to death.

Zhang Lianhao's eyes flashed fiercely, and his face gradually became hideous, but the colorful clouds that turned his back on him did not notice it at all.

If you want me to die, I'll let you stinky die first!

The spiritual weapon under Caiyun's feet had just shone brightly, and she noticed the strangeness behind her, and when she turned around, she saw a white thorn coming.

At the last moment, Caiyun twisted her shoulder and used her left shoulder to block the fatal stab to the back of her head.

Although Zhang Lianhao did not stab Caiyun's vital point, he was instilled with true qi in the knife, and at this time, the true qi entered Caiyun's body and raged, coupled with the previous injury, Caiyun suddenly lost his combat effectiveness.

Zhang Lianhao held the handle of the knife and kicked Caiyun away with one kick, and Yang Qinghua, who was carrying her back, also rolled down.

Caiyun looked incredulous at first, and fell to the ground to look at Zhang Lianhao, who was rushing behind him.

After a few breaths, she cried out, "You! Are you going to rebel?"

As if he hadn't heard her speak, Zhang Lianhao rushed straight to Yang Qinghua on the ground, the long knife in his hand was cut down, blood splashed everywhere, and Caiyun let out a terrible scream, shouting, "No!"

Ye Ziyu in the rear had already seen the changes that had happened in front of him, and his speed had also slowed down, with Zhang Lianhao's cultivation, coupled with the internal injuries he suffered from being swept by the fire wave, he couldn't escape from Ye Ziyu's palm at all.

As for Yang Qinghua and

Caiyun, as long as Yu Yang is unable to make a move, their fate will not be much better than Zhang Lianhao.

It's just that Yang Qinghua's identity is not as good as Yang Xingyun, as Wang Dingzhou just said, the power of Qingyun Sect is extraordinary, and once a mortal enemy is formed, I am afraid it will be difficult to be good in the future.

Ye Ziyu is now just a small seventh-level qi refiner, and the sect master of the Qingyun Sect is a high-ranking Yuanying cultivator, and one finger is enough to crush a little monk like Ye Ziyu.

Yang Qinghua is the only son of the old guy, if he dies at his own hands, he will not have to go crazy all over the world to hunt down and kill him.

When the time comes, who will be able to save themselves?

A hint of hesitation flashed on Ye Ziyu's face, and he had never made a decision in his heart about how to deal with Yang Qinghua.

Even if he reduced his speed, Ye Ziyu soon came to the place where Zhang Lianhao had just stood, and he glanced at Caiyun, who was seriously injured and couldn't get up, as well as Yang Qinghua, who was unconscious.

Zhang Lianhao also knew that Yang Qinghua's identity was extraordinary, and he didn't want his life with a knife just now, but cut off one of his fingers.

There was a black ring with an inscription on the finger, presumably a Sumeru ring that was a step higher than the storage bag, a storage device with a larger internal space.

Yang Qinghua is the young sect master of the Qingyun Sect, and the "Xuantian Qingyun Lu" that he practiced alone is the secret of the Qingyun Sect, not to mention the magic weapons and spiritual weapons in it, and even the treasures of the elixir, I am afraid that the reserves are much richer than the entire Qingyun Sect.

Ye Ziyu's face changed, but the hand holding the sword never relaxed.

Caiyun seemed to see Ye Ziyu's hesitation, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he begged: "The young sect master is the only son of the sect master, as long as you can let him go, the Qingyun Sect will definitely not embarrass you in the future."

After speaking, as if she was afraid that Ye Ziyu would not believe it, she struggled to raise her palm again, and swore a curse, "I can guarantee it! As long as you don't hurt the young sect master, whatever you want, the Qingyun Sect can meet your conditions."

Ye Ziyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this, and slowly withdrew the Fengxing Sword in his hand.

Caiyun's expression also relaxed, but there was a flash of resentment in the depths of her eyes.

The sword light flashed, and Ye Ziyu did not hesitate to stab Yang Qinghua's eyebrows with a sword.

The clouds seemed to be petrified, and then a terrible scream like a demon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Ahh