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    Ye Wuchen stood there like a sword. He looked at the five people in front of him and said, "Leave, or die."

    These days, Ri Qianyang and the others' attitudes have been very obvious, waiting for them to leave, and then robbing them of the treasures they obtained in the ruins, they even said it clearly, without hiding it at all.

    During the time Ye Futian went to the outside world, Qianyang and the others kept staring at them and regarded them as prey.

    Since this is the case, there is no need to say more.

    Leaving, both parties are in peace.

    If you don't leave, you are the enemy, and only one side can die.

    Ye Wuchen still didn't say much, a few simple words were enough to express his attitude.

    Qian Yang and the others showed strange expressions when they heard Ye Wuchen's words. The five of them were all peak Dharma appearances. Even if Ye Wuchen had a Dharma weapon, how could the gap in realm be bridged?

    It's just Zhao Han, I'm afraid he might not be able to deal with it, not to mention that Qianyang has the luck of a prince, and the increase in strength is not small, enough to instantly kill ordinary peak Dharma figures.

    "The arm is broken, and the brain is not working?" Shi Tong said coldly.

    "Young Master Qian, he came here to kill you and died here. The saintess shouldn't be able to blame us, right?" Yue Linglong said with a smile.

    "Zhao Han." At this time, Qian Yang said: "Kill him, and the sword will belong to you."

    "Thank you Qianshao." Zhao Han nodded, he was thinking about it, he was also a sword repairman, Ye Wuchen's sword, he wanted it.

    Taking a step forward, Zhao Han released an extremely fierce sword intent. Behind him, a sword shadow appeared, like a sharp sword unsheathed, hanging behind Zhao Han, clanging.

    "Since you asked to die, I have to fulfill you."

    Zhao Han's eyes were extremely cold, and his killing intent was fierce. He Zhao Han was the son of the head of Yujianzong, and he was extremely talented, but in the Prince's Grotto, Ye Futian and the three directly suppressed him, and he looked extremely unbearable due to his outstanding talent.

    Ye Wuchen is also a sword repairer with him, and his talent is also higher than him.

    It's a pity that no matter how strong the talent is, he will die.

    The sword of Faxiang shot out behind him, and the sword lights were like lightning, illuminating the day even brighter, and the light refracted by the sword lights was even a bit dazzling.

    A sharp piercing sound came out, and in an instant, those swords pierced the void and landed in front of Ye Wuchen.

    But almost at the same moment, the sword intent on Ye Wuchen's body erupted, and an invisible air current surrounded his body. With him as the center, a terrifying storm of swords appeared around him, and the air was full of terrifying sounds of sword whistling.  When Zhao Han's sword came to kill, it was torn apart by that terrible sword energy, every sword was like this.

    Zhao Han stepped forward, and every time he took a step, the sword energy became stronger, and the sword suspended behind him shot out continuously, as if to drown Ye Wuchen.

    The sword in Ye Futian's hand swirled slightly, and then a sword stabbed out, like silk rain, any sword that came to kill would be destroyed.

    Zhao Han's body moved, and a sword appeared in his hand. His speed was as fast as the wind, and he followed the sword.

    Suddenly, a light lit up, which was a sword light.

    The brilliance of this sword light made Ye Wuchen's eyes close.

    The next moment, the light became brighter and brighter, not only bright, but also cold, across the void, and cut towards Ye Wuchen's body.

    "What a fast sword." Yue Linglong praised, Zhao Han is worthy of being the son of the head of Yujianzong, and his strength is still beyond doubt.

    When the sword is born, Ye Wuchen will die, and there is no way out.

    A terrifying will of the sword way bloomed from Ye Wuchen's body, pouring into the sword in his hand, and then swung the sword.

    The sword is like rain, and the light of the sword is like the light of stars. It seems that a meteor shower has fallen in that space.

    Zhao Han's incomparably bright cold sword light was submerged by the rain of sword stars, riddled with holes, and then shattered.

    Two sword lights, one touch and stop.

    Zhao Han's body also stopped, and he stood not far from Ye Wuchen.

    He looked up at Ye Wuchen, his pupils dilated little by little, and then showed horror, despair, and regret.

    The next moment, his body was bleeding, and every hole in his body seemed to be bleeding, and was soon submerged in blood.

    When seeing Zhao Han fell to the ground, the expressions of Qian Yang and the others were finally not so relaxed.

    They were stunned and frightened, their casual smiles had long since disappeared, and they stared at Zhao Han on the ground.

    And still standing there quietly, but with a one-armed figure of princely luck released from his body.

    "The prince is lucky." Shi Tong stared at Ye Wuchen, when did he do it?

    the, In an instant, there seemed to be thunder dragons and fire dragons roaring in the void, spells and swordsmanship blended together, the sword was like the law, and the law was like a sword.

    Two incomparably terrifying auras collided, and Qian Yang shouted: "Dugu Leng."

    After his words fell, Dugu Leng's body moved, and an extremely violent breath erupted, followed by a soft pop.

    Qian Yang's body trembled violently, his face was as pale as paper, his breath dissipated, and the sword in the void slashed down, directly from above.

    Dugu Leng's body retreated rapidly, and there was a shocking knife mark on Qian Yang's back.

    He trembled, turned around in pain, looked at Dugu Leng: "Why."

    Dugu Leng didn't look at him, but raised his head, looked at Ye Wuchen and said, "His father is my master. After I go back, I will tell my master that he and Zhao Han were killed by people from Huangcheng."

    Ye Wuchen looked at him without speaking.

    "Even if you kill me and the ancient kingdom of Loulan cooperates with you to conceal it, Master will still investigate and there will be clues in the end." Dugu Leng said again: "His death was caused by me, so naturally I will always conceal the truth.  "

    Qian Yang stared at Dugu Leng, fell down in despair and anger, and died with regret.
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