The clouds in the sky are rolling up, and the scarlet picture scroll is gradually fading.

The defensive golden shield built by Wen Yan with Xuan Li was almost buried by the red starlight, and only a faint golden light could be seen flickering under the impact.

Yue Xinghong slowly withdrew his sword splitting momentum, looked at the picture scroll in the sky, it was slowly dissipating, the dark clouds resurfaced in front of him, and the silver snake was even more violent in the dark clouds than before.

Bang~

Wen Yan's defensive golden cover built with Xuan Li was shattered under the impact of the red starlight, and the whole person flew out like a meteor, and it was only after hitting two walls in a row that it could stop, Wen Yan was embarrassed at this time, and the elbow bone of his left hand was knocked out of the flesh, with gushing blood, staining the entire ground red.

At this time, Wen Yan held a long knife in his right hand to support himself from falling, standing tremblingly, spitting three mouthfuls of blood in his mouth, his face was very pale, and his eyes showed a trace of fear, fear of Yue Xinghong.

Yue Xinghong walked through the torrential rain and walked straight to Wen Yan, who was seriously injured, the image of the coat and hat was like a ghost, and Wen Yan, who was still arrogant and arrogant, did not dare to look at Yue Xinghong at this time, for fear that he would be like an assassin on the street in the next second, his soul would be scattered, and he would not even be able to find the corpse.

"Killed. I, you too.. Can't live this.. Hehehe... cough cough" Wen Yan slowly threatened while coughing up blood, even if he lost, he couldn't kneel and beg for mercy.

"Where is the arrogance just now?" Yue Xinghong leaned forward, grinned, and looked at Wen Yandao with red eyes.

Wen Yan glanced at Yue Xinghong, who leaned forward, and tightened the big knife in his hand, ready to take advantage of his unpreparedness to make a sneak attack, Yue Xinghong saw his thoughts at a glance, ding~, the big knife was hit by Xinghong's blade out of Wen Yan's right hand and fell not far away.

Without the support of the big knife, Wen Yan's whole person could only rely on his only remaining right hand to support the ground, as if kneeling in front of Yue Xinghong, humble as an ant, and the gasp in his mouth became heavy.

"You... Today... I can't live..."Before Wen Yan's words fell, the corpse had been separated by the Xinghong Blade, because the Xinghong Blade was too sharp, the blood hesitated for a moment before bursting out, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Yue Xinghong wiped Xinghong's blade, the blood-stained blade became clean again, bright and sharper, and turned his head to look to the north again, it was a huge courtyard, at the end of the street, at this time, the gate was closed, and there were thousands of assassins hidden on the trees on both sides of the gate, and the number in the courtyard was no less than outside.

The storm was still raging, the bloody air filled the entire Fengtian City, and an even more shocking battle was about to reach its climax, Yue Xinghong held a sword in one hand, carrying a violent storm, and rushed to the courtyard in the north, the headquarters of the Holy Church.

The sound of fighting came and went, endlessly, blood splashed all over the courtyard wall, Xinghong's sword light fell, and the blood light followed, and countless casualties were killed and injured outside the entire courtyard, Yue Xinghong was harvesting the lives of the Templar assassins like a ghost, but the number of people in the Templar was always large, and the back side suffered several sneak attacks, and it was inevitable that he would suffer some internal injuries.

Yue Xinghong's whole person has fallen into this bloody massacre and can't extricate himself, every sword swing, every blood light is so free, the dark clouds in the air are dyed red again, and there is a sea of corpses and blood outside the courtyard.

"Yue Xinghong, dare to kill a thousand members of my Holy Temple, do you know what you are fighting against?" a hoarse voice filled the courtyard, echoing in the storm.

As soon as the words fell, a man about eight feet tall appeared behind Yue Xinghong, wearing a dark gray shirt, a golden hairband binding a long golden hair, and a pair of eyes as bright as diamonds, sometimes shining with the look of looking at all things, looking at Yue Xinghong whose clothes were stained with blood like dead things.

The person who came was Ye Duhan, one of the elders of the Templar Church, the youngest and youngest elder in the Church of Elders, although he was the youngest in the Church of Elders, he was the top three masters in the Council of Elders, and his cultivation was even more capable of shaking the three moves of the Spirit String Pope, and he was the only assassin in the Templar who had fought with the Spirit String.

Ye Duhan climbed all the way through the Sanctuary with his personal strength, and never missed the assassination mission, except for the time when the Spirit String Pope was not only defeated by the Spirit String Pope, but also almost died under the hands of the Spirit String, who was the object of admiration of most female assassins in the Holy Church, which may have something to do with his handsome appearance.

Ye Duhan was holding a gold paper fan at this time, and the fan was printed with a picture of an eagle looking at the rivers and mountains in the world, and the eagle was lifelike, as if it was about to fly out of the picture and travel the world.

"Yue Xinghong, for the sake of the old acquaintance, you are now abolishing the meridians and cutting off your right arm, I can let you out of the city. Ye Duhan retracted the paper fan and said with a smile, slapping the palm of his left hand with the fan in his right hand.

"Ye Duhan, on a rainy day, do you want to pretend to be a literati to talk to me?" Yue Xinghong sneered.

Ye Duhan's smile gradually disappeared, a murderous intent appeared on his face, his eyes gradually filled with anger, and the fan stopped slapping the palm of his left hand, and when Yue Xinghong thought he was about to make a move, a smile appeared on Ye Duhan's face again, a chilling smile.

"Huh.. I haven't seen you for a few years, but I'm good at kung fu, I don't know how many times you can swing this star blade. With a sneer, Ye Duhan glanced at Yue Xinghong's right hand.

