[System] Discussion on the Correct Method of Lalang Matching

Chapter 39 The Ancestral Land Was Attacked

【Hero Twilight】

In the middle of the night, the last trace of blood was blown away by the night wind, and the air in the tunnel was frozen, only the sound of fast moving and the rubbing of cloth.

Wu Yu and Ye Ning'an walked in front, holding their hands tightly together. It has been two quarters of an hour since Ye Haochuan and the leader of the Blood Blade Cult went out to fight, and they don't know what the situation is.

The leader of the Blood Blade Sect quickly took three steps to the side and back, avoiding the edge of the menacing Feng Wenjian, and kept the demon knife by his side without taking it out.

Ye Haochuan was anxious in his heart, and his sword moved a little faster, forcing the leader of the Blood Blade Cult to take out the demon sword to fight him.The cracked blade of Feng Wenjian began to tremble violently, unable to withstand Ye Haochuan's sudden infusion of internal force, it let out a buzzing sound of mourning.

"Heh, Ye Haochuan, aren't you afraid that Feng Min's sword will break, and I will kill you with one blow?" The leader of the Blood Blade Sect dodged the sweeping sword edge, mocking with a smile.

"Don't be afraid of death! Ning Changfeng, when you betrayed your master and killed your master and brother, I should have killed you with a single sword!"

"Haha, why do you regret it now? My senior brother, back then you concealed your identity and went to Guxueya to study as a teacher. Why? Isn't it because of the old immortal's unique mind. I said I would give it to you because you don't want it."

Ning Changfeng, the leader of the Blood Blade Sect, laughed twice, and hit Ye Haochuan's chest with a palm, forcing him to take two steps back, the sword was in a mess, and the situation turned sharply.

Ye Haochuan swallowed the surging Qi and blood, forcibly raised his Qi, and rushed forward again with a loud shout.

The robe is stained with blood, Feng Min wants to break, and the hero is late.

When Ye Ning'an and his group arrived at the ancestral land, they found that the guards who had originally guarded the ancestral land were all dead, with no breath left, and they had all died long ago.

Someone came out from the darkness while laughing, "Young Master Ye, no, it's time to call you Master Ye. We meet again. I wonder if Master Ye still remembers me as a little man?"

Ye Ning'an looked at the people who were coming, reached out his hand to stop the disciple who was about to rush over, and said coldly: "That day, on the way from Jincheng to Daozhou, you were the one who robbed Wu Yu."

"Indeed, I am. Presumably, Lord Ye has never heard of my name, and I..."

"Needless to say, I'm not interested in knowing the name of a dying person." Ye Ning'an's suppressed sadness and anger suddenly burst out at this moment, and his usual calmness and rationality were all gone.

Yue Fu narrowed his eyes dangerously, and smiled: "Master Ye is so confident, it must be me who will die?"

Ye Ning'an let go of Wu Yu's hand, motioned for the disciples next to him to protect him, and then threw himself forward with his sword.

The sword was fierce, like a dragon coming out of a pool, or a tiger coming down a mountain, Yue Fu's originally leisurely expression suddenly became serious, his figure quickly retreated, he raised his hand and slapped the blade away, but was scratched by the crossing blade arm.

After retreating tens of meters, Yue Fu stabilized his figure, looked at Ye Ning'an with a dark look, his injured arm was hanging by his side, slowly pulled out a long knife from his waist, sneered, and charged forward.

Ye Ning'an didn't dodge or dodge, a spark was sparked when the swords collided, the two faced each other and then quickly separated, Yue Fu's long sword was playing fiercely, the knife and knife slashed at the vital point, but it couldn't hurt Ye Ning'an didn't do anything, instead he dodged left and right, and Ye Ning'an repeatedly cut several wounds on his body.

After another move, Yue Fu flaunted a move, jumped out of the battle circle, and said: "The Qiushui Sword Art really deserves its reputation. I, Yue Fu, was lucky enough to see it today, and I thank Lord Ye for his teaching. I will repay this favor."

As he said that, Yue Fu raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Yu who was surrounded by everyone behind Ye Ning'an, and said in a high voice: "It seems that Ye Haochuan, the previous castle master, lost to our leader Ning, and he is about to die. If I go back, I should still have time to collect a corpse."

Ye Ning'an froze with the sword in his hand, and his body was slightly stiff. Yue Fu looked at the gap, swept the long knife across, and slashed across Ye Ning'an's neck.

