Duan Weishan ordered the captain of the guard to go to other places to solve the riot, and he personally led the remaining guards to march towards Feng Mansion in the south of the city with Ye Ling.

Along the way, Ye Ling killed more than ten people in the Feng Mansion who came to send them to death.

The number of sharp arrows flying from the shadows is too numerous to count.

Ye Ling was beside Duan Weishan, and when he saw this young emperor who didn't know anything about martial arts, there was no fear in his eyes in the face of open guns and hidden arrows.

As a generation of war kings, Ye Ling rarely really admired anyone, and today's Duan Weishan is the first in his mortal journey.

"The Hongyuan Empire has an emperor like this, and the human king sword has a good home. ”

It's funny, Ye Ling and Duan Weishan regard each other as juniors, and they are happy for each other, and they both feel that each other is a rare talent.

In the streets and alleys near Feng's mansion, Ye Ling could no longer ride a horse, and the evil slaves of the Feng family, armed with all kinds of weapons, formed layers of enclosures with their bodies, blocking Ye Ling and the attacking officers and soldiers.

Carefully calculated, from Xiaoling Peak to here, the living and the dead are added together, and there are at least three or four hundred evil slaves in the Feng Mansion!

In the small city of Yuyang, this is a very staggering number.

Combined with the uneven force of these evil slaves, Ye Ling analyzed that there is only one possibility: this group of people are not all servants of the Feng Mansion, at least more than half of them are actually the warriors of the rivers and lakes fed by the Feng Mansion, or they are simply bandits and bandits, who are not in the mansion on weekdays, and if there is something, they will collect money to work for the Feng Mansion.

Kill all the way, kill all the way.

A dragon elephant knife, at this time, is a sickle for mowing grass and a guillotine for cutting heads.

In Ye Ling's eyes, this group of evil bandits has long been like grass mustard.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Fighting in front of the Feng Mansion with a single sword, twisting up the sky-high bloody wind, blood and rain mixed together, falling in a stream, Ye Ling descended like a killing god, and even friendly troops did not dare to step forward, fearful.

Only Duan Weishan, who was slowly stationed in the rear, with his eyes as plain as water, quietly watching the battle situation.

In front of the Feng Mansion, a group of evil slaves were scattered by Ye Ling, leaving only five men of different heights, with blue skin all over their bodies, sitting cross-legged in a pool of blood, their eyes slightly widened, and their mouths were full of words.

"The people of the Summoning Spirit Clan of the Iron Banner Mountain in the Western Regions actually came all the way here to die. ”

The Spirit Summoning Clan in the Iron Banner Mountain, compared to the Hongyuan Empire, has a very small population, and because of its close proximity to the border of the Spirit Clan, in addition to the usual trade, they have also learned the Spirit Clan's Spirit Summoning Spell.

"Count you kid who knows the goods!" The sturdy man sitting in the center suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice to Ye Ling: "This is the formation of the bear spirit, now that the formation has been completed, the giant bear spirit is possessed, and my heavy punch can be worth five thousand catties!

When Ye Ling heard this, he did not retreat but advanced, put the dragon elephant knife into the sheath, clenched his fists and said, "Do you practice martial arts in the vegetable market?

A small sarcasm angered the strong man of the Summoning Spirit Clan, who was already rude, and he opened his arms, gave a bear hug, and rushed towards Ye Ling.

Every time the strong man took a step forward, there was an extra crack on the ground, which showed how heavy his body was!

"Hmph. Ye Ling roared, his inner breath exploded in his body, and the Ice and Fire Divine Pill in the dantian spun rapidly!

The fist raised high trembled slightly at this time, and his body was like a full hard bow, and the heavy arrows on the string were ready to fire.

"Let you see the true power, Mountain Destroying Fist!"

The strong man of the Summoning Spirit Clan pounced, and his arms were pushed out violently, like a double dragon exploring the sea.

And Ye Ling, with one punch to two fists, made a mountain-shaking blow!

Different from the competition with Feng Wanli that day, this time, Ye Ling competed with his opponent with complete muscle strength.

In the next second, I only heard a chilling crisp sound, and the strong man of the Spirit Summoning Clan, his arms exploded like firecrackers, and his body fell down violently, and as soon as he wanted to say something in his mouth, his throat was blocked by a large stream of blood, and a pair of bull's eyes were open to death.

