The visitor did not deny that he was Ye Liuyun. He sneered disdainfully and said, "It seems that you have inherited the idiotic arrogance of Sigujian."

The young swordsman was speechless and angry after hearing this, but his other empty hand was held on the hilt of the sword. The sword intent retracted back to the sword and continued to stab the sword straight.

"madness!"

Ye Liuyun handed out his palm, like a white cloud, and was slightly reborn and had a murderous intent that was condensed to the point of being unexposed but could be noticed.

The sword in the swordsman's hand began to grow cracks from the tip of the sword, and soon covered the entire sword body, which looked cumbersome and beautiful, but the beauty was filled with a heart-pounding atmosphere.

When Ye Liuyun's hand completely touched the swordsman's sword, the swordsman's sword instantly shattered into sand-like particles.

Under its abundant palm power, the particles turned into countless tiny swords, which suddenly sprinkled on the swordsman.

The changes between the fields came too quickly, so fast that Ye Liuyun shouted the word "silly", and the young swordsman's sword broke into particles and fell on him. The fallen tiger guards could not rescue him, and Fan Xian, who had the highest realm in the field, could not rescue him.

However, Ye Liuyun's hand did not slap the swordsman's chest, but stopped in front of the swordsman's chest, because there was an additional sword, a sword that was sharp enough.

...

The owner of the sword was a swordsman with a hat. Ye Liuyun looked at him with a trace of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

"Six-Gu Jian."

He doesn't need to doubt the identity of the visitor, because the swordsman in this world who has the ability to save people under his own hands can only be the Sigujian.

Ye Qi did not answer his words, and he drew his sword in an extremely cold manner, trying to cut Ye Liuyun's hand to the ground.

The sword intent, which was even more fierce than the young swordsman before, was born under his sword. Just a few strands of sword intent that occasionally flowed out pierced the thick wooden partitions on the second floor of Baoyue Tower, pierced the blue bricks and rubble upstairs...

...

Fan Xian took this opportunity to pull the young swordsman back to one side. At this time, the young swordsman's chest had long been stained with blood. Although the particles shattered from the sword had not entered his internal organs, they tore the skin and flesh on his chest.

"The five tiger guards are not Ye Liuyun's one-union enemy. Why didn't you listen to my dissuasion just now? Now." Fan Xian looked at the thirteenth personal disciple of Sigujian, thinking that he had dared to compete with the Grand Master before, and said in a complicated tone and blameless tone.

The young swordsman was Wang Xi who came to help Fan Xian under the order of his master. He coughed several times. Because it affected the injuries on his chest, more blood flowed out of his chest, and the smell of blood became pungent.

Fan Xian hurriedly took out the hemostatic powder on his body, lifted up Wang Xi's bloody clothes on his chest, and sprinkled them all over.

"You can't give up the attack on the Ming family, so he must kill you. My teacher's life is to protect your life. Don't be moved. The most important thing is that I can't stand others pretending to be a family teacher."

"However, now that the master is here, I don't have to worry about what's next for the time being."

Fan Xian sighed helplessly, felt the two entangled terrifying auras behind him, and picked up Wang Xi and flew out of the building from the window.

...

...

Ye Qi slashed away with a sword, but Ye Liuyun's hand did not retreat but advanced. The silk thread tied to his wrist suddenly broke, and his broad sleeves fell down, like white clouds coiled between the mountains, wrapped around Ye Qi's sword edge.

The silk thread woven with wide sleeves broke inch and turned into pieces of cloth that looked like falling snow on the second floor of Baoyue Tower.

His clothes were inferior to the sword's edge, but it weakened a few of the invincible sword intent on the sword. Ye Liuyun's hand hit Ye Qi's sword's edge with jade and gold, and made a harsh "clang" sound.

At this moment, the sword energy and sword intent were revealed on the sword, and Ye Liuyun's hand contained a huge force to swing.

A few wisps of dust fell from the dome of the Bouyue Tower, and then the roof collapsed, the second floor of the Bouyue Tower collapsed, and then the entire Bouyue Tower turned into ruins.

...

"Is this the power of the Grand Master?"

The moment Fan Xian carried Wang Shisanlang out of the house, the entire Baoyue Tower collapsed. He had never seen the Grand Master take action. Although Uncle Wu Zhu was able to hurt Ku He, he didn't know how to make a real qi. How could he take action cause such a shocking scene?

"In fact, I have never seen the master take action, so I don't know that the master will be so strong."

Fan Xian landed on the roof opposite Baoyuelou Street and took out a clean gauze to bandage Wang Shisanlang.

Wang Shisanlang was seriously injured. The particles broken by the sword had merged into his flesh and blood. The most important thing at the moment was to stop the bleeding, and then he could slowly clean up the iron sand.

"It's true that as Chen Pingping said, the Grand Master is not a human being, wait, that's..." Fan Xian paused and looked at a fox running out of the collapsed Baoyue Tower.

"What did your master raise?"

Wang Shisanlang was silent and then laughed. Because of the pain caused by the chest injury, his smile looked a little miserable.

...

The moment after the collapse of Baoyue Tower, countless bricks, stones, soil and tiles flew out from the center of the ruins, some were broken by sword energy, and some were dispersed by true energy.

Ye Qi broke through the dust and jumped high in the sky. He raised his sword across his chest, and the sword intent was spread all over the sky. The turbulent dust and bricks turned into ruins, Baoyue Tower, which was as if it had been severely hit, was crushed and pressed down by the pressure generated by the sword intent in the air. In just an instant, Baoyue Tower seemed to have become a flat ground after being crushed countless times by the dust.

The ground became extremely clean, because even the dust fog floating in the air was pressed against the ground by the power of the sword.

Ye Liuyun stood on the ground, looking at the sword that Ye Qi crossed out, with a serious expression. He had never fought with Sigu Jian, but he knew that among the four great masters in the world, Sigu Jian's attacking power should be the top.

But why did he fight so hard with himself? The reason is definitely not just because of the swordsmen around Fan Xian.

Ye Liuyun thought of some possibility and recalled that when he talked with Ku He about martial arts countless years ago, Ku He's evaluation of Sigu Jian, his sword intent was too direct and domineering, which would harm the harmony of the sky, so it was not conducive to his life.

It seems that this is the only way to explain why he worked so hard today and why he traveled thousands of miles from Dongyi City to Jiangnan.

Ye Liuyun is not Kuhe. He cannot treat all things in the world without mercy, nor is he alone like a sword. Behind him is a family deeply rooted in the Qing State military, so he cannot fight to the death, at least he cannot fight to the death before the death of the Qing State Emperor.

So after he figured out something, he did not take action to compete with the sword, but took steps like a cloud, and decisively left Baoyue Tower and disappeared into Suzhou City.

This time it's not fear, but it's not.

The Grand Master was about to leave, but almost no one could stay, and he could still cross the endless ocean of Ye Liuyun with a small boat. Therefore, Ye Qi's sword fell to nothing and cut out an extremely long and deep gully on the ground.
Chapter completed!