Loneliness and loneliness dragged He Yu's mind into a whirlpool.

He Yu was also a genius in the past, so he didn't understand that the focus of Ye Qinghuan's sword was not in the wind and frost, but this sad and lonely sword intent.

Just as He Yu shook his head, the sword was already in front of him.

He Yu lost the best time to dodge, and dodging is not He Yu's style.

The dagger flashed a shimmer of light from the tip of the blade. Everyone in Qinggu knew that He Yu's knife was fast and fierce, and if it was faster, there were few people in the same realm who could compare it.

The wind and frost squint, the ice and snow are biting, then I will start this scene of wind and frost.

He Yu closed his eyes and no longer cared about the wind and frost in front of him, if he couldn't see his opponent, then he didn't have to care. He raised his hand and drew his knife, his legs standing in place, and between the flips of his wrists, he slashed out countless knife lights.

The light of the knife was dense, woven into a net, and every piece of wind and frost shattered on the blade.

No one saw what was happening in the wind, frost and sword light, only the crisp sound of the big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate kept coming.

"What a quick knife." Lin Wenmao praised. He knew He Yu as a person, and he had invited He Yu to join the Lin family.

Many people have the same mind as Lin Wenmao. After all, the exploding sword light was more dazzling and more powerful than that touch of wind and frost.

In the middle of three breaths, the wind and frost dissipated, and He Yu still stood in place, holding a knife. And the moment the wind and frost dissipated and He Yu opened his eyes, he felt a killing force enveloping his whole body.

Ye Qinghuan's long sword broke through the air, the frost was not over yet, and the killing machine was even worse than that touch of wind and frost.

He Yu's true qi was running, and he just wanted to retreat and dodge, but found that his body was not under his control, and he could only stay in place.

Move, move me!

Everyone was puzzled, looking at He Yu stunned in place, this sword was straight to He Yu's heart. Everyone is thinking, how did He Yu become a wooden man now, just sit back and wait to die?

Self-defeating, or is there some other reason?

Yan Yi looked at this scene, smiled, and said, "He was trapped in Ye Qinghuan's sword intent. That touch of sword intent"

Everyone was shocked by Yan Yi's words, and when they looked at Ye Qinghuan's figure again, they were already full of admiration. Of course, it is more envy, jealousy and hatred.

Sword intent, only those who have truly stepped into the way of the sword can display the sword intent. And Ye Qinghuan has already stepped into the real way of the sword. The important thing is that he is only at such an age, from emerging three years ago and reopening the Qingyun test list, to three years later, he became a blockbuster again, and a touch of sword intent trapped He Yu.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he comprehended the sword intent. It is unknown whether Li Haomiao could do this step back then. But now Ye Qinghuan has done it.

Such a character is placed in any sect, and any force is fragrant, and they are all demons who are expected to become the ten-rank kendo grandmasters in the future.

"Is this really sword intent?" Lin Wenmao asked. "At the beginning, I was fortunate enough to see the sword intent of the master of the Broken Knife Gate, and the momentum of the vertical and horizontal slamming made everyone bow down. But why don't I feel anything now? ”

Hearing Lin Wenmao say this, everyone present looked at Yan Yi again, why is this woman in Tsing Yi so sure that there is sword intent in Ye Qinghuan's sword.

Yan Yi was not stingy, and explained: "The current Ye Qinghuan naturally can't be compared with the master of the Broken Sword Sect, he has just entered the way of the sword, and his sword intent is weak, just a rudimentary form, so you can't feel it, his opponent can definitely feel it." ”

Hearing this, Lin Wenmao seemed to suddenly realize, and saluted Yan Yi and said: "What the girl said is like an empowerment, thank you girl." ”

Everyone can see that Lin Wenmao is interested in the girl in Tsing Yi, and Yan Yi is not stupid, but she is not interested in Lin Wenmao.

Yan Yi said lightly: "If you really thank me, please stay away from me." ”

Lin Wenmao was dumbfounded, and immediately showed a smile, this girl is so strange.

Yan Yi was looking, her eyes wandering in the crowd, looking for Yu Zhi's figure. "It's strange, Ye Qinghuan has appeared, where did Yu know where this guy ran to?"

In the dark night not far away, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of a black shadow, and he muttered, "Sword intent, it turned out to be really sword intent." There is no vanity under the fame, and it seems that His Majesty has reopened the Qingyun test list, which is not unreasonable. ”

Listening to the voice, this person is already quite old.

He Yu saw Ye Qinghuan's sword attack coming, and he used his true qi even more frantically, wanting to break through this inexplicable confinement.

Layers of sweat poured out from He Yu's body, and just as Ye Qinghuan's sword pierced into He Yu's chest by an inch, a momentum suddenly exploded. The powerful force shook Ye Qinghuan's sword open.

After all, He Yu is a powerhouse at the peak of the six armor-piercing grades, and the short knife in his hand has been practiced to the extreme of this realm.

"Broken!" He Yu roared angrily, and at the last moment, He Yu raised his hand and waved the knife, and while the blade was raised, the figure quickly retreated.

The frost is extinguished, and it turns out that after the wind and frost are gone, it is the real killing machine.

Ye Qinghuan was shocked back a few steps, and He Yu retreated again and again, and had already retreated to the gate of the Shaowu Marquis Mansion, and after dozens of steps, He Yu fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood. Just now, he forcibly urged the martial arts true qi to break through the confinement, causing the meridians in his body to be damaged, and he no longer had the strength to fight.

