This sentence came from the mouth of a man, which means that Ye Linfeng defeated Jiang Ping'er.

Ye Linfeng held a wooden sword shaped like a clothes-pounding stick in his hand, pointing directly at Jiang Ping'er's throat.

Although the wooden sword has no edge or blade, it can still pierce the throat with a sword.

Jiang Ping'er, who was spraying karmic fire white mangs in her hands, was still a step slower after all, Ye Linfeng swung the incense soul sword and smashed the karmic fire white mangs that spewed out of Jiang Ping'er's hands, and at the same time moved forward fearlessly, until he came to Jiang Ping'er's body half a zhang in front of him.

"Why don't you kill me?" Jiang Ping'er had a hint of determination in her eyes, but her face was still frosty.

"I owe you, I was young and I didn't have enough power to give you happiness. Ye Linfeng remembered some of the past, but he was quickly relieved, now that he has his beloved and the person who loves him deeply, the past is like a cloud of smoke, and with a flick of his fingers, it has become distant.

"Thank you, if you fight next time, I won't show mercy, because I am the young lady of the Situ family, let it pass in the past, I can't go back to the past, I know I'm sorry for you, but this is my pursuit, it's my choice. Jiang Ping'er said with a sigh.

Ye Linfeng nodded, expressing his acquiescence, he had no hatred for Jiang Ping'er, and could only say that Jiang Ping'er was not suitable to share weal and woe with him.

Feng Wuyue and his party didn't hear what Ye Linfeng and Jiang Ping'er said clearly, and Ye Linfeng naturally couldn't let Feng Wuyue and them hear it.

Jiang Ping'er turned around and walked towards Situ Qingyun, who was hiding aside to heal, and said, "Qingyun, come home with me." ”

Situ Qingyun and Jiang Ping'er had already left, but the atmosphere was still tense, Feng Wuyue raised Tian's blood-red lips, and looked at Ye Linfeng with a strange smile.

Ye Linfeng knew that sooner or later he would have to fight with Feng Wuyue, he was happy to fight with this kind of pervert, so he was even calmer, only by being calm could he arouse Feng Wuyue's killing intent.

Feng Wuyue gently bit the neck of a beautiful concubine beside her, and glanced at Ye Linfeng, and the murderous intent became more and more intense.

"Boy, what kind of school does you inherit?" Feng Wuyue forcefully pushed away the glamorous concubine beside her, and came to Ye Linfeng in an instant.

Ye Linfeng didn't speak, blindly calm, blindly calm, as if the person standing in front of him was not a bloodthirsty, murderous little devil, but a child of a family who didn't grow up.

"I think you're tired of it. Feng Wuyue made a decisive move, he was very angry, in the past, others were trembling or respectful in front of him, but at this time, this scholar in front of him was a light and breezy look, but he knew that the strength of this shabby-dressed scholar must be good, and the person who could defeat Situ Qingyun and then defeat Jiang Ping'er again was indeed very good, so Feng Wuyue was extremely cautious.

Not all of the people watching the battle from the sidelines were people who could cultivate, and there were also some sons and daughters of powerful people in Kyoto, so they couldn't see the current form.

"This poor boy must be dead, and he is unlucky to meet Feng Wuyue of the Feng family. Zhao Ning'er said coldly.

"Ning'er, in fact, this poor sour scholar is not simple, Situ Qingyun is in the same realm as me, and Jiang Ping'er is a small realm higher than me, but this husband and wife are both defeated in the hands of this poor sour scholar, and their strength and realm cannot be underestimated. General Weiyuan's daughter Wang Wenyan said, her tone was solemn, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Wen Yan rest assured, this little devil of the Feng family is famous far and wide, this poor scholar is estimated to die tragically in the hundred gardens today. Zhao Ning'er hugged Zhou Hanlin's arm and said to Wang Wenyan who was in front of her left.

"I hope so. Wang Wenyan was still a little worried, but she was not worried about Feng Wuyue, but worried that Ye Linfeng, who fought with Feng Wuyue, would win, once Ye Linfeng won, then what she said before would be self-deception.

Zhou Hanlin touched Zhao Ning'er's little ear and said: "Ning'er, don't worry, I think that poor scholar will definitely be invincible to Feng Wuyue, don't look at Feng Wuyue, this kid is bloodthirsty and out of tune all day long, but killing people is extremely cruel, this scholar is afraid that he will have to be torn apart by Feng Wuyue and suck up the blood before he will give up." ”

Zhou Hanlin's words were not for Zhao Ning'er, but for Wang Wenyan, what he wanted to say was that this poor scholar could not be better than some people in Kyoto of the Central Dynasty in terms of physiognomy and cultivation, and his physiognomy naturally referred to him Zhou Hanlin, which he had always been worried about this scholar who was better than him.

Swish!

Feng Wuyue's long hair fluttered, and his whole body instantly turned into a ball of black gas, and his limbs disappeared, leaving only a head with long hair floating up, that face was extremely demonic, a pair of red eyes were like two burning red lanterns, and that demonic face became distorted, not feeling like a human face.

Woo brought up a cloud of black qi and struck towards Ye Linfeng.

Ye Linfeng swept back dozens of zhang quickly, not letting the shape-shifting Feng Wuyue get closer, he was still continuing to retreat, because the black qi like a long snake was coming towards Ye Linfeng, and there was a murderous intent in those eyes that were as bright as red lanterns.

Seeing that he was about to withdraw from the Hundred Gardens, Ye Linfeng suddenly stopped, stepped on the courtyard wall with his right foot, turned back with his strength, and slashed with his sword.

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