Poof——!

As soon as the formation eye died, the other four people who maintained the formation suddenly burst their hearts and died.

"There are those who stand in my way, just like these five!"

Ye Ling's face was like a Yama, and blood dripped down his jaw.

The evil slaves' loyalty to the Feng family could not withstand the fear brought to them by Ye Ling after all, and this group of thieves dropped their weapons one after another, crouched with their heads in their hands, and were captured.

"Thank you, Brother Ye Xian, for opening the way. ”

Duan Weishan slowly walked to Ye Ling's side at this time, "Feng Wanli privately raised villains, disobeyed and deceived the king, committed the following crimes, failed to govern the city, and all kinds of behaviors are already unforgivable, let my guards go and let him subjugate the law." ”

"No, Brother Duan, there is no need anymore" Ye Ling looked at the clouds in the sky and said leisurely, "Heavenly punishment is coming." ”

After hesitating for half a second, Duan Weishan nodded solemnly and said, "I don't know what Brother Ye Xian is talking about......"

Ye Ling didn't answer him, just pushed his hand at him slightly and said, "You step back." ”

After speaking, Duan Weishan retreated, and Ye Ling stepped forward and pushed open the gate of Feng Mansion.

A crack opened in the door, and a drop of blood splashed on Ye Ling's eyebrows.

He frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

The wind in this courtyard is far stronger than the bloody smell outside!

"No! Could it be that the people in the house have been wiped out?"

Ye Ling didn't dare to hesitate at all, and opened the door with his palm.

Suddenly, a bloody slave rushed to the door, and a pair of bloody eyes were almost attached to Ye Ling's face.

"Help...... Help ......"

Ye Ling kicked the door open violently, and the evil slave had already lost his breath and lay down in front of the threshold, covered in wounds and skinless, as if he had just been tortured by Ling Chi!

The most direct way to use this kind of fine scar is to use the Phantom Light Sword.

For a while, Ye Ling only felt that Feng Wanli was really vicious, and he even wanted to kill his own people!

But after walking a few steps, Ye Ling saw a familiar figure.

"Feng Yushu!"

At this time, his blue green robe was already dyed red, and under the torrential rain, his hair was scattered, covering his eyebrows, like a terrible ghost asking for his life.

Ye Ling shouted loudly, but Feng Yushu stood with his sword in his hand, and there was no reaction at all.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark brown brocade robe lay on his back, blood gushing from his heart.

He is none other than Ye Ling's father-killing enemy who has wanted to kill his father day and night for thousands of years: Feng Wanli.

At the moment when Ye Ling just shouted, Feng Yushu stabbed Feng Wanli's heart with a sword.

Ye Ling never thought that Feng Yushu would actually make a righteous move to kill his relatives.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and the dark clouds were dark and oppressive, and at this time, they suddenly turned dark red.

This is the sign before the thunderous wrath of the heavens.

Dark red lightning flickered in the clouds, but it didn't fall for a long time.

Dead people can't accept heavenly thunder, Ye Ling never imagined that Feng Wanli would eventually die at the hands of his own son.

He had to accept this reality.

Feng Yushu raised his head slightly, his hair covering half of his eyes, and the other eye stared at Ye Ling.

Vaguely, Ye Ling seemed to see the corners of Feng Yushu's mouth twitch slightly, and he actually showed a weird smile!

Ye Ling was about to step forward, but saw Feng Wanli, who was lying on the ground, suddenly straighten his back and stretched out his hand to scratch Feng Yushu.

The expensive pills that Feng Wanli took yesterday "saved" him, and at this time his heart was pierced, but he still hung half his life.

Ye Ling stopped for a moment and suddenly realized something......

Boom ——!

The evil head is not dead, and the thunder has arrived.

The dark clouds, which were about to disperse, suddenly condensed into a dark red vortex, and the entire sky was depressed, as if it was about to swallow the earth immediately.

In the blink of an eye, a pillar of thunder fell from the nine heavens, making a loud noise, bombarding the middle of the square of the Feng Mansion.

Ye Ling's father-killing enemy was finally dead, in front of the Son of Heaven, in front of the people of Yuyang City, in his own conspiracy trap, and under Ye Ling's forbearance and calculation.

"Dad, after today, there will be no Feng family in this Yuyang City. ”