Chapter 820

Yan Qishan and Qin batian's participation in the war made the situation chaotic. The other three families of song, ye and Chu no longer watched the change, but roared to the people brought by Yan and Qin batian.

These people are very clear that they are not the opponents of these martial arts masters, but they don't mind killing other people. In an instant, this villa has become a killing ground.

The swords are facing each other, the cold light is everywhere, the murderous Qi is soaring to the sky, the blood is flying, there are death and injury to each other, and the strength level is revealed immediately.

But there were obviously more people in the three families, so the Yan family was forced to retreat. Yan Liuyun, as light as a swallow, shuttles through the crowd, knocks down each enemy and protects his own side.

Chu Shaofeng wandered in the crowd, suddenly sprang out, ready to attack Yan Liuyun. However, Yan Liuyun was quick in the eye, and successfully fought back. He hit his chest with one hand, but couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

At that time, there were four young people in the capital, Yan Liuyun was the first, Song Yu, ye Ke and Chu Shaofeng were among them. After suffering great losses in Tang Zheng's hands, Chu Shaofeng's reputation declined. In addition to the fall of the Chu family, the four young people in the capital were in danger.

Chu Shaofeng wanted to revive his reputation, so he was ready to attack Yan Liuyun, but he didn't want to be weak. He was easily attacked by Yan Liuyun, causing serious injury.

Ye Ke saw this and couldn't stay away from it. He came to Yan Liuyun and said with a big fist and grace, "Yan Shao, please ask for your tips."

Yan Liuyun's face became stern. Ye Ke was not comparable to Chu Shaofeng. Among the four young people in the capital, ye Ke was very low-key, but his strength was not negligible.

"Please!"

Yan Liuyun hugs the fist and rubs himself to attack.

Both of them are very fast, just like dancing and moving in the crowd. You come and I go, but it's fun to fight.

Ye Tianming was not idle either. Although he did not reach the master's martial arts, he was also a natural expert with profound strength. He had hit many people with one palm.

At that time, the people in the scuffle, the Yan family, showed all their disadvantages.

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, three figures came from afar, especially one of the sword lights was lightning fast. In a blink of an eye, ye Tianming was in front of him and stopped his attack.

Ye Tianming's pupil shrank and exclaimed, "Jingdong!"

It's ye Dingdang's family of three, all of whom are inborn martial artists. Ye Dingdang not only cultivates the Heart Sutra of the jade girl, but also has the sword technique of chasing the wind. In addition to her close relationship with Tang Zheng, her accomplishments have made rapid progress, and she has come from behind, surpassing her parents.

Ye Tianlei and FengSi Niang didn't realize this at first, but on the way of hearing this news, they finally realized it. They were really surprised and mixed feelings.

It's a happy thing that parents are surpassed by their daughters, but it's also slightly sour.

Ye Dingdang is very clear that his parents are inferior to Ye Tianming. Moreover, ye Tianlei remembers the brotherhood of Ye Tianming after all. Of course, he can't go all out and suffer losses.

Ye Dingdang couldn't watch her parents commit suicide by themselves, so she bravely shouldered the burden. For Ye Tianming, she didn't have much feeling. After all, she didn't even say a few words.

Qingfeng sword radiates its power in ye Dingdang's hands. It complements the wind seeking sword technique. It's the first time that she used Qingfeng sword to defend the enemy. At the beginning, she couldn't help but let it go.

But even so, ye Tianming's face is wonderful.

He didn't pay much attention to ye Dingdang. After all, she was just a young generation who suddenly appeared and was naturally ignored by him.

But at the moment, when he saw her sword technique, his heart of belittle all disappeared, only left full of shock and unbelievable looking at her.

"Ye dingdong, how can you be so powerful?"

Ye Dingdang gave a cold snort without saying a word. She stabbed her sword as fast as lightning. The wind seeking sword method is fast and precise. The essence of the secret meaning is already familiar to her chest, and it has great power.

After more than ten moves, ye Tianming knew that he was not the opponent of Ye dingdong at all.

He practiced martial arts for decades, but was severely suppressed by a younger generation. It was a great shame, which made him roar and revolt.

However, ye Dingdang firmly suppressed him all the time, which made him unable to turn over the waves at all. He was in danger and left a lot of wounds on his body.

Ye Meiyu hid behind the crowd and looked at her from afar. She looked dull and murmured to herself, "how can this bitch be so powerful?"

Ye Meiyu has been secretly competing with ye Dingdang. Since the three members of Ye Dingdang's family separated from Ye's family again, she has been complacent for a long time.

In addition, she also made a marriage contract with Song Yu, which made her have the illusion of a winner. She did not put ye Dingdang in her eyes at all.

But at this moment, looking at her father who has always been in awe of Ye Dingdang, when all her self-confidence collapsed, she was devastated.

She panicked and asked her fiance Song Yu, "what's the matter?"

