"I don't know where to offend fellow Taoists?" Although they have a good intention, it does not mean that they are afraid of Ye Qingcheng. With the three cultivators in the realm of Congnation and Body, if they want to escape, even ordinary masters of Ninghua Realm may not be able to keep them.

In their eyes, even if Ye Qingcheng is better than them, he is just a young monk. Even if he loses his opponent, they still have the chance to escape unscathed.

While speaking, the three monks took out their weapons and were ready to fight at any time.

Seeing this scene, the owner of the mansion was already scared and hurriedly took the girl who followed Ye Qingcheng to the side, not daring to stay for a moment. After all, even a little bit of the battle between the monks was enough to erase the mortals.

"Bullying mortals and taking care of human life. You should kill them based on these two points." Ye Qingcheng took a step forward by recalling two swords. At this moment, murderous intent emerged in his eyes. Feeling Ye Qingcheng's murderous intent, the three monks couldn't help but retreat.

"My fellow Taoist is also a monk. Could it be that there are not many lives in his hands? The world is so great that there is another monk who dares to say that he has never killed anyone. Isn't this a little too domineering?" A monk said with a saliva.

Faced with this question, Ye Qingcheng just smiled faintly and said, "The people I kill are all those who are dead, just like you today."

After the words came, Ye Qingcheng's body shook, and two cold lights flashed instantly, taking the heads of the two monks.

Seeing Ye Qingcheng taking action, the three of them also counterattacked in an instant, but their attacks did not even cause any turbulence under Ye Qingcheng's sword.

The two cold lights did not diminish, and they directly crossed the necks of the two monks, and two hot blood splashed.

The remaining monk felt a chill when he saw his fellow disciple being killed. He did not dare to confront Ye Qingcheng anymore, and fled directly to the door.

Seeing that the monk wanted to escape, Ye Qingcheng did not come forward to chase him. With his hands raised, three long swords broke through the air and instantly caught up with the escaped monk and blocked his way forward.

Blocked by three swords, the monk did not stop and slashed out with one sword, which made three sword lights, trying to forcibly break through Ye Qingcheng's blockade.

This cultivator was also a master in the Confucian Realm. With one sword, he cut three wide cracks out of the ground. If this sword was slashing at other Confucian Realm, I am afraid no one would dare to take it. But three swords slashed on the sword, and only let the three swords sway gently, which did not work at all.

The next moment, three swords rushed towards the monk like lightning. Under the attack of these three swords, the monk had no time to attack. In an instant, two of the swords had pierced the monk's arms and nailed him to the ground, while the other sword stayed one foot above his head.

"Sir, please spare me, please spare me. I am willing to work hard for you and ask for the life I have left behind."

After personally experiencing Ye Qingcheng's horror, the monk was also scared. Under the ban of these three swords, he was like an ant in the world.

This feeling is called despair!

If he had been lucky before, then he would undoubtedly be discouraged now. This is definitely the most powerful existence he has encountered in his life. Even his senior brother or the head of Lingxi Mountain will not be able to make him feel so desperate.

Ye Qingcheng didn't even twitch his eyelids when he let the monk beg for mercy, and turned his head to look at the young man standing in front of a corpse.

"Jianyi, as you see, following me, this must be a bloody road. In the future, the road you have stepped on will be like a mountain. Do you still dare?" When looking at Jianyi, Ye Qingcheng had no murderous intent anymore, but was replaced by a kind of gentleness.

Looking at a corpse under his feet, then looking at Ye Qingcheng, Jian had a sense of determination in his eyes.

"I dare. The young master's eyes are the direction of Jian Yi's move forward." This ten-year-old boy showed a sense of perseverance that was not this age. He has been wandering on the streets since he was a child, and he is far more mature than his peers.

"Puncture his chest with the sword on his head."

Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is very cruel to let a ten-year-old child kill someone with his own hands. But Ye Qingcheng doesn't care about this. Ye Qingcheng naturally has a different intention to let Jianyi do this.

Only the baptism of blood can awaken a person's fighting spirit and grow into an invincible strong man. Since he chose to follow him, Jian Yi is naturally not just a ten-year-old child, but also a awesome sword boy, a sword boy under the throne of the Sword Emperor!

Jian Yi naturally didn't know that in the extremely distant era of the Minghuang, this sword boy's identity was an existence that even the disciples of the Gods were respected.

Hearing Ye Qingcheng's words, Jianyi walked to the monk step by step without any hesitation, and reached out to hold the long sword.

Seeing the young man holding the sword, the monk was extremely frightened, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not move at all.

These two swords not only nailed his hands, but also sealed his whole body. In front of Jianyi, although he was a cultivator in the body realm, he was now no different from the lamb to be slaughtered.

"puff"

With the sword, it only penetrated three points into the chest. With the current strength of Jianyi, it was indeed a bit difficult to pierce a cultivator of the body-converging realm.

But Ye Qingcheng was not in a hurry. If it didn't work once, then twice or three times... What he wanted was to let Jian experience this process and the process of killing.

As the sword edge entered his body, the monk immediately let out a scream like a pig. Hearing this scream, Jian Yi suddenly trembled a little.

Killing is not an easy task. Especially for a child, killing someone requires more to overcome the fear in his heart.

"ah!"

With a roar, the sword pulled out the sword and stabbed it hard again. This time, the sword edge went deeper, but it still did not penetrate the monk's chest.

But Jianyi never gave up, and just stabbed out one sword after another, dripping blood! In the end, Jianyi successfully pierced the monk's chest and pierced the heart. At this moment, Jianyi really killed the first person.

Although he was a little scared, this killing was undoubtedly a turning point in Jian Yi's life. He also understood that if he had not killed this monk today, there would be countless mortals who died at the hands of this monk in the future.

This is also a just act. This world is like this. Countless people die every day, and the person he kills is just a drop in the ocean.

But no matter how he thinks about it, killing people with his own hands will become a demonic obstacle in his heart. But when the sword breaks this demonic obstacle, he will undoubtedly become a real strong man.

These are naturally what Ye Qingcheng wanted Jian Yi to experience. Only by creating demonic obstacles with his own hands and breaking them out can a monk go further.

The great way only asks for oneself.
Chapter completed!