Just as Fuyuan's eyes were about to close, an old voice rang through the whole sky.
"Kill my apprentice, die!"
Boom!
The whole villa was blown to pieces, blowing up a huge piece of dust.
And wait for the dust to settle.
I saw a thin voice floating in the air. He was thin and bony, and the whole person looked like a monkey, but the murderous spirit emitted by his body was frightening.
Fuyuan finally provoked a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Master, have you come out? You can actually do it for my apprentice. I'm really happy. I really want to see your style of doing it. Unfortunately, I can't see it."
Fuyuan closes his eyes and returns to the West.
And there is no sorrow or joy in the middle of the air.
"Tengchuan, kill my apprentice. You have to fight for this revenge."
"Haha, right? You and I are both famous in the Jianghu. I am the sword God and you are the sword saint. But I haven't touched it for many years, and I'm finally going to win."
Tengchuan's words are full of expectation.
I haven't done anything in the middle of these years.
The only record of action is that ten years ago, he defeated the then swordsman and robbed the name of the swordsman.
However, it has been widely said in the Jianghu that tengchuan is not the right opponent at all and does not deserve to be called the sword God.
This is a pimple in his heart for many years.
Today's war, he must wash away all humiliation.
Ye Chen glanced at the middle body and said faintly, "tengchuan will lose, and it will be miserable."
"What? Wouldn't it be worse for us?"
Xiao Zhao was immediately afraid.
"No, No. master tengchuan is a descendant of the Edo family, and his strength is unparalleled in the world. How can he lose? Don't grow others' ambition and destroy your prestige."
"Since you have so much confidence in him, let's wait and see." Ye Chen smiled.
Xiao Zhao glared at him angrily.
What happened?
Ye Chen seems to want tengchuan to lose, doesn't he think about it.
Tengchuan lost, and they were pushed to the battlefield themselves?
Life is in danger!
……
The two continued to confront each other, and the robes on their bodies were calm and automatic, and the sword spirit ran across the sky, threatening the sky.
Shua!
Suddenly.
A crisp sound.
Tengchuan pulled out his long sword. At the same time, his body also moved, like thunder.
A flash of cold light flashed and cut straight to the center.
"It turns out that master tengchuan is so strong."
Xiao Zhao stared at him.
Now she has more confidence.
He also swaggered his chin to ye Chenyang.
"Is this strong? But so."
"Hum, you just envy, envy and hate."
Xiao Zhao found it.
Ye Chen is not into the oil and salt, but hard to talk back.
Obviously very strong, but always unwilling to admit.
Yes, your cash ability is strong.
But can your money stop the sword?
"I envy you? Hehe, I won't even look at this garbage law."
Kendo in Edo period was indeed very strong, but compared with the 5000 year history of China, it was just a drop in the ocean.
The sword rhymes in his book are as many as stars.
There are all kinds of existence stronger than a knife flow, and there are countless.
"Moreover, this move can only be started without returning. If tengchuan avoids a blow in the middle, he will be in a hopeless place."
"Hum, you are obviously jealous." Xiao Zhao said hard.
But the voice just fell.
Seeing tengchuan's long sword cut into the middle of his head, it only takes a breath to split him in half.
But at this critical moment.
It's moving in the middle.
He did not draw out the sword, but put his hands on the long sword.
"I just heard that you fought with my apprentice and never drew your sword, so I will treat you with the same treatment."
"Hum, arrogant and ignorant, die for me."
The powerful sword Qi turned into a beautiful air flow. Suddenly, the sword Qi became extremely huge, a few feet long, and even covered the whole body shape in the middle.
Tengchuan's mouth showed a smile.
But at the next moment, his smile gradually solidified.
His long sword was firmly clamped.
How is this possible?
Empty handed white blade?
"Go to hell."
The middle lip moved up and down, and the left hand attacked quickly, waving a sharp white light.
Tengchuan's face changed wildly.
If this is stabbed, it will peel off if it doesn't die.
"Run."
Tengchuan withdrew violently, but just now he put all his eggs in one basket, and chakra on his body was poured into the sword.
In this emergency, it's impossible to inject your legs if you want to move back quickly.
Most importantly, his long sword could not move an inch.
It seems that we can only hide hard.
Tengchuan abandoned his sword and turned over, stabbing a blood hole in his abdomen.
"As a swordsman, your sword will die. If you lose your sword, it proves that you don't even want your life."
He whispered in the middle and launched another attack.
This time, tengchuan finally had nothing to hide and was shut down by a sword.
Warm blood flowed from his neck, and tengchuan's throat thumped a few times. He didn't say a word, but his eyes were full of unwilling color.
Poop.
Tengchuan fell to his knees and died in peace.
Everyone was stunned.
The sword saint was so strong that he killed the sword God before even the sword came out?
Is there anyone else in this world his opponent?
Ye Chen said faintly, "in fact, tengchuan's strength is not so weak, and he shouldn't lose so quickly. The defeat lies in that he pays attention to appearance and doesn't have a heart to kill."
"Are you still talking sarcastic? After a while, the sword of the sword saint will face us. Do you want to die?"
Approaching death, Xiao Zhao became a little crazy.
Mu Wan painfully patted her back, anxious in her heart.
What about this?
She can't tell her in words that ye Chen is very strong, even stronger than the sword God in front of her.
The key is that Xiao Zhao won't believe it.
Su Xueqing was also anxious.
"Husband, just do it, save Xiao Zhao's worry."
"I really don't want to fight such a weak chicken. I can't afford to lose this man."
Ye Chen said, "Hekun, go and deal with him. Remember to do what you can. If you really can't fight, you'll come back."
"Yes, master."
"By the way, I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you use weapons. Have you practiced?"
Wen Hekun scratched his head shyly.
"I'm quite proficient in marksmanship, but the cost of guns is very expensive, so I've been fighting empty handed."
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Ye Chen was speechless and complained.
With a wave of his big hand, a dozen long guns suddenly appeared in front of him.
"You can choose at will. How many shots do you want?"
"Really? Thank you, master."
Wen Hekun's eyes were reluctant to leave these babies, and he was very happy.
"That's it."
Wen Hekun picked up a golden spear, which matched his skill.
Ye Chen glanced at him, but he was not greedy, and only took one shot.
"OK, then use this gun to stab the old guy."
"No problem."
Wen Hekun burst out and rushed to the center of the sword saint.
"Can he do it?" Xiao Zhao was dubious.
Wen Hekun seems very fierce. I don't know how strong he is.