Volume 1, Chapter 129: Thunder is coming out, killing the gods.

When they reached the exit of the secret passage, Feng He had been waiting for a long time.

Stand up.

"Brother, are you done?"

Ye Tingmu looked at his second brother, nodded, and patted his shoulder.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Ye Tingmu couldn't tell whether he was feeling sad or heartbroken.

He was a prince and should have enjoyed all the glory, lived in a high building, and eaten delicious food.

A life of glory.

He was the youngest son of the Nine Provinces, and should have inherited the throne and ruled the people when the time came.

Dominate the world.

But now, it is because of the selfishness of some people.

He lived in a thatched hut in the mountains and fasted since he was young.

Feel the cold and suffering of the world.

That would be fine, he was just a child, what could he have done wrong to deserve such a fatal disaster.

The handsome boy still had a resolute look on his face, but his hands were covered with calluses.

In his sharp face, although he is only fifteen years old, he has a calmness and vicissitudes that are not expected for his age.

All this was not what he wanted, but was forced upon him by life.

During these five years, Ye Tingmu knew best that although Feng He was silent, he seemed to have no worries.

However, the scene of the entire village being massacred tormented and troubled him for five whole years.

How could he not know that he sometimes talked in his sleep?

There are only two reasons why he is unwilling to tell him the truth now.

First, it is not the right time yet. He is not sure whether Feng He can accept such a result. If he knows, will he be filled with new hatred in his heart again?

Second, the incident in Yejia Village was a knot in his heart. If he knew that all this was caused by him, he would definitely think that the 600 lives in the village were all killed by him. That would be too cruel for him, as he was only 15 years old.

Ye Tingmu was unwilling to tell him all this unless it was absolutely necessary, until the day when he had the ability to take back what he had lost.

Even if you encounter a myriad of evils, I, as your eldest brother, will bear them for you.

"Feng He, you have suffered a lot over the years."

His tone was a little low, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feng He was a little confused and didn't know why his elder brother suddenly said such sentimental words.

He scratched his head and said in confusion: "Brother, why are you suddenly saying this?"

Ye Tingmu sniffed angrily.

"It's okay, I just want to say that we will have money in the future and eat delicious food every day."

Feng He laughed out loud when he heard that.

"I don't mind, but the third one will definitely be very happy."

Ye Tingmu nodded heavily.

"Let's go back. Didn't they say they were going to steal Dongfang Yuan's drunken immortal? It's too late to go back. Don't let them finish drinking. I'm also very greedy."

Feng He said seriously: "Don't worry, brother, I have already made arrangements and will definitely keep it for you."

"Yeah?"

"certainly."

"Let me tell you, out of the four of you, you are the most reliable."

Feng He held his head high, looking very proud.

There are not many things that can make him happy, and Ye Tingmu’s praise is one of them.

Led by Lin An, the three of them left the secret room.

As he just came out of the secret room, Ye Tