"Ximen Feng's myth says that we have no complaints in the past and no grudges in the past. I really can't figure out why you have to fight with me to the death." Ye Qingcheng frowned and asked.

"I just want to use the sword in my hand to take the head on your neck to pay tribute to the 180-year-old family souls who died tragically in your hands." Ximen Fengshen raised his head suddenly, his eyes revealing endless murderous intent.

"Haha, since you are deliberately seeking death, I don't mind sending you a trip. What you said about seeking death is that there are not a thousand souls in my hands, and there are eight hundred."

Suddenly, the Fengqing Sword in Ximen Fengshen made a whimpering sound, and instantly appeared in front of Ye Qingcheng and stabbed the door straight into the door.

Ye Qingcheng was also shocked when he saw Ximen Fengshen's movements. The Dark Night Sword that had become famous for a long time appeared in his hand. He didn't expect that Ximen Fengshen was so fast that he found the weakest place he defended at a glance. Facing Ximen Fengshen's fatal blow, the Dark Night Sword in his hand blocked in front of him like lightning. Ximen Fengshen made a judgment quickly. The Fengxiang Sword in his hand suddenly transformed into countless white sword shadows covering the surroundings of Ye Qingshen, and tens of thousands of white swords impacted Ye Qingshen.

"…Hmph..." Ye Qingcheng shouted loudly, and the Dark Night Sword in his hand was slow, and the sword was slashed towards the sword shadow without any fancy. It seemed that after a long time, there was only a loud bang. In the middle of the sword shadow, countless golden wind blades as thick as arms appeared out of thin air. The roar continued, and the surrounding cliffs and rocks continued to fall off, shaking the heart. After a few breaths, the clouds slowly faded, revealing figures. Ximen Fengshen's face looked very pale, and a trace of bright red blood on the corner of his mouth fell down on his jaw, while Ye Qingcheng's face was only a faint blush left by the battle.

"Ha, ha, ha... Ximen Fengshen If I guess correctly, your internal organs have been shattered by me now. Even if you can save your life, your cultivation will not be much." Ye Qingcheng's mouth showed a smile. Looking at Ye Qingcheng's mocking eyes, Ximen Fengshen's face did not change much, "No one can say it clearly in the end."

Ye Qingcheng smiled again, "I'm about to die, and I'm still stubborn."

Ximen Fengshen said "Guiyi" and the silent sword shadows around him became active again, forming a small gold and silver sword, piercing the heart in Ye Qingcheng's incredible gaze.

"How is it possible? I have already shattered your internal organs, why... you still have the strength?" After saying that, he fell to the ground with unwillingness and incredible eyes. "Cough cough cough... I can't even say it, no one knows what the ending will be like." Ximen Fengshen half-kneeled on the ground, and after that, he got up and walked slowly down the mountain, but his back looked so desolate. So far, a generation of sword gods in the Gama Empire fell, and no one has heard of any news about Ximen Fengshen again after this battle. It is said that Ximen Fengshen and Ye Qingcheng had broken their internal organs and died in the Emperor Sword Gorge. Some people also said that Ximen Fengshen had fulfilled his wish but his wish was broken and he retired to the mountains.

After the old man said that, he squinted his eyes and looked at the children around him. The children had not yet recovered, including Ye Xing and Xiao Yue. Ye Xing had been fantasizing about the scene of the battle just now for a long time, thinking that one day he would stand at the top of the empire like that.

"Okay, that's all about today's story. It's getting late. Let's go home. I'll save you some of you being beaten again." The old man finished speaking.

Soon, a voice came from the street: "Xiaopang, hurry up and go home. Your mother is coming to you with peach sticks." The person who spoke was the slums. The fat child sitting not far from Yexing stood up and ran back to the side and said, "I'll come again tomorrow." After that, he ran to the corner of the street and disappeared.

Everyone laughed and went home in groups of three or three. The slum residents were 500 households of all sizes, all of which were settled here by grandfather's generation, so everyone knew each other since childhood.
Chapter completed!