Wu Yu watched in horror, and was distracted by the news that Yue Fu said that Ye Haochuan was about to die. When he recovered, he saw Yue Fu slashing at Ye Ning'an with a knife. "careful!"

"Clang"!Ye Ning'an raised his sword to block the long knife that was slashing towards his neck, exerted a little force with his hands, separated the cold edge of the long knife, pressed the long knife under the sword, and pulled out a soft sword from his waist with his backhand , flexible like a snake, piercing Yue Fu's waist and abdomen instantly.

Yue Fu was in pain, and wanted to move the long knife away, but Ye Ning'an seemed desperate. He didn't care about the knife on his neck, and thrust the soft sword into his body with all his strength. .

Immediately, Yue Fu felt blood flow out of his body drop by drop. He was terrified and desperately tried to get back the long knife, but was held down by Ye Ning'an's sword and couldn't move: "No, no, I don't want to die, I can't die, I haven't sat on the position of leader, I haven't ruled the rivers and lakes, and I haven't made the world respect me as the master, I can't die, I can't..."

The hoarse words stopped abruptly, Yue Fu's eyes widened in disbelief, his breath gradually weakened, until he fell to the ground with a thud, and there was no more sound.

Those who followed him to the ancestral land of Yejiabao, some died while fighting with the guards, and some were afraid that those people would learn Yejiabao's martial arts and kill them. If they didn't die, if they didn't Die, maybe I can still live...

Ye Ning'an stood where he was, his shoulders were stained red with blood. At that time, in order to hold down Yue Fu's long knife, he stuck the blade into his bone so that he could free his hand to kill him.

His body staggered and swayed a few times before losing his strength. Wu Yu immediately pushed away the person standing in front of him and ran over to support Ye Ning'an. When he saw the injury on his body, his eyes turned red. These artificial lives have no heart, but why does it hurt so much in the place called the heart of human beings?

"Young master, young master, are you alright?" The disciples who followed hurriedly gathered around and asked Ye Ning'an about his injuries.

They were just a group of teenagers who hadn't yet been crowned, and the biggest one among them was already nervous about the sudden change. Now if Ye Ning'an fell down again, they would be even more flustered.

With the help of Wu Yu's strength, Ye Ning'an supported his body and stood up with a steady and natural voice: "I'm fine, let's go in quickly."

He himself knew that his situation was not optimistic at the moment. His body was seriously injured and his internal energy was severely depleted.

Ye Ning'an and Wu Yu both heaved a sigh of relief seeing those youngsters entering the ancestral land and being safe for the time being. Fortunately, Yejiabao still had some vitality.

"Young Master, Young Master Wu, come in quickly." A disciple urged at the door.

Wu Yu glanced at Ye Ning'an, smiled and said to the disciple: "We have to go back to save other people. You should be careful inside and learn martial arts well before you come out."

"Young master, you are seriously injured, you have to come in first to heal your injuries!"

"Yeah yeah."

Wu Yu looked at the scene, and if Ning An didn't go in, these people wouldn't go in at all, and it happened that he didn't want Ning An to take risks, so he went by himself.

"Ning An, you pretend to go in with them, and I will pull you out when you get to the door."

Ye Ning'an held Wu Yu's hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "You have to make sure that you won't take risks alone."

Wu Yu shook his head quickly.

Only then did Ye Ning'an slowly walk towards the entrance of the ancestral land. Wu Yu supported his arm with one hand and put one hand on his waist. Pushing it in, he quickly closed the entrance to the ancestral land from the outside.

Unprepared, Ye Ning'an was pushed in by him, turned around and was about to rush out, but his feet were weak, but he fell to his knees on the ground. The disciples beside him rushed up to help him, but he waved away.

"Wu Yu, what are you doing! Pull me out quickly!"

Wu Yu smiled and shook his head at him: "I'll be fine, don't worry Ning An, even if you don't see me when you come out, don't worry, I won't die, you know this much better than others, don't you?" ?”

Ye Ning'an's limbs were weak, and he could only watch the stone gate at the entrance fall little by little, covering Wu Yu's soft hair, clear eyes, and the corners of his mouth with a smile, until his eyes fell into darkness, and the whole world lost Wu Yu's face. figure.

"Wu Yu, don't go!" Only this roar remained in the silent ancestral land, and then there was no sound.

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