Galaxy Sword Emperor

Chapter 49 The Pursuit of the Seventh Rank of True Martial Arts
If you get an electric shock!

The strong man of the sixth rank of real martial arts only felt a strong force pouring into his arm along the long sword, and couldn't help but groaned, wanting to pull back, but suddenly felt his wrist tightened, and Ye Mo had already held it tightly.

Seeing Ye Mo's cold and murderous face approaching, the sixth-rank master of real martial arts twitched suddenly, and there was a sound of bones breaking from his wrist.

"Dare!" Two real martial arts sixth-rank masters from the two sides rushed forward together.

There was a trace of indifference at the corner of Ye Mo's mouth, and the Wufeng sword plunged into the ground, turning the sixth-grade real martial arts master into a round, and slammed it fiercely at the two people who rushed to kill him, while the other hand struck him like lightning. snatched his long sword.

The two of them flung at each other, floated back, and took off the man with all their strength.

But Ye Mo didn't stop, the long sword he had just grabbed turned into countless streams of electricity, instantly enveloping the fifth-rank real martial artist who charged over in it.

The sword qi shattered the opponent's protective zhenqi without hindrance, and the sound of screams sounded immediately.

Killing one person in an instant, Ye Mo still didn't pause for a moment, the sword reversed, and countless light rains deviated from the direction, and fell towards the three real martial arts sixth-rank masters.

The two people who were not injured took a step forward at the same time, and the weapons in their hands swayed blood-red murderous aura, smashing the sword lights coming in front of them.

The sixth-rank real martial artist whose wrist bone was crushed by Ye Mo tightly held his injured arm, his face full of pain.

"Hidden sword technique!"

Ye Mo snorted coldly, and in the light and rain that filled the sky, a cold sword light suddenly appeared, and disappeared in a flash, and then disappeared in the boundless sword light.

A terrifying sense of crisis immediately flooded the whole body, and the two of them danced the weapons in their hands into dense auras almost simultaneously, protecting their bodies.

From the gap between the two, a faint sword energy roared out, with a sharp sound of piercing through the air, resounding in the ears.

The sixth-rank master of Zhenwu with a wrist injury felt numb all over his body, and a crisis of death shrouded his heart. When he looked up, he suddenly saw the faint sword energy rushing towards him.

In just a split second, it passed between his eyebrows without a moment's pause, not even pain.

"Plop!" The master of the sixth rank of Zhenwu fell to the ground on his back, a spot of bright red blood continued to enlarge between his eyebrows, and then flowed out.

"Bastard!" The remaining two real martial arts sixth-rank masters really felt Ye Mo's terror, that perfect and peerless swordsmanship, and the dense sword energy that seemed to permeate every hole.

When the elder sent out the mission, didn't he say that this kid could only defeat the fifth-rank real martial arts realm?But the reality is not like this?
But at this moment, they had no time to think about it, Ye Mo's countless rays of light emerged again, and the two felt cold, and the fear of death made them want to run away.

However, Ye Mo, who has already calculated, how can he give them a chance?

Hidden swordsmanship seems to be a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. After several times of actual combat practice and Ye Mo's perception, this set of swordsmanship has become more and more proficient.

At the same time as the last sword thrust out, the Wufeng sword in his left hand also chopped out.

"Three folds of Yangguan!"

The light shattered, and the light and rain all over the sky suddenly disappeared.

A sixth-grade real martial arts master fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and a bloodstain on his throat was shocking.

And the sixth-grade real martial arts master who used the double hook was even more miserable. Ye Mo's own strength was enough to counter the strength of the true qi of the sixth-grade real martial arts master, and now he doubled the superposition with the Yangguan triple stack.

There is also the [-]-jin strength bonus of the Wufeng Sword, that is, the master of the double hook is not good at strength, how can he resist it?He could barely hold Wufeng Sword with double hooks.

The terrifying power completely deformed the double hooks made of unknown material, and the Wufeng sword's momentum remained intact, splitting the man's head into pieces.

Ye Mo gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger stuck in his shoulder, and threw it on the ground. Looking at the bright red blood from the wound, he felt a little more at ease. Fortunately, no poison was used.

It seems that my actual combat experience still needs to be improved!If the consciousness of fighting is tense enough, that person's last blow before dying will not hurt himself.