Looking at it this way, Ye Qinghuan has already won this battle.

No one expected this battle to end like this. Many people praised Ye Qinghuan's strength at the top of the Qingyun trial list.

Ye Qinghuan, who was shocked back, just spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and before the qi and blood in his body calmed down, he stepped forward again. All he could see was the columbarium hanging in the air.

"Mother, the child is here to pick you up!"

A wisp of sword qi swung out, cutting off the thin thread.

Immediately, Ye Qinghuan had already hugged Ye Qiurong's ashes.

At this moment, a scathing voice came from the Shaowu Marquis's mansion. "Elder Cangshui, you still don't make a move!"

Wang Wenxiu walked from the backyard to the lobby, and happened to see the scene where Ye Qinghuan repelled He Yu at the gate of the Shaowu Marquis Mansion. When she saw Ye Qinghuan now, she thought of her son who died in the Qinglou, and she was even more sad and angry.

Cangshui in the lobby had already seen Ye Qinghuan, he thought that He Yu would be able to solve Ye Qinghuan, but he didn't expect that even He Yu would bow down.

Qi Zhengchu and the others also looked at the scene just now, thinking in their hearts whether they would look better if He Yu could be defeated.

Ye Qinghuan's sword has surpassed too many people in the same realm.

Rumble!

A stream of water shot out from the lobby, approaching Ye Qinghuan. It's as fast as a meteor falling from the sky.

As the third elder of Cangshan, Cangshui has already stepped into the eighth grade of the opening tablet, which is two realms higher than Ye Qinghuan, and it can be said that it is two great realms that cannot be surpassed.

But in front of Ye Qinghuan was Ye Qiurong's ashes.

The water flowing with endless power would definitely smash Ye Qiurong's ash altar before it hit Ye Qinghuan.

At the last moment, Ye Qinghuan's expression was fierce, and the martial arts true qi surrounded his body, forming a barrier, and he turned around suddenly, holding the ash altar in his arms tightly with both hands.

There was no suspense in the flow of water, and Ye Qinghuan's martial arts true qi that was scattered directly hit Ye Qinghuan's back.

Burst!

Ye Qinghuan's figure flew out of the air, the true qi in his body was scattered and scattered, and the blood fell to the ground. Seeing that Ye Qinghuan was about to fly upside down to the ground, he turned around sharply again, letting his back hit the ground to protect the ashes altar in his arms.

"Kill, you guys go kill him for me!" Wang Wenxiu shouted, "Kill that little evil seed." ”

The guards obeyed the order, holding a sword in their hands, and surrounded Ye Qinghuan who fell to the ground. At this moment, Ye Qinghuan still has the chic appearance he had before.

In less than a cup of tea, Ye Qinghuan was seriously injured, more seriously injured than He Yu.

Seeing that Ye Qinghuan had no power to resist, Wang Wenxiu put her heart in her stomach, and her expression became more and more arrogant and fierce.

Why, why is my son dead, and this slut is still alive and well.

This little sinister was even able to hurt He Yu.

You must not leave him alive, kill him, and let the sluts and sinners die together.

Everyone present looked at this scene and sighed slightly in their hearts. Compared with the actions of the Marquis of Shaowu's Mansion to bully people and dig graves, they may be more willing to see Ye Qinghuan's counterattack successful.

Justice, fairness, and freedom in the hearts of the people.

There are many people who compare their hearts to their hearts, and no one wants such a tragedy to happen to them. Today's Ye Qinghuan may be tomorrow's self.

It's just that they don't have the strength and the courage to stand up for Ye Qinghuan.

In this world, self-preservation is the simplest and most humble way to live.

"What about Yu Zhi, his brother is going to die, why hasn't he shown up yet?" Yan Yi looked at Ye Qinghuan, who was surrounded by a lot, and just watched.

At this moment, Ye Qinghuan has no possibility of escaping, he is in a desperate situation, and there is only one way left to choose from being killed.

He barely supported his body, and his hands never left the altar. He was like a wounded wolf who could only lick his own wounds.

Before coming, Ye Qinghuan had already expected this kind of outcome, and this possibility accounted for as much as ninety percent of the results.

But Ye Qinghuan has no regrets, if he doesn't even care about Ye Qiurong, what face will he have to survive in the world.

"The seed of evil is the seed of evil, you escaped ten years ago, and you won't be able to escape the palm of my hand ten years later." Wang Wenxiu walked towards Ye Qinghuan step by step, and took the sword in the guard's hand.

She was going to kill Ye Qinghuan with her own hands.

Cangshui and his party were still sitting in the lobby quietly watching this scene, Ye Qinghuan had been captured. Their task has been accomplished.

Wang Wenxiu walked step by step, immersed in the pleasure of about to kill Ye Qinghuan, and suddenly a guard stood in front of Wang Wenxiu, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Get the hell out of here! Get out of my way! Wang Wenxiu said angrily. Why is this guard so uninteresting?

I saw that the guard raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of clear eyes, and a handsome face, and then a long sword was placed at Wang Wenxiu's throat.

Wang Wenxiu was stunned, and then she remembered that the guard in front of her was a little unfamiliar. "Presumptuous, who are you and what do you want to do?"

The guard smiled slightly and introduced himself: "My name is Yu Zhi, I am Ye Qinghuan's good brother and Ye Qiurong's good nephew. ”