Song Yu's eyes were so vicious that he could almost blow out fire and stare at ye Dingdang. He could have possessed ye Dingdang. It was Tang Zheng who made his plan fall through. He had to compromise and get engaged to Ye Meiyu.Ye Meiyu's romantic affairs can't be more clear to him. Compared with ye Dingdang, ye Meiyu is a phoenix in the sky and a crow on the ground. He has made a decision.

Hearing her inquiry, Song Yu said angrily, "aren't you from the Ye family? You don't know. How can I know?"

Ye Meiyu was assailed. When she was in a rage, she stared at Song Yu angrily. Song Yu's eyes were cold, which made her as silent as a cicada.

"Let's go. It's too dangerous here." Ye Meiyu is soft, said Jiao Didi.

She used to come to see the bustle. She only had to die for her little Kung Fu. Besides, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was little. How could she really do it.

Now there is no bustle to watch, and there is the danger of death, of course, she does not want to stay more.

Song Yu looked at her scornfully and shouted angrily, "go!"

Then, Song Yu rushed into the battle group again. Song Yu always believed that the master could kill Tang Zheng, so he would not give up halfway to escape. This would not only sweep his face, but also make the master despise him. This is the most fatal. His swordsmanship has a long way to go. If there is no master's guidance, his kung fu will almost come to an end.

Ye Meiyu stares at Song Yu's back and disappears into the crowd. He mumbles, "how fierce is it? I don't want to play with you. You're dead at last."

Song Yuke did not know that he was cursed by his fiancee. He saw Yan Qishan and Qin batian entwine ye Xuanji and Chu Mingxuan. Tang Zheng finally released his hand and attacked song Canaan in the crowd. Song Hanjun and his father song Canaan stood in a line to fight against Tang Zheng hand in hand.

Even so, Tang Zheng did not lose the wind at all, only saw the soul of war sword light Huohuo, forcing the two men to stagger back.

Song Yumu bares and wants to split. He shouts and stealthily attacks Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng felt a move in his heart, and immediately found the figure of Song Yu. With a backhand sword and a puff, the soul sword penetrated Song Yu's abdomen. With a shock of his arm, Song Yu was like a broken kite flying into the crowd, falling into a pool of blood, and was severely stepped on by several people.

"Yuer!" Song Hanjun let out a scream. He rushed to Songyu's side and helped him up. He was covered with blood, and there was a bit of elegance in him.

Although the sword was not fatal, it also made Song Yu suffer. Qi Ruoshi said feebly, "father, we must kill Tang Zheng."

Song Hanjun clenched his teeth and nodded fiercely: "you can rest assured that all enemies today will not let go of the presence of master Jianshen."

Said, looking inside the villa, behind the window, those beautiful faces are particularly clear.

"Tang Zheng is blessed with a lot of beautiful women. Hum, if he hurt my son, I will kill his woman and make him miserable." Song Hanjun gnawed his teeth.

Whoosh!

Song Hanjun, like a strong wind, rushed to the villa.

Tang Zheng's eyes swept over Song Hanjun's movement. He knew his intention, but he didn't block it, as if he didn't see it at all.

Song Hanjun rushed to the door and was very excited. In his subconscious mind, these women looked beautiful, but they were all people with no power to bind a chicken. It was easy to kill them.

As for the guilt of killing a group of women and children, that is absolutely not the case. Even the servants who have been living together for many years in their own family have been able to kill, and several strange women can't.

The gate was kicked open by him. When the long sword shook, it stabbed in. The sword was cold.

Bang!

All of a sudden, a hand quietly hit his chest, and the chest suddenly sank inward. A clear fingerprint was printed on his chest.

He was like a kite with broken wires, flying backwards, and the sword in his hand flew out of his hand involuntarily.

In a whirl of the sky, he was absolutely ready to boil his own blood. His face was red and his ears were red. His eyes had already shed blood. He fell on the ground heavily. A mouthful of blood spewed out and dyed the ground red.

"Who hurt me? Isn't there just a few women in it? Why am I hurt? "

He was panting, his face was getting red, but he couldn't figure out what was going on?

It was a simple thing, but he failed. He looked up hard and looked at the house. There was a man standing at the door, a quiet woman.

He noticed his hand and realized that he had just been hit by her.

Wu looked at Song Hanjun from afar. The attack was all-out, without any fancy. The power of Huoming divine palm was incisively and vividly demonstrated. She didn't pursue while winning, because it was not necessary at all.

The palm had broken his heart, and he would surely die.

Sure enough, song Hanjun's breathing became faster and faster, and there was more and more blood flowing from his eyes. He was still staring at Wu, trying to put down a few cruel words, but he could not say anything, only heard a whine in his throat.

All of a sudden, he was stiff, fell down suddenly, and his life was cut off.

[author's aside]: Happy Mid Autumn Festival!