The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

The four masters were destroyed.

Si Wanwan and Ku Zhu looked at Ye Lingtian with dull expressions, and casually killed four grandmasters. How strong did they need to be to do this?

"is it beautiful?"

Ye Lingtian looked at Lihua.

"Ok!"

Lihua nodded seriously.

Ye Lingtian stretched out his hand and gently patted the blood-stained snowflakes on Lihua's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Lihua can only see this kind of beauty once."

"Oh!"

Lihua didn't know why.

"Go all the way to the right. There is another inn that is open. Go there."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

Si Wanwan took a deep look at Ye Lingtian. She stepped forward and grabbed Lihua's hand and said, "Lihua, let's go to the inn first."

Lihua looked at Ye Lingtian and said: "Ye Wuwei, do you still want to fight? This sword is for you..."

She picked up the blood sword from Ku Zhu and handed it to Ye Lingtian. She felt that Ye Lingtian would continue to fight.

Ye Lingtian laughed and said, "When I fight, I usually don't use a sword."

"Then...then be careful. We are waiting for you at the inn. We don't allow you to get hurt. We don't allow you to be like uncle. If you can't win, remember to run."

Lihua said seriously.

"it is good."

Ye Lingtian smiled and nodded.

Si Wanwan and others left quickly.

"Come out."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

Not far ahead, a middle-aged man holding a bloody oil-paper umbrella appeared. He held a long sword and stopped twenty meters away from Ye Lingtian.

"To be able to kill four peak masters with one move, Mr. Ye must also be a great master."

The middle-aged man whispered.

He is a strong man in the early stages of a Grand Master.

And this person is Du Xuanliang!

"Ok!"

Ye Lingtian smiled and nodded.

"I'm very curious about Mr. Ye's origins."

Du Xuanliang looked at Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and said: "I'm Ye Lingtian!"

"Third Young Master of Tianmen..."

Du Xuanliang's pupils shrank, and his eyes looked at Ye Lingtian, full of weirdness.

He had heard a lot about this third young master, but he didn't expect to meet him today.

Ye Lingtian looked at Du Xuanliang, smiled lightly and said: "Luowang Dizi first class, umbrella holder! No, he should be promoted to Tianzi first class now."

Du Xuanliang narrowed his eyes slightly: "As expected of the Third Young Master of Tianmen, he even knows the details of Du. No wonder so many people have fallen into your hands."

Everyone has their own story. His story is very simple. He comes from a family of military generals. He thought he could inherit his father's mantle, fight on the battlefield with a white horse and a silver saddle.

It's a pity that things are unpredictable, and he is just an illegitimate son born to a maid.

His father hated him, and his brothers and sisters ostracized him. He entered the officialdom and was constantly suppressed by his own people. In the end, he chose to join the trap and killed his father and those brothers and sisters with his own hands.

This trip to Tiandu was a special mission given by the superiors.

Before leaving, he had to find something to do for the person who took over his position, and it happened that that person had also run against him.

He has no friends, only a blood-stained oil-paper umbrella and a sharp sword.

"Actually...I don't really want to see you right now."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

"Why?"

Du Xuanliang asked curiously.

"It's very cold tonight, the snow is heavy, and the death of a tragic person always affects the mood."

Ye Lingtian shook his head.

Du Xuanliang smiled and said: "Actually, I don't want to see the Third Young Master. After all, the snare killers who have dealings with the Third Young Master will basically end up not much better. But unfortunately, I ran into the Third Young Master. This is a life and death game for me!"

"Oh?"

Ye Lingtian looked at Du Xuanliang.

Du Xuanliang said seriously: "If I can kill the third young master, and I have this merit, I can be promoted to the first level of Tianzi this time. If I fail, I can only die."

Facing other people, with his great master's cultivation, he naturally has no fear, but when it comes to this weird and unpredictable Third Young Master, he has no confidence at all.

But this is indeed an opportunity.

In the net, there is a mission to assassinate the Third Young Master Ye Lingtian. Some people took it before, but they all died. Now he can try it.

"The snow is heavy and the umbrella is good."

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly.

"If I lose, I will give this umbrella to the Third Young Master."

Du Xuanliang put away the blood-red oil-paper umbrella and carefully put it aside.

This umbrella had been with him for a long time, and he didn't want it to be buried in the snow on the street and trampled on by people.

"it is good!"

Ye Lingtian nodded slightly.

狰！

Du Xuanliang pulled out his long sword and whispered: "This sword has no name, but it is very sharp."

"A sword without a name is usually not simple."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

"Swords and people are actually similar. Some are destined to become famous soldiers from the moment they are forged, while others are destined to be unknown. This sword is nameless. If I die, I will be nameless. After all... ..No one will really remember me.”

A smile appeared on Du Xuanliang's face.

"That's right. The Nameless Sword should be extraordinary. I can let you use it."

Ye Lingtian looked calm.

"Thank you, Third Young Master! This sword of mine does have a name. I just temporarily named it...battlefield!"

Du Xuanliang's eyes lit up, he swung his sword and struck Ye Lingtian with it.

This sword is very strong, containing all his strength and his lifelong helplessness.

A hundred-meter sword energy erupted, the snowflakes in the sky and the earth danced crazily, and strong winds blew with a harsh whistling sound. It seemed that there were thousands of troops and horses fighting inside, and the scene was huge.

"..."

Ye Lingtian looked at the hundred-meter sword energy with a calm expression.

boom!

Just when the Hundred Meter Sword Qi was about to hit him, he reached out and grabbed the Hundred Meter Sword Qi directly, making it difficult for him to move down at all.

boom!

Ye Lingtian squeezed hard, and the hundred-meter sword energy instantly shattered.

puff!

Du Xuanliang spurted out a mouthful of blood, his aura was messy, his expression was extremely dejected, he was defeated!

Ye Lingtian took a step forward and came to Du Xuanliang's side in an instant.

"I lost!"

Du Xuanliang closed his eyes and died peacefully.

"The winner is king, go on the road with peace of mind."

Ye Lingtian reached out and held Du Xuanliang's head, and a devouring force burst out.

After a moment.

Du Xuanliang turned into a withered skeleton.

Ye Lingtian's true energy was partially replenished.

He glanced at Du Xuanliang's body and picked up the bloody oil-paper umbrella next to him.

Open the oil paper umbrella.

Ye Lingtian was slightly startled when he saw the pictures in the umbrella. They were pictures of battles on the battlefield, with a hint of solemnity.

He opened the oil-paper umbrella and placed it on Du Xuanliang's body. This oil-paper umbrella should go with him.

"Xueli!"

Ye Lingtian spoke softly.

call out!

Mu Xueli flew over with an oil-paper umbrella.

He came to Ye Lingtian's side and held up the oil-paper umbrella.

"The snow scenery is beautiful, let's go for a walk together."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

The two of them walked forward.

"You get hurt too easily."

Mu Xueli said softly.

"As long as you don't die!"

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly.