Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ye Jingyu quickly changed his moves. The sword was a little bit on the ground, and the man was already flying away.

Ashlan shot the shot in the air, but it was just a false move. He turned around suddenly and rushed towards Ye Zhan.

The Dongliu people who were watching the excitement couldn't help but ask: "Why the hell don't you explain it?"

The red-eyed one stared into the battle circle, then shook his head and said: "Ashilan's aura has changed, and her movements are several times faster than before. With my eyes, I can no longer accurately capture it."

Another person couldn't help but ask: "You can't even see clearly?"

"Yes, Baga, why are the people from the Central Plains so powerful? It seems that it will not be easy for our emperor to cross north."

"Don't let a dog spit out ivory from its mouth. Our emperor is the most powerful person in the world. As long as we can find Fengyiqin, it is not difficult to deal with them."

"Baga, don't hit me on the head all the time."

The red-eyed Xiaotian was hit again and couldn't help but cover his head. When they raised their heads, Ye Zhan's snow-like white robe sleeves had been dyed red.

"Uncle!"

Seeing that Ye Zhan was injured, Ye Jingyu immediately stabbed with his sword, making Ashlan laugh.

"It's good to come."

He turned his palm, like a whirlwind, and struck Ye Jingyu with a gloomy aura.

Jueying and others have been surrounding them. It's not that they don't take action, but Ye Jingyu and Ye Zhan in front of them have made a qualitative leap in the power of Lingquan. Even if they get there, they can't take action.

There was a crisp sound as Ashlan's finger touched the tip of the sword, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

Ye Jingyu felt that his strength was blocked and he was forced to take a few steps back.

Ashlan smiled proudly. His decades of plundered skills were more than enough to deal with a little emperor.

With a curl of his fingers, he grabbed Ye Jingyu's sword. Under the sunlight, Ye Jingyu was surprised to find that there was a gap in his sword blade.

How could a thief like Ashlan have such deep skills?Could it be that he had been hiding his clumsiness before?

While thinking about it, Ye Zhan flew over with his sword and sliced ​​Asilan's neck straight.

"Trash is trash. Even if we are alone at home, we are just two trash."

Ashilan's body rose into the air and dodged Ye Zhan's sword edge. A soft force burst out from both palms and struck Ye Jingyu's uncle and nephew one from the left and the other from the right.

At this time, Ashlan's momentum changed drastically, and she was able to survive one-on-one.

Fang Ruo couldn't help but grasp the dagger in her sleeve. If she were included in the attack, would he be able to beat Ashlan?

Just when she was about to take action, a figure in black flew from a distance and hung in the air like a kite.

The three of them were fighting below without paying attention, but Fangruo saw it and took a step back in horror.

Being able to stay in the air, what kind of terrifying skill is this?

The man's face was also covered with a black mask, revealing a pair of deep and cold eyes. He held a long black pipe in his right hand, which looked like a flute or a flute.

Seeing that the man was also looking at her, Fangruo took a few steps back. His strong aura almost made her kneel down and worship him on the spot.

The three people fighting in the field also noticed something was wrong. They separated and raised their heads at the same time.

The man looked at them coldly, or to be more precise, he looked at Ye Jingyu.

"I didn't expect that the Xiao family would give birth to a piece of trash like you. You can't even deal with such a piece of trash."

This man's voice was old, but it carried a supreme pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, making Ye Jingyu unable to breathe.