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Ye Jing ranks eleventh among the fellow disciples. Although he is young, because he worshiped under Ye Changsheng's sect, he has a very high seniority since he was a child. Most of the disciples in the sect call him Eleventh Martial Uncle or Junior Martial Uncle.In the eyes of all Jianzhong disciples, this little master uncle is a very gentle and kind person. In addition, he is endowed with aura in the way of swordsmanship. When the young disciples in the school encounter bottlenecks in the way of swordsmanship, they are willing Knocking on his courtyard door secretly in the middle of the night.

If it is said that Ye Changsheng, the patriarch of the Ye family, has the mind of the master of Guangfeng Jiyue, then Ye Jing has the temperament of misty mountains, bright moon and clear breeze.Ye Changsheng also said personally that among his twelve direct disciples, Ye Jing was the most peaceful.

If there were two words to describe Ye Jing, it would be no contest.

This always gentle disciple of the Ye family has lived a normal life all his life. He gets up every morning, reads books and practice swords, always wears a clean blue and white robe, and always holds a snow-white long sword.

The world said that he killed teachers and ancestors, said that he was bloodthirsty, and thought that he must be an unusual person with an unusual experience.But in fact, the first half of Ye Jing's life couldn't be more ordinary and ordinary. He was just a disciple of Jianzhong who devoted himself to Taoism.

Knowing that Ye Changsheng wanted to use him to forge a sword, he brought the sword into the Changsheng Pavilion on a moonlit night, not for the purpose of killing his master, but because he wanted to untie the sword and return it to its original owner.Everything in this life was bestowed by Ye Family Sword Tomb, Ye Changsheng, and he never had the slightest rebellious intention to kill until the moment before the murder.

He always remembered that he was Ye Jing, Ye from the Ye Family Sword Tomb.

Until he knelt in the hall, Ye Changsheng said to him: "Ye Jing, as a child of the Ye family, we have lived for the world and for the way of swordsman in this life. Your misery and grievances alone are not worth compared with the world. Mention."

Ye Jing knows, Ye Jing understands, Ye Jing really understands.

But when he knelt down and kowtowed and said the sentence "If the disciple doesn't want to", he finally understood what he meant.

After the dispute, he bowed his head three times, and calmly asked the patriarch of the Ye family who had raised him for 17 years, "If the disciple is willing to abolish the Ye family's martial arts, fold his hands, and never enter the Ye family's sword grave again in this life, can the disciple survive? "

He will never forget Ye Changsheng's look.

He said, "You really don't deserve to be a member of the Ye family."

The moment Ye Jing untied her saber and placed it at Ye Changsheng's feet, she heard these words softly ringing in her ears.

17 years of master-student friendship, 17 years of gentleman's swordsmanship, suddenly disappeared in a single thought.What is positive?What is evil?What is benevolence and righteousness?What is evil?With a three-foot green sharp edge and a passion for blood, a gentleman stands between the heaven and the earth, and after living for decades, what is the way to seek it?

Ye Jing thought, there is no distinction between good and evil in swordsmanship in the world.With the sword in my hand, it is nothing more than killing or not killing.

Moonlit Night Changsheng Pavilion, Ye Jing, the No. 40 sixth-generation disciple of the Ye family sect, was possessed by a single thought.

The moment Ye Changsheng lowered his body and took away Ye Jing's saber, Ye Jing closed his eyes, raised his hand and cut Changsheng with the sword.

In the Pavilion of Eternal Life, Ye Jing stood with his sword in his hand, waving his sword aura with all his sleeves. Looking at the young man in black clothes and black eyes in front of him, he seemed to have the mood of that day again for a moment.

Hu Hai leaned against the gate of the palace, relying on the internal force in his palm to support Ye Jing's sword energy, his face gradually turned pale, and he stepped back a little bit.No matter how talented he is, after all, he grew up in a deep palace since he was a child. In terms of cultivation and realm, he is absolutely no match for Ye Jing, who was taught by Ye Changsheng, a master of swordsmanship.

The sword energy swayed, and the Changsheng Pavilion was in a mess. Ye Jing's sword energy didn't know what was activated, and the whole hall began to shake.Ye Jing didn't realize it, looked at Hu Hai who was a little helpless, raised her hand and used two fingers to pull out another long sword behind her back.

Zhang Liang already sensed the strangeness of Ye Jing's sword energy, and pressed his hand on the sapphire flute to reach the ground, only feeling that the mighty sword energy beneath the ground was surging like a raging sea.He looked at Ye Jing who was still urging the sword energy, turned his head to Hu Hai suddenly and said: "Force him to stop, something is wrong underneath!" If this continues, the sword energy from the ground can lift the mountain, At that time, none of the people in this palace will be able to escape, and they will all have to give up their lives.

Hu Hai looked at Ye Jing, swallowing the bloody smell in his throat little by little, then he watched Ye Jing slowly raise his hand to urge the long sword, and the sword came straight towards him.

