After the ascent failed

Chapter 468 He is Ye Chunyang!
The huge sword light rushed straight down, and the old man surnamed Yan only felt that the god of death was coming, and any defense was nothing.

A light and shadow quickly flashed under the sword, Master Xingxiu raised his hand and tossed it, and the whisk spewed out white rays of light to meet the giant sword, and at the same time grabbed the shoulder of the old man surnamed Yan, and quickly flew back.

"Boom!"

The resplendent sword light swooped down on the ground, and the thunder spread like a tidal wave. Wherever it went, everything was cut in half.

There was a shrill scream, and the right arm of the old man surnamed Yan was cut off, and a section of his left leg was also broken. The wound was smooth and smooth, no blood flowed out, and was directly sealed by the sword energy.

Apparently under Xingxiu's timely action, although the old man surnamed Yan saved his life, he was beheaded and crippled.

Judging from the sword energy in the wound, it was almost impossible for his hands and feet to grow back.

"Your Excellency's heavy hand, don't you think it's too much?"

Master Xingxiu threw a healing elixir into the mouth of the old man surnamed Yan, then stared gloomyly at Ye Xiaobao opposite.

The opponent's sword not only seriously injured the old man surnamed Yan, but also destroyed a magic weapon of him.

If he hadn't acted in time just now, the old man surnamed Yan would probably be a dead man now.

Ye Xiaobao urged the formula, the flying sword's aura dissipated, and it re-inserted on the ground.

"Which school did you come from to be so arrogant and domineering?" Master Xingxiu's face was livid.

Even he didn't pay attention to this black-clothed youth of unknown origin.

Ye Xiaobao didn't answer indifferently.

"Okay, very good... I didn't expect that there are people like you in the Northern Territory. I am so ignorant." Xingxiu laughed angrily, "But you hurt my senior brother, and this senior brother can't just sit idly by Li, today I can’t say that I’m going to invite fellow Taoists to visit our Heavenly Star Sect!”

Daoist Xingxiu spoke politely, but anyone could hear the killing intent in his words.

Ye Xiaobao injured the old man surnamed Yan and Gu Ling in public, which was equivalent to hitting him in the face, how could he, the grand elder of the Tianxing sect, bear it.

Daoist Xingxiu stepped out step by step.

As his footsteps moved out, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth also fluctuated, like a boiling tide, making a rustling sound.

The three of Yang Tiefeng stood behind them, feeling as if they were suffocated, and their faces turned pale.

"No matter who you are or who is standing behind you, if you take the initiative to apologize at this time, the poor Taoist may consider letting you go, otherwise, if the poor Taoist makes a move, the fellow Taoist will inevitably suffer a lot of flesh and blood!"

Master Xingxiu walked slowly, and said calmly.

However, the young man on the opposite side seemed not to have heard it, and still sat there indifferently, the silver flying sword in front of him shone with aura.

"I don't know how to lift!"

No matter how high the state of mind and cultivation base of Daoist Xingxiu is, seeing the other party so arrogant, his complexion can't help but turn ugly.

He stood still after walking three steps forward, a gleam of light in his right hand slowly shone, like a Zen knife, without a handle, and unsharpened, but exuding a cold and threatening aura, obviously it was some kind of powerful magic weapon .

Ye Xiaobao didn't seem to feel it, and still sat there motionless.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Master Xingxiu seemed to sense something, glanced into the sinkhole, and vaguely saw a person coming out of it.

The other monks also noticed the abnormality and looked at the approaching figure unanimously.

It was also a young man in ink clothes, with delicate features, black hair draped over his shoulders, and a face as plain as water.

But when Master Xingxiu saw this young man's face, his body shook suddenly, and his eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.

Afterwards, the magic weapon in his hand disappeared quickly, and he stood there motionless, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, as if he was very afraid of the young man.

Yang Tiefeng and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling astonished at Xingxiu's transformation.

At this time, the young man who walked out of the tiankeng came to Ye Xiaobao's side, pulled up the flying sword on the ground, and after a slight flash of sword light, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his body.

Everyone was shocked.

Zhou Xing looked puzzled, but Yang Tiefeng and Qi Yunsheng looked shocked and unbelievable.

"Isn't he Master Ye from Lindu City? Why did he appear here?"

The two saw that Ye Chunyang was the famous "Master Ye" in the pill society of Lingxian Mansion back then.

Looking at the scene in front of him, this flying sword is actually his treasure?
Then what is the relationship between that incomparably fierce person just now?
"Is there anyone else who wants to come over?" Ye Chunyang said.

"Brother, avenge me!" the old man surnamed Yan howled miserably.

Master Xingxiu glared at him, and said viciously, "Shut up!"

The old man surnamed Yan was taken aback, deeply puzzled by this.

Daoist Xingxiu glanced at everyone, and said coldly: "You bastards dare to attack Elder Ye, are you looking for death?"

"Elder Ye?"

The old man surnamed Yan and Gu Ling were shocked.

On the opposite side, Ye Chunyang looked at Master Xingxiu with great interest, and said, "You know me?"

Daoist Xingxiu got a little shorter, then smiled, and said: "Elder Ye and Wan Xiuzhu fought in Linshan back then, and I happened to be with fellow Taoist Qingmu, so I naturally knew you."

"Oh I got it."

Ye Chunyang looked at Master Xingxiu, said nothing, and walked out of the mountain with his hands behind his back.

