Yan Qishan and Qin Batian's participation in the battle caused the situation to become chaotic. The Song, Ye, and Chu families no longer watched quietly. Instead, they roared and rushed towards the people brought by the Yan family and Qin Batian.
These people were very clear that they were not the opponents of these masters, but they did not mind getting rid of others. In an instant, the front of the villa became a killing field.
Swords and knives faced each other, cold light flashed everywhere, murderous aura soared, blood flew, and both sides suffered casualties. The difference in strength was immediately revealed.
But the three families obviously had more people, so the Yan family was forced to retreat. Yan Liuyun was as light as a swallow. He shuttled through the crowd, knocking down one enemy after another, protecting his own side.
Chu Shao Feng mixed in the crowd and suddenly rushed out, preparing to sneak attack Yan Liuyun. But Yan Liuyun's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He successfully counterattacked, hitting his chest and falling to the ground.
Among the four masters of the capital, Yan Liuyun was first, followed by Song Yu, Ye Ke, and Chu Shao Feng. After Chu Shao Feng suffered a big loss in the hands of Tang Zheng, his reputation declined. Coupled with the fall of the Chu family, the title of the four masters of the capital was in jeopardy.
Chu Shao Feng wanted to revive his prestige, so he prepared to sneak attack Yan Liuyun. But he did not think that his strength was not enough. He was easily counterattacked by Yan Liuyun, causing serious injuries.
When Ye Ke saw this, she couldn't stay out of the matter. She came to Yan Liuyun's front in an open and aboveboard manner. She cupped her fist and said gracefully: "Yan Shao, I ask for your advice."
Yan Liuyun's expression became cold and serious. Ye Ke was not comparable to Chu Shao Feng. Among the four masters of the capital, Ye Ke was very low-key, but her strength could not be underestimated.
"Please!"
Yan Liuyun cupped his fist and attacked.
The two people's movements were very fast, as if they were dancing. They shuttled back and forth in the crowd to dodge. They were fighting very happily.
Ye Tianming was not idle. Although he had not reached the level of a master, he was also a Xiantian master. His strength was profound, and he had already hit many people.
Suddenly, in this chaotic battle, the Yan family was at a disadvantage.
Sou Sou Sou!
Suddenly, three figures came from a distance, especially one sword that was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Ye Tianming, blocking his attack.
Ye Tianming's pupils shrank as he exclaimed: "Dingdang!"
Because of the coincidence, Ye, not only practiced the Jade Heart Sutra, but also the Wind swordsmanship skill. and with her close relationship with Tang Zheng, her, her cultivation, her's, and her close relationship, Wind swordsmanship's's's, Wind swordsmanship, and Wind Sword. and because of a coincidence, because, because, and, and her's, she, Wind swordsmanship, and her..... and.. s................
Ye Tianlei and Feng Siniang originally did not notice this point, but this time when they heard the news and rushed over, they finally noticed this point. They were both surprised and had mixed feelings.
As parents, being surpassed by their daughter was naturally something to be happy about, but they also felt a little jealous.
Ye Dingdang was very clear that her parents were slightly inferior to Ye Tianming. Moreover, Ye Tianlei remembered their brotherhood. Of course, he could not go all out, or he would be at a disadvantage.
Ye Dingdang could not stand by and watch her parents put themselves in danger, so she bravely took on this burden. She did not have much feelings for Ye Tianming. After all, she had not even spoken to him a few times.
The Breeze Sword in Ye Dingdang's hands showed its power. It complemented the Wind swordsmanship. This was the first time she used the Breeze Sword to fight, so she could not use it freely at first.
But even so, Ye Tianming's expression was very interesting.
He had not paid much attention to Ye Dingdang. After all, she was just a junior who suddenly appeared, so he naturally ignored her.
But at this moment, when he saw her swordsmanship, all the contempt in his heart disappeared. He was full of shock and looked at her in disbelief.
"Ye Dingdang, how did you become so powerful?"
Ye Dingdang snorted coldly and did not say a word. She stabbed her sword as fast as lightning. The Wind swordsmanship was about speed and accuracy. She had already memorized the essence of the swordsmanship. Naturally, it was very powerful.
After more than ten moves, Ye Tianming knew that he was not Ye Dingdang's opponent.
He had practiced martial arts for decades, but he was actually suppressed by a junior. This was a great humiliation. He roared angrily and resisted.
But Ye Dingdang was still firmly suppressing him, so he could not do anything. There were already many wounds on his body, and he was in a sorry state.
Ye Meiyu hid behind the crowd and looked at Ye Meiyu from afar. She was in a daze and muttered to herself, "How did this bitch become so powerful?"
Ye Meiyu had been secretly competing with Ye Dingdang. Ever since Ye Dingdang's family of three broke away from the Yeh family, she had been complacent for a long time.
In addition, she had set up a marriage contract with Song Yu, which gave her the illusion that she was the winner. She did not put Ye Dingdang in her eyes at all.
But at this moment, seeing that her father, whom she had always respected, was no match for Ye Dingdang, all her confidence collapsed, and her heart turned to ashes.
She asked her fiancé, Song Yu, in a panic, "What's going on?"
