After Wang Dingzhou heard Caiyun's scream, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, oh no, this kid killed Yang Qinghua.

Immediately he rushed over and shouted, "Boy! Stop, you can't kill!"

Yu Yang had already retreated at this time, as long as he returned to the imperial city with the ancestral weapon, he would be able to protect himself with the large array.

As for Yang Qinghua's life and death, it's not that he doesn't want to save it, but he is really powerless, Yang Qinghua's death is destined to set off a stormy wave in Liang Kingdom.

Where will the Yu family go in the next changes, the monstrous anger of a Yuanying monk, how many people in this world can bear it?

The tip of the Fengxing Sword had already touched Yang Qinghua's eyebrows, but Ye Ziyu's expression was unprecedentedly solemn at this time.

It wasn't that he heard Wang Dingzhou's shout and stopped, but the long sword in his hand couldn't advance even a bit, and Yang Qinghua's eyebrows seemed to be dormant with some terrifying existence.

Ye Ziyu realized that the situation had changed, and wanted to withdraw his sword, but just as he was about to exert his strength, he was surprised to find that his body could not move at this time.

Wang Dingzhou hurried to the pit where the three of them were, and saw that Ye Ziyu's sword stopped in mid-air, and had not yet stabbed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person did not die, there was still room for everything to turn around.

However, he also quickly noticed Ye Ziyu's strange appearance at this time, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, what are you still doing in a daze? Tie him up and wait for someone from the academy to take him to Dahan, and then there will be nothing for us to do."

Ye Ziyu's body couldn't move, so he had to glance at him, wanting to tell him that the current situation had changed.

Wang Dingzhou was also shrewd, but since the big battle, he was about to take Yang Qinghua, and his tense mind relaxed like a deflated ball, and he didn't sense the approach of danger for a while.

He touched his shiny head and asked, "Why do you keep squeezing your eyes? Is it in the sand? The old man is not the little lady in white, but he will not come to blow the sand for you."

Ye Ziyu immediately rolled his eyes at his words, why was this old guy's reaction so slow?

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in his face.

Ye Ziyu was shocked, but saw that it was Wang Dingzhou, who was still standing dozens of steps away, suddenly swept up, grabbed his right hand holding the sword, and then dragged Ye Ziyu away from Yang Qinghua on the ground without looking back.

Ye Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this old guy was pretending to be confused, and he had already seen the strangeness of Yang Qinghua.

But the figures of the two of them had just swept out about ten zhang, Wang Dingzhou's body shook suddenly, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he looked back with difficulty.

Ye Ziyu only saw a white shirt from his pupils.

The two of them fell to the ground as soon as they stocks, the light and shadow dispersed, and a young man in white appeared in front of them at some point.

A pair of red phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, a dignified appearance, and a tall figure, with a jade tree in the wind, can be called a real beautiful man.

The young man smiled slightly at the two of them on the ground, he stretched out his hand, and the Fengxing Sword that was stagnant in the air behind him flew upside down and landed right in his palm.

With the long sword in his hand, the ground on which the young man was standing suddenly sank, and a look of surprise finally flashed in his eyes that were as calm as water.

Gently brushing the inscription on the body of the sword with his hand, especially on the strange half-cut sword for a long time, the young man's eyes were deep, as if he had thought of some distant legend.

Ye Ziyu frantically gathered the righteous qi in his body in the small sword in the center of his eyebrows, and the man in white in front of him was definitely a world-strong man.

Although he is dressed in white, he is indescribably elegant.

But with his instinctive intuition, Ye Ziyu could vaguely feel the faint fluctuations emanating from his body inadvertently, which was a more ferocious aura than the beasts of the wilderness.

Ye Ziyu threw an inquiring look at Wang Dingzhou, but Wang Dingzhou shook his head blankly.

He had never seen this terrifying young man in white in Liang Country at all, and Liang Country should not have such a strong person with such cultivation.

after

Caiyun, who was frightened by Ye Ziyu's sword, woke up at this time, and after coming back to her senses, her first reaction was to inspect the situation of her young sect master.

Seeing Yang Qinghua lying on the ground unharmed, Caiyun's heart relaxed.

She walked quickly to Yang Qinghua, and at that moment, it was like the sky had fallen to Caiyun, and she still felt scared when she thought about it.

Caiyun suddenly remembered that Ye Ziyu was nearby, and immediately looked around, but happened to see the white-clothed young man playing with the long sword in front of him.

Caiyun's face stiffened, her body seemed to be petrified, her mouth opened into an O-shape, and after staying for a long time, she still rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

After making sure that he was not mistaken, Caiyun knelt down with a puff and bowed, "Slave and maid to meet the sect master."

Her voice was very faint because of her injuries, but when it fell on the ears of everyone on this battlefield, it seemed to explode like a thunderclap.

Yu Yang, who was standing on top of the giant dragon's head, stumbled under his feet and almost fell off the dragon's head.

The master of the Qingyun Sect, Yuanying Monk Yang Mingxuan?

Ye Ziyu's expression has not changed much, since then, when the person just used his magical powers to save Yang Qinghua, he had already guessed the identity of this person.

At first, he only thought that he was the protector behind Yang Qinghua, after all, a high-ranking disciple like Yang Qinghua went out to travel and run errands, how could he not bring a few senior monks with him?

It's just that after Caiyun revealed Yang Mingxuan's identity, Ye Ziyu couldn't help but be a little surprised, the master of a dignified sect actually came to this small country in person, it seems that he still underestimated Yang Qinghua's weight in the hearts of this sect master.

Wang Dingzhou's face turned ugly all of a sudden, and the worst happened.

After Yang Mingxuan was called out of his identity, his face did not change in the slightest, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't make any moves, but Caiyun behind him had an extremely painful look on his face.

Her pretty face was gradually distorted and hideous, and her mouth was very large, but there was not the slightest sound in her throat.

Caiyun's neck began to twist back, and it all seemed very strange.

But everyone knows that this is Yang Mingxuan punishing this maid who is called breaking his identity.

The Yuan Ying Cultivator's methods were really unpredictable, obviously he didn't move a finger, but he was able to invisibly take the life of a ninth-level qi refiner.

Seeing that Caiyun was about to break his neck, Yang Qinghua on the ground seemed to be having a nightmare, muttering Caiyun's name in his mouth, but he didn't wake up.

Yang Mingxuan's eyes flashed with tenderness, Caiyu's neck also stopped writhing weirdly, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground, buried her head deep in the ground, and no longer dared to look up at the gentle young man.