Yue Xinghong's right hand was trembling slightly at this time, although the amplitude was very small, it was still noticed by Ye Duhan, in the battle of Fang Cai, Yue Xinghong faced hundreds of assassins at the same time, and it was inevitable to suffer some sneak attacks, coupled with the cold rain, the internal injuries were difficult to suppress, and the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly uncontrollably after resisting a hundred attacks.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will give you a ride. ”

Ye Duhan's face changed abruptly, and as soon as the words fell, the whole person kicked over, unlike the eight-star assassin who was just now, Ye Duhan's "Templar Codex" had been practiced to perfection, and he was in a state of supernatural transformation, and if he couldn't avoid a sharp kick infused with Xuan power, he would also suffer heavy internal injuries if he blocked it.

Yue Xinghong had no choice at this time, he could only cross the sword in front of him, although he blocked this fierce kick, the whole person took five steps back uncontrollably, and looked at Ye Duhan with a frown, stronger than a few years ago.

"Eat the "Literati on the Tao" I just learned" Ye Duhan shouted in his mouth, using the "pretending to be a literati" as Yue Xinghong said, the fan in his hand was like a long sword at this time, and he scolded towards Yue Xinghong.

Yue Xinghong's body leaned slightly to the left, avoiding the so-called "literati theory", but in fact, he was just using the fan as a dart.

Bang~

Yue Xinghong flew out upside down, Xinghong blade almost broke away from his right hand, the whole person was lying on the cold ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and Yue Xinghong, who had just dodged the fan, was attacked by Ye Duhan, and was hit by Ye Duhan's damage move, although the key was avoided, but his body was still kicked out.

"Hahahaha... I, a literati, don't know if I can give Brother Yue a lecture. Ye Duhan laughed wildly, but he didn't stop, and his hands conjured two short swords at the same time, heading towards Yue Xinghong.

Yue Xinghong hurriedly stood up from the ground, and circles of blood-colored red light instantly stacked around his body, only to see him close his eyes tightly, holding a sword in both hands, and chanting words in his mouth.

Ye Duhan jumped and fell into a three-story building, looking at the circle of blood-colored red light, his eyes were a little more nervous.

As a long-famous sword master, he naturally hides a peerless skill that is both feared and envied, and at this time, Yue Xinghong is performing this mastery, the strongest killer move of "Galaxy into a Dream", also called Galaxy into a dream.

The eyes opened, and the red eyes had turned into a bright starry sky at this time, flashing with dazzling light, and Yue Xinghong, who had just suffered internal injuries and his right hand trembling uncontrollably, became a little taller at this time, and the Xinghong blade was even more buzzing and jumping.

Looking at Ye Duhan at the high-rise building, Yue Xinghong struck out with a sword, like a meteor, as fast as lightning, smashing towards Ye Duhan's location, but Ye Duhan disappeared in an instant with the last breath, and with a loud bang, the three-story high-rise building collapsed.

Yue Xinghong knew that he had missed a blow, and then he swept away Xinghong's blade, and a majestic and terrifying sword qi rushed towards the ruins formed by the collapse of the three-story building, and the terrifying sword qi cut through the ruins of the entire hill, even if Ye Duhan had three heads and six arms, if he was hit by this terrifying sword qi, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

The dust was billowing, Ye Duhan was no longer in the ruins at this time, and was hiding in another low building at this time, as if he was thinking about a plan on how to kill Yue Xinghong in the state of falling asleep in the galaxy.

The galaxy dreams of Yue Xinghong's peerless learning, and every time it is performed, it takes a lot of mystical power and even vitality, but the help will be multiplied.

"Hahaha.. Ye Duhan, your mouth is not good, but you can hide well, but I don't know if your brothers in the courtyard have your kung fu. After a burst of laughter, Yue Xinghong flew into the courtyard.

The sound of ghosts crying wolves sounded in the courtyard, and the assassins hidden in the courtyard fled as if they saw ghosts, but more than a dozen assassins still fell under Yue Xinghong's sword.

"Everyone, work together to kill him!!" Ye Duhan appeared in the air and shouted.

When the assassins hidden in the shadows heard this, they screamed hysterically and rushed towards Yue Xinghong like a tide, and the entire Fengtian City was like a battlefield, and the roar was amazing.

"Huh!"

With Yue Xinghong's roar, a huge pillar of heaven swept out the remnant of Xinghong's blade, striking the assassin who was not afraid of death, and immediately flesh and blood flew sideways, and blood rained in the sky.

Killing hundreds of assassins who could not reach such heights in a single blow for ordinary people in their lifetimes, the name of the Yue Sword Saint who had destroyed the Holy Spirit Mountain with one skill resurfaced at this Templar Headquarters.

But the Templar Assassin did not retreat at all, and continued to rush towards Yue Xinghong in this rain of blood as if he were dead, and surrounded him with a sword and a sword, and when Yue Xinghong finished his last move, his physical strength was already insufficient, and the whole person was constantly forced to retreat in the sword.

And Ye Duhan, who was watching the battle in the air, took the opportunity to stab down with a sword, only to see a golden light descending vertically from the sky, and it had reached the top of Yue Xinghong's head in an instant, and Yue Xinghong took two steps back.

Although Ye Duhan missed the blow, he raised his hand and cut it horizontally, Yue Xinghong, who was physically exhausted, could not avoid it, his left arm was cut by a sword, and with a scream and blood light thrown, Yue Xinghong's left arm was cut off his body and fell to the ground.