In the eyes of the ordinary people, it is all a mysterious work, even in the eyes of most monks, it is just a dream to dare to think about it. But at a certain level, the behavior admired by these thousands of people is not so unattainable.

With the ability of Ye Xiaodie and Yu Wenqian, it may cost to kill thousands of troops and horses head-on with their own strength, but it is by no means difficult to resist the wind and use thunderous means to make trouble.

Yu Wenqian was reluctant because he liked to see his opponent panicked, tortured by time to the point of exhaustion and heartbreak, and almost collapsed. But why didn't Ye Xiaodie have a divine soldier descending from the sky? From the moment he received the news from the messenger, Yu Wenqian was already ready to welcome Ye Xiaodie, a rising star, but as time went by, Yu Wenqian, who was full of confidence, couldn't help but wonder why Ye Xiaodi hadn't come yet?

Now that Ye Xiaodi is here, he is standing in front of Liang Jun, like a tide of soldiers, he should be able to drown those few young people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, but Ye Xiaodie is here, the two sides are like a chasm, and they will eventually meet, but there are many variables.

"Are you really so eager to die?"

Yu Wenqian looked at Ye Xiaodi and the five people, and his gaze was definitely not the regret of his predecessors for not knowing whether he knew how to live or die on his back, but the abuse of cats and mice.

"We're on a journey!"

Without waiting for Ye Xiaodi to speak, he laughed wildly, he was very handy with this kind of pre-war call.

Compared with Xiao Zhang, Luo Xiaojia is obviously a practical person, Xiao Zhang's voice fell, Luo Xiaojia jumped on his horse and rushed over, followed by Dou Ding and Leng Qing.

Yuwen Zhengtianzi's sword was unsheathed, pointing at Luo Xiaojia and the others from afar, and then the thousands of troops and horses behind him rushed towards the slightly thin young people like a flood.

"Alas!"

Ye Xiaodi sighed softly.

In front of Li Junyan in front of the palace, he was indeed impulsive, and since he hit Tai'an City, Ye Xiaodi was thinking about whether he really wanted to kill because of his momentary tongue. After thinking about it for a few days, Ye Xiaodie didn't feel that he was wrong, just like Van Khotan said to himself, the prosperous world needs to be built from white bones, and if he wants immortals to win the peaceful and prosperous world, it is a fool's dream, which is worse than talking on paper.

So, Ye Xiaodi found a reason for himself, although he couldn't convince himself by throwing it, it didn't matter anymore.

With a sigh, the Liang soldiers flipped on their backs, killing and wounding countless people. But this did not reduce too much pressure on Luo Xiaojia and the four of them, because the Liang army was numerous, because Liang Zuyu Wenqian made a move.

"You think you can beat me?"

Yu Wenqian stood with his hands in his hands, staring at Ye Xiaodi with his eyes grim.

"I don't know, I haven't fought with all my strength for a long time, and I don't know how different I am from my predecessors. It's just that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, I always feel that you can't fight, and you have to fight if you can fight!"

Ye Xiaodi looked at Yu Wenqian and said very seriously. Since losing to the Emperor of Heaven, Ye Xiaodi has indeed not tried his best to fight with others, he can feel the pressure brought by Yuwen Qian, but he wants to beat himself with pressure alone, Ye Xiaodie feels that Yu Wenqian is a little whimsical.

Moreover, the momentum exuded by Yuwen Qian at this time is indeed amazing, and even the luck of the Liang army that Ye Xiaodi had collapsed before is gradually recovering, but in Ye Xiaodie's opinion, these are irrelevant, because he is very angry, and this anger has started since he saw Dou Ding and Leng Qing in Tai'an City.

"You hurt them?"

Ye Xiaodi looked at Yu Wenqian, although he didn't name them, but both of them knew who they were in Ye Xiaodie's mouth.

Yuwen stood proudly, and if he didn't deny it, he naturally admitted it.

"I've taught her a few knife moves, and she has the name of master and apprentice. ”

Ye Xiaodie looked at the desertion shuttling through the crowd, so heroic. Then his gaze turned to Pea, and the whole person hesitated and groaned slightly.

"In this scene, fight for your life, seniors be careful!"

Douding and Douhua are special existences in Ye Xiaodie's life, and in Ye Xiaodie's persuasion that it does not play any role, the two of them insist on calling Ye Xiaodie a son, and they also put themselves in the position of subordinates, but they are not masters and servants, but they are the same family.

In the past, Douding hurt his eyes, which made Ye Xiaodie feel very guilty, and this time he lost his arm again, Ye Xiaodie didn't know if the depression in his heart could still be called guilt, but he was serious about being angry.

So when the words fell, Ye Xiaodi made a move.

God is in harmony with the mind, meaning the body. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

Ye Xiaodi took out his sword, although the green bamboo sword was still hanging on his waist, but the wind rose in the forest, and the flowers and trees were all his sword intent.

Mind through the mind, God dyes luck. Yu Wenqian's body didn't move, but he made a move. The cold waves are surging, and the white birds are leisurely. Yuwen didn't move, no matter how fierce Ye Xiaodie's sword intent was, he couldn't get to him.

The grass swayed, the sword intent was one after another, the cold waves were rippling, and the Dao sword intent was dim layer by layer. The wind rose and the red leaves moved, and the regrouped sword intent came even more violently; the high blank bird wailed, and the sword intent emitted by Ye Xiaodi was broken again and again by Yu Wenqian.

"Still not out of the sword?"

Yuwen Qian's eyebrows were cold, and Ye Xiaodi suddenly took a step back, and later, retreated, retreated, retreated, retreat

"Do you think that if you are in the same realm as me, you can be on par? Young man, do you know how cruel it used to be?"

Yuwen snorted coldly, hiding the shock in his heart very well, and only disdain for Ye Xiaodi remained on his face.

Fighting is not a showmanship, it is not fancy, the difference is a thousand miles, and there are many examples of losing all the games if you are not careful. Yu Wenqian and Ye Xiaodi made one move, but it was enough to beat ordinary people for a lifetime.

"It's not easy to have such a cultivation at such an age, if you are in my beam, you can be called an immortal demon talent, but the talent is easy to die, and I will wipe you out with my own hands, and it can also be regarded as the third happy thing in my life. ”

Yuwen Qian's old muscles and bones are stretching more and more, and Ye Xiaodi can't come out of the sword, this is not a reason for him not to make a move. As soon as the figure passed, the wind and rain were sudden, and Ye Xiaodi struggled to parry, but he had no strength to fight back.

"Happy!"

Yu Wenqian drank heavily.

"I might as well tell you again, although the realm of cultivation is progressive, but there are always self-level realms and selfless realms, you kid has found another way, but the foundation is not strong, how can you win the old and decayed a hundred years of penance!"

The faster he fought, Yu Wenqian laughed. Just as he likes to see people frightened in despair, Yu Wenqian also likes to see people face the resentment of death after their epiphany, which is the source of his happiness.

"Heh! Ye Xiaodie only knows that whether it is a temple or a river and lake, countless people have died from talking!"

Wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, Ye Xiaodi still didn't seem to have the idea of putting his hand on the green bamboo sword.

"The erector is unreasonable!