"Who is your Excellency?"

The guardian did not answer Ye Yun's words, but narrowed his eyelids slightly, and a shocking sword light suddenly burst out from deep in his eyes.

He was ready for the attack.

The young man in white in front of him gave him a feeling of great fear, which made him feel uneasy.

Only by drawing a sword can he feel at ease.

Ye Yun looked at the guy wearing a mask in front of him and said calmly: "You don't deserve to know my name..."

"So arrogant!"

The guardian's inner anger erupted like a volcano.

Perhaps he could no longer bear this unknown threat and actually slashed it with one sword.

This sword light was born from the vast galaxy. A sword fell down and the heavens shook.

"What a strong sword!"

"I am worthy of being a great monk in the Heavenly Destiny Realm, and he entered the realm of life and death with half his foot!"

At this time, countless monks in the Enlightenment Square looked up at the sky, with an incredible look on their faces.

This amazing sword light was suddenly fixed in mid-air.

"You are very brave, you dare to attack me!"

A cold voice suddenly resounded in the void.

Ye Yun looked at the sword light fixed in the air, and a faint sneer appeared on his face.

If it wasn't for the old friend.

How can this guardian be destined now?

"How is this possible?"

The guardian almost lost his soul when he saw that his sword light was fixed in the air and could not stab it.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a possibility that the strong man in front of him should at least be a strong man in the realm of life and death.

"call!"

Ye Yun blew a lightly breath.

This light breath fell on the dazzling and bitter sword light, and the sword light suddenly turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated.

"It's so funny, Liu Yiyi, your descendants will actually attack me. You didn't expect it?"

Ye Yun carried his hands on his back and walked towards the guardian step by step.

"You...how do you know the name of our ancestors?"

The guardian suddenly heard the name Liu Yiyi and his face changed.

Only generations of guardians know the name of the ancestors.

Apart from this, no one in the world knows it.

But the young man in white in front of him knew the name of his ancestor.

How is this possible?

The guardian felt a storm in his heart. As he watched the young man in white walk step by step, he found that his body was actually imprisoned.

Even if you can't move a little finger.

"Is the guardian of the tenth level of the Heavenly Destiny Realm defeated like this?"

When the many monks in the Enlightenment Square saw this, they were all scared to death.

Some people turned around and wanted to escape.

Ye Yun glanced down lightly, and everyone was immediately restricted by a mysterious force, as if they were casting a fixed body.

Everyone looked at the young man in white in the sky in shock.

It is unimaginable how shocking this person's cultivation has reached!

Ye Yun walked to the guardian, raised his hand, and slapped the guardian's face with a "pop".

The silver mask suddenly shattered, revealing an old face.

Now this old face has a look of horror, and there is indescribable despair in the depths of your eyes.

"Who are you?"

The Guardian said with difficulty.

"Ye Yun."

Ye Yun gently spit out two words.

"Ye Yun?"

The guardian frowned and said the name softly.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration passed by his mind.

His face suddenly twisted and he said in a trembling voice: "This...how is this possible? How could you be alive?"

The tone of his last speech changed.

Because this name is also passed down from generation to generation among the Guardians.

Ye Yun and Liu Yiyi.

This is the creator of two sword marks on the Sword King Stone.

So far, only the guardians passed down from generation to generation have known the names of these two people.

"It seems that you remembered..."

Ye Yun smiled calmly.

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The ancestors have been dead for almost 100,000 years. How can you survive?"

The Guardian was mentally broken and talked to himself wildly.

It was unimaginable that the young man in white in front of him was the leader of the Shenlong Sect, the eternal sect, 100,000 years ago, and was known as the number one master of the Eternal Realm on the Cangnan Continent.

But how can you survive?

Not to mention the strong man in the Eternal Realm, even the legendary strong man in the True God Realm cannot live for 100,000 years!

"Nothing is impossible!"

Ye Yun smiled indifferently and suddenly pointed his finger in the air.

Before him, a beautiful woman in red appeared.

"This is the ancestor..."

After seeing the woman's appearance, the guardian was shocked and his knees suddenly became weak and he wanted to kneel on the ground.

But he was imprisoned and could not even lift a little finger.

Suddenly, Ye Yun retracted his magic power.

The image of the woman also disappeared.

When he drew this portrait, he had already isolated everything, and only he and the Guardian could see it all.

Perhaps it was a pity to see things.

Ye Yun's expression suddenly became even more sad.

He took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, Ye Yun's expression became empty again, without any slight sensation. The sadness that had just passed had long disappeared.

Ye Yun signed in the space for 100,000 years, and his heart of Tao has long been extremely strong.

He looked at the guardian and said lightly.

"You can be exempted from death, but you can't escape the crime of living. You will be suppressed for five hundred years!"

After saying that, Ye Yun pointed it lightly.

The guardian in front of him suddenly turned into a stone statue.

Ye Yun slapped the stone statue towards the mysterious space. When the stone statue entered, all the disciples of the Sword Palace turned into stone statues at this moment.

Ye Yun gently pointed it with his hands.

The entire mountain range immediately rumbling into the ground.

He wrote a word.

"seal up!"

This big word shines with a sacred light, and after it falls to the ground, it completely disappears.
To be continued...