Wufeng epee swung out to help Ye Fan kill the Chen family master who was a fifth-grade true martial artist. Then Ye Mo tapped a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, took out a few ice spirit pills and took them with Ye Fan.

Looking at the bloody corpses all over the ground, Ye Ling had already covered his eyes, his thin body trembling uncontrollably, squatting in the bushes beside him.

Ye Mo walked over slowly, knelt down, stroked Ye Ling's beautiful hair, and said softly: "It's okay, brother Ye Mo is here, everything is fine."

"Brother Ye Mo!" Ye Ling immediately hugged Ye Mo and began to cry. After all, he was only a ten-year-old child. After experiencing such a bloody scene, his psychological defense immediately collapsed.

Ye Fan also came over and comforted Ye Mo, Ye Ling's emotions gradually calmed down.

"Boy, a master of the seventh-rank real martial arts is here, and you are not his opponent, leave quickly!" Wujun Chongcan's slightly hasty voice came, and at the same time pointed out the direction where the other party came.

Ye Mo's expression changed slightly. If he was alone in the seventh-rank realm of true martial arts, he would be sure to escape from the opponent's hands, but it is not so easy to bring Ye Fan and Ye Ling with him at this moment.

"Ye Fan, you and Ling'er hide here and don't move! A strong enemy is coming, and I will lure him away. You immediately return to the family and report this matter to your uncle. Remember, the news of our escape has been exposed. They They will definitely come from the shortcut, you must take the main road, don't look back!" Ye Mo frowned, and his tone was indescribably dignified.

Ye Fan's expression moved, and he wanted to speak. Seeing that Ye Mo was so cautious, he expected that the enemy who came would be extremely difficult to deal with, so he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Fifth Brother, you have to be careful!"

"Brother Ye Mo!" Ye Ling rubbed his red eyes and said to Ye Mo, his eyes were also full of worry.

"Don't worry, with my speed and footwork, it's extremely easy to escape, don't worry about me, after leading them away, I will go straight back to Ye's house!" Ye Mo said solemnly.

After finishing speaking, he nodded towards the two of them, and the real martial arts seventh-rank powerhouse was less than a hundred meters away from him.

Ye Mo didn't delay any longer, his figure shuttled out like lightning, and galloped away in the opposite direction.

Ye Fan and Ye Ling shrank back towards the bushes, carefully restraining their breathing.

"He still has the strength to escape? This kid is not simple, no wonder he can blame the Patriarch for attaching so much importance to him!" The seventh-rank master of Zhenwu sensed the direction of the fluctuation of zhenqi, no longer hesitated, and chased after him.

It wasn't until this person left that Ye Fan poked his head out carefully, stretched out his hand and said to Ye Ling, "It's safe, let's hurry back to the family and let uncle send someone to meet Fifth Brother!"

A trace of frustration flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, and he said flatly, "It's all my fault. If my cultivation base is higher, I won't hold back Brother Ye Mo. Brother Ye Fan, I have to work hard!"

Ye Fan smiled wryly, one Ye Mo was enough to defy the sky, with one person's strength against three real martial arts sixth-rank and one real martial arts fifth-rank master, and easily killed each other.

This record is definitely second to none not only in the Ye family, but even among the younger generation of disciples in Antan City. Ye Ling thinks so, so why not himself.

Although his body was shrouded in the glory of the family and the halo of genius, Ye Fan didn't feel a little excited in his heart. He needed to work harder to live up to the cultivation of the family, and even more so to live up to the help of the fifth brother.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan sighed softly, grabbed Ye Ling's arm, and ran towards Ye's house according to Ye Mo's instructions before leaving.

Ye family land.

In a low and remote thatched hut, a scruffy man with a beard leaned on the door panel, holding a painted wine jug in his hand, and poured it one gulp after another.

He stared blankly at the empty doorway, his face was full of dullness, as if he was a walking dead, lifeless.

"Boom!" The scruffy man threw the flagon in his hand to the ground, and stood up slowly, his stooped body straightened at this moment.

The turbidity in the eyes faded away, replaced by two bright lights.

The sloppy man looked up at the sky and murmured: "At the beginning, I promised that I would only draw the sword for you in this life, but now, for our son, my sword has to be unsheathed against the promise!"

(End of this chapter)