From the beginning to the end, except Daoist Xingxiu, he didn't look at anyone.

Ye Xiaobao followed behind like a loyal guard.

"Senior brother, he, he is..." The old man surnamed Yan widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

Gu Ling also opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound for a long time.

"Yes, he is Ye Chunyang!"

Daoist Xingxiu took a deep breath, until he completely lost Ye Chunyang's figure in his sight, and then he spoke solemnly as if he had been pardoned.

Everyone noticed that at this time, the grand elder of the Tianxing sect was sweating profusely, and his Taoist robe was wet with cold sweat, as if he was terrified of the young man just now.

"Ye Chunyang..."

Zhou Xing was faintly surprised, as if he had heard this name somewhere.

Yang Tiefeng and Qi Yunsheng looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Isn't his name Ye Yun?" The two asked at the same time.

The old man surnamed Yan and Gu Ling changed their colors in horror when they heard this name.

"how can that be?"

"How could it be him?"

"..."

The two of them were almost stupefied with fright, murmuring sleepily.

Of course they are not unfamiliar with this name.

A few years ago, the battle on the top of Linshan shocked the entire Northern Territory. Even if no one was present to watch the battle, they heard about the name afterwards.

The number one monk in the Northern Territory, Ye Chunyang!

At that time, Wan Xiuzhu challenged the invincible opponents of all factions, but in the end he was defeated by him, which established his position as the peak powerhouse!

"That sword belongs to him...the man just now was guarding here according to his order..."

The old man surnamed Yan felt as if he had made a huge mistake and almost lost his life here.

Gu Ling swallowed his saliva, he was already unable to speak.

They are fighting against the number one monk in the Northern Territory!
Fortunately, the other party didn't care about it, otherwise I'm afraid I'm already cold now!

"Brother, so what if he is Ye Chunyang, with your current cultivation, are you still afraid that he will fail?" The eyes of the old man surnamed Yan flickered, as if he had grasped something important, he looked at Xingxiu Daoist with burning eyes.

Although he was not present in the peak battle in Linshan back then, he had heard about some situations. Wan Xiuzhu's spiritual cultivation was only in the early stage of leaving his body, and it was comparable to the mana monks who had achieved a small achievement in the Golden Core Realm. At that time, there were not many Jindan monks in the Northern Territory, so Wan Xiuzhu stepped on them.

In the Northern Territory now, not to mention the large number of Jindan monks, some people who were stuck in the bottleneck in the past have gradually broken through, and the situation is very different from that in the past.

If Wan Xiuzhu is still alive, the old man surnamed Yan is sure to fight him, and Ye Chunyang's ability to kill this person is nothing to him now.

"Ha ha……"

Daoist Xingxiu suddenly laughed.

The laughter was a little helpless and even more desolate.

He looked at the old man surnamed Yan, and said: "If he still has the strength to fight against Wan Xiuzhu back then, I will not be afraid with my current cultivation base, but do you think the current Ye Chunyang is still the former Ye Chunyang?"

"What do you mean, brother?" The old man surnamed Yan frowned.

Master Xingxiu smiled wryly, and said: "A few years ago, the whole family of the Shen family was exterminated. You know about this, right?"

The two old men surnamed Yan nodded one after another and said: "I know."

"Then do you know why the Shen family was destroyed, and who did it?" Daoist Xingxiu asked.

The two looked at each other in astonishment.

Although they didn't speak, they guessed something from Xing Xiu's words.

"Could it really be him?" The old man surnamed Yan murmured in a daze: "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... The Shen family has been included in the Piaomiao Palace a few years ago, and that old monster Shen Tianyun even relied on the guidance of the Piaomiao Palace. , the cultivation base has been promoted to the Golden Core Realm, how could it be that he died at his hands?"

Daoist Xingxiu remained silent.

"I didn't believe this at first, but later, when I traveled to Yuanzhao Kingdom, I met a sect that had some relationship with Piao Miao Palace, and I confirmed this from them. A few years ago, the Shen family was shot by Ye Chunyang on Lingshan Island in Zhongzhou. Obliterate, and use the method of killing with the Thousand Miles Curse."

After a long time, Master Xingxiu said quietly.

"Thousands of miles to kill!"

"Is there really such a method in the world?"

The old man surnamed Yan and Gu Ling trembled, almost falling to the ground.

It's not that they haven't heard of the Thousand Miles Curse Killing Technique, but that kind of magical power is too terrifying, it only exists in legends, and no one has seen it with their own eyes.

Now that Master Xingxiu suddenly said that Ye Chunyang used this method to kill the entire Shen family, how could they not be surprised.

"Yes or no, we have no one to witness, but the fact that the Shen family was destroyed is there." Master Xingxiu looked at the two of them with a wry smile, "Shen Tianyun's cultivation base has reached the Golden Core Realm, and even I am no match for it. Killing him all over the house in a fit of rage, do you dare to provoke such a character?"

The old man surnamed Yan looked at each other in astonishment, unable to say a word anymore.

Yang Tiefeng and Qi Yunsheng's faces were like stagnant water.

The first monk in the Northern Territory?

To kill the entire Shen family?

They only knew that Ye Chunyang was "Master Ye", the Supreme Elder of the Cangyuan Sect, but they didn't expect to have such a terrifying identity and supernatural powers. In front of such great power, they were just a tiny speck of dust.

(End of this chapter)