Song Yu's eyes were vicious, as if they could spit out fire. He glared at Ye Dingdang fiercely. Originally, he could have had Ye Dingdang, but all of this was because of Tang Zheng's interference, causing his plan to fail. He had no choice but to compromise and get engaged to Ye Dingdang.
He was extremely clear about Ye Meiyu's romantic affairs. Comparing Ye Meiyu and Ye Dingdang, one was a phoenix in the sky and the other was a crow on the ground. The difference between them was obvious.
Hearing her question, Song Yu said snappily, "Aren't you a member of the Yeh family? If you don't know, how would I know?"
Ye Meiyu was furious after being scolded. She glared at Song Yu angrily. Song Yu's eyes turned cold, causing her to feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She kept quiet out of fear.
"Let's go. This place is too dangerous." Ye Meiyu admitted defeat and said coquettishly.
She had originally come to watch the show. With her little skills, she would only be sending herself to her death. Moreover, how could she, who had been pampered since she was young, really make a move?
Now that there was no show to watch and there was even the danger of losing her life, of course she didn't want to stay any longer.
Song Yu looked at her with disdain and shouted angrily, "Scram!"
Then, Song Yu once again rushed into the battle. Song Yu still believed that his master could kill Tang Zheng, so how could he give up halfway and run away? Not only would this cause him to lose face, it would also cause his master to look down on him, which was the most fatal thing. His sword techniques still had a long way to go, and if he did not have his master to guide him, then his martial arts would almost reach the end.
Ye Meiyu glared fiercely at Song Yu's back as it disappeared into the crowd, and muttered: "What are you being so fierce for, I won't play with you, if you die in the end, then so be it."
Song Yu did not know that he had been cursed by his fiancee. Seeing that Yan Qishan and Qin Batian were entangled with Ye Xuanji and Chu Mingxuan, Tang Zheng finally had time to attack Song Jianan who was in the crowd, while Song Hanjun and his father, Song Jianan, stood on the same side as Tang Zheng, working together to resist Tang Zheng.
Even so, Tang Zheng was not at a disadvantage at all. The War Soul Sword's sword light flashed, forcing the two of them to stagger back.
Song Yu's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. With a low roar, he quietly launched a sneak attack on Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng moved and immediately discovered Song Yu's figure. With a backhand slash, the War Soul Sword pierced through Song Yu's abdomen. With a shake of his arm, Song Yu flew into the crowd like a kite with a broken string. He fell into a pool of blood and was even ruthlessly stepped on by a few people.
"Yu 'er!" Song Hanjun screamed in shock and rushed to Song Yu's side. He helped him up, only to see that his entire body was covered in blood, and he no longer had the bearing of an elegant young master.
Although that sword strike was not fatal, it still caused Song Yu to suffer. His breath was weak as he said weakly, "Father, you must kill Tang Zheng."
Song Hanjun clenched his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Don't worry, with Senior Sword God here, none of the enemies today will be let off."
As he spoke, he looked into the villa. Behind the window, the few beautiful faces were exceptionally clear.
"Tang Zheng's luck with women is not shallow, to actually hide so many women in the golden house. Hmph, he hurt my son, so I'll kill his woman and make him wish he was dead." Song Hanjun gritted his teeth.
"Whiz!"
Song Hanjun was like a gust of wind as he rushed towards the villa.
Tang Zheng glanced at Song Hanjun's movements from the corner of his eyes. He was well aware of his intentions, but he did not stop him, as if he did not see him at all.
Song Hanjun rushed to the door, extremely excited. In his subconscious mind, these women looked beautiful, but they were all weak people, and killing them would be a piece of cake.
As for whether or not he would feel guilty about killing a group of women and children, that was definitely not the case. He could even kill his own servants who had been with him for many years, so why wouldn't he be able to kill a few strange women?
The door was kicked open by him. With a shake of his sword, he pierced in. The sword light was cold and dense.
Bang!
Suddenly, a palm silently struck his chest. His chest suddenly caved in, and a clear palm print was imprinted on his chest.
He was like a kite with a broken string as he flew backwards. The sword in his hand involuntarily flew out of his hand.
The sky and earth were spinning. He was absolutely sure that his blood was boiling. His face and ears were red, and blood was flowing out of his eyes. He landed heavily on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the ground red.
"Who hurt me? Aren't there only a few women inside? Why am I injured? "
He was panting like an ox, and his face was getting redder and redder. However, he could not figure out what was going on.
This was clearly an easy task, but he had messed it up. He raised his head with difficulty and looked towards the house. He saw a person standing at the door, a calm woman.
He noticed his hand and immediately understood that he had been hit by her.
Wu Yuan looked at Song Hanjun from afar. That attack just now was with all her strength, without any fanciful movements. The power of the Fire Nether Divine Palm was fully displayed. She did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, because there was no need for that.
That palm strike had already broken his heart meridian. He was dead for sure.
Sure enough, Song Hanjun's breathing became more and more hurried, and more and more blood flowed out of his eyes. He still stared at Wu, wanting to say a few ruthless words, but he was unable to say anything. He could only hear a whimpering sound coming from his throat.
Suddenly, his entire body stiffened and he fell down, his life force severed.
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