"Hu Hai! Force him to stop!" Zhang Liang roared violently, his voice changing intonation in a hurry.

Hu Hai looked at the long sword that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were gloomy and dark like never before.Just when the sword was only half a foot away from him, a sword Qi Chopping Wind came from behind and directly cut off Ye Jing's long sword.

Wei Zhao stepped into the Changsheng Pavilion with one foot, put one hand on the shoulder of Hu Hai who was standing at the gate of the palace, and stabilized Hu Hai's figure that was shaken away by the sword energy.

"The internal strength is pretty good." Wei Tiao said leisurely, pinching Hu Hai's shoulder bones casually.

After only pinching this once, Wei Tiao's men gave a sudden pause.

Hu Hai turned his head and saw Yu Zishi behind Wei Chou at a glance. His eyes lit up suddenly, and he suppressed the blood in his throat, "Sir."

Yu Zishi stretched out his hand to support Hu Hai from Wei Tiao's hand, and Hu Hai suddenly wrapped his neck around his neck and hugged him tightly, "Sir." The young man was trembling all over, and even his voice was broken due to the trembling that was lost and regained.

Yu Zishi hugged him, stroked his back, and comforted him little by little, "I'm fine." He was almost out of breath by the boy's strangulation, but he still hugged him tightly and refused to let go.Feeling the warm breath of the young man on his shoulder, Yu Zishi had the illusion that he didn't want to let go in this life and the next, "Are you all right?"

Hu Hai shook his head, looked at him and smiled, "It's okay."

Ye Jing looked at Wei Chou who walked into the main hall, his face still showed no reaction, suddenly he raised his sleeves, swung out a sleeve of sword energy, and went towards the non-existent Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was pressing the ground to stabilize his sword qi, his hands trembled, the way he looked at Ye Jing changed instantly, in his eyes, Ye Jing at this moment was a fucking mad dog.He withdrew his hand abruptly to avoid Ye Jing's sword energy. As soon as his hand left the ground, he felt the hall shake.

The sword energy under the ground was completely out of control.

At that moment, Zhang Liang's chest stagnated suddenly, his demeanor was completely lost, and he wanted to scold Ye Jing and his ancestors again.

At this moment, a majestic sword energy suddenly pressed down towards the ground, and a clear howling dragon chant resounded through Xuanwu Mountain. Wei Cho held the Longyuan sword and turned his hand to press on the black stone brick in the center of the Changsheng Pavilion.He turned to Ye Jing, suddenly smiled and said, "Boy, do you know how to play with a sword? How did the old man show you today?"

Ye Jing brushed the tip of the sword with his wide sleeve, and retracted the sword with his backhand, and said lightly: "Then I ask the old man to enlighten me."

Hearing Ye Jing's words, Wei Cho sneered, "Who said I fought with you?" He turned his head and shouted at Yu Zishi, "Zi Shi, come here!"

Yu Zishi, who was named by name, was taken aback, "Me?"

As soon as he said a word, Ye Jing raised his sword and saluted, "Then please enlighten me."

Before Yu Zishi could react, he was suddenly taken a step back by a huge force. Hu Hai stepped forward and raised his hand to directly meet the sword energy in Ye Jing's sleeve. Intense murderous intent.

Ye Jing pointed her sword at Hu Hai, her sword aura remained undiminished, and she glanced sideways at Wei Tiao who was using the Longyuan sword to suppress the underground sword aura, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wei Tiao couldn't make a move at the moment.The sword aura roaring underground is the sword aura of tens of thousands of swords in the Ye family's sword pool, and it is more than enough to level the 72 little Langya peaks, not to mention lifting the Xuanwu peak.At this time, Wei Cho was obviously using his life's kendo cultivation to support himself, not to mention making a move, he was just a hair away from being heartbroken.

Ye Jing looked up at Hu Hai leisurely again, and calmly raised her hand and raised her sword.This young man is no match for him, he knew it the moment he met the last move.The talent is good, but it lacks too much heat.He unhurriedly activated his sword energy little by little.

He was exhausting Hu Hai's internal strength.

Wei Chou suppressed the sword energy in the ground, felt the flow of multiple breaths in the hall, and suddenly calmed down.

Ye Jing, look, killing is really addictive, isn't it?Once the murderous intention arises, it will be difficult to restrain the sword energy in the sleeve.Feeling the fluctuation of Hu Hai's aura, he sighed leisurely, "Ye Jing, it's time for the blood of your Ye family to be cut off from heaven."

The blood in Hu Hai's throat rose up little by little, but his hands remained motionless for support, and he didn't take a step back.

Ye Jing looked at Hu Hai's increasingly condensed face, raised her hand to stimulate the sword energy in the ground, and said softly, "Stop, I'll leave you with a whole body."

Hu Hai's eyes were black with ink, his throat was full of blood, and he didn't say a word.He worried that his mouth would be full of blood gushing madly.

Ye Jing's sword is full of aura, his aura is almost integrated with the sword aura in his hand, what Ye Chang never imagined was that he wanted to use Ye Jing to refine the sword, but unexpectedly Ye Jing was refined into a sword by him.Human beings can distinguish between good and evil, and there is no good or evil in a sword. Ye Jing herself is a sword.So he unscrupulously stimulated the sword energy of tens of thousands of swords in the Ye Family's Sword Pool below, and he was not worried that the sword energy would get out of control and blow up the Xuanwu Mountain.

Wan Dao's sword energy enters my sword sleeve, killing people and slaughtering Dao, one person is enough.The young man stood in the hall in a snow-colored sword robe, with two blue sword patterns on his sleeves. He walked like a sword, with a pure temperament. He still looked like the little master of the Ye family who was studying under the tree in the small courtyard at the back of the mountain. .The nine sword masters of the Ye family who died under his sword, the disciples of the Ye clan who died under his sword, and the 40 bluestone monuments at the foot of Xuanwu Mountain all remember: No. [-] sixth generation disciples of the Ye clan Ye Jing, with a sword in hand, has never been defeated.

Finally, Ye Jing pointed at the hilt of the sword with her index finger, and with a bit of awe-inspiring sword energy, she roared out the aura of mountains and seas, and went straight to the black-clothed boy in front of her.

Hu Hai saw the sword energy that was getting closer and closer, and time seemed to slow down. The sword energy suddenly fell, and he couldn't hold back the momentum. He felt the sword energy in his chest, stepped back a few steps and knelt down on one knee on the ground.He raised his hand to cover his mouth, but the blood was still crazily overflowing from his fingers.

"Hu Hai!" Yu Zishi just yelled, when suddenly he was rolled up and crushed under him by the young man who jumped up instantly.

Hu Hai was born with Ye Jing's sword energy coming from the sky, and protected Yu Zishi under his body. His face was covered with blood, and it hit Yu Zishi's face little by little.Hu Hai didn't dare to speak at all, he was worried that if he spoke, all the blood would be sprayed on Yu Zishi's face.

Ye Jing looked at this scene, without hesitation, the long sword in the palace was driven by him, and all the sword energy was shaken in an instant, and he raised his hand to gather the sword energy and smashed it towards the two people on the ground.

Hu Hai clearly felt it, but he couldn't avoid it at all. He had no strength in his body. He tried his best to pull out a smile, leaned over and said softly to Yu Zishi under him, "Sir, I'm sorry." As soon as the words came out of his mouth , the blood in the boy's mouth instantly stained Yu Zi's blue skirt red.

Sorry sir, I really can't kill him.

Yu Zishi stared blankly at the young man who was still protecting him with such injuries, this young man who risked his life to protect him, this young man with blood all over his face but with a very clear smile, somewhere in his heart As if being pierced severely, the pain and burning heat filled his chest in an instant, and before he could say a word, Hu Hai closed his eyes for a moment, and the stone bricks on the ground were crushed in an instant with the hand supporting the ground, and he was deeply affected by Ye Jing's words. Qianjun sword energy.

"Hu Hai." As soon as Yu Zishi said that, he realized that he could hardly make a sound.Too late, like everything is too late, unfinished, undone, all will be truncated.

What is life and death, life and death is a thought.

Yu Zishi looked at Hu Hai's dark eyes that slowly opened, and his breath was stagnant for a moment. All the light and splendor he had seen in his life were far away from the star-like eyes of a young man.It wasn't until this moment that he finally fully believed that this boy liked him, so much that he was willing to take out his heart little by little and carefully put it in his palm, humble and cowardly, frank and fearless.

It's like the truth of an unsolved case that has been hidden under the clouds and mist has finally come to light.

Hu Hai slowly propped up his body, looked at Yu Zishi's stunned face, and reached out his hand to wipe away the blood on Yu Zishi's face little by little.

No, you can't just die here.The man under him has not yet admitted that he likes him, this man has no taste of himself, this man's world has not really been broken into by himself, and these pale eyes have just reflected his own figure.

He can't just die here, he still has a debt to recover from him for the rest of his life.

Wei Cho had been secretly feeling Hu Hai's aura fluctuations, and finally smiled slightly at this moment.

Perhaps too many years have passed, because no one has conquered it and no one has mentioned it. The world has forgotten that this Ye Family Sword Tomb was buried with a black long sword hundreds of years ago.

Feng Huzi, the number one sword master in the Spring and Autumn Period, once said that the sword is deep and black, and it is a pitch-black eye.The sword of the son of heaven cannot be held by people who are not emperors. Therefore, the ancestors of the Ye family sealed the sword under the Ye family's sword pool with meteorite black stones, and suppressed the mighty sword.

Ou Yezi cast Zhanlu, with one sword, Kyushu's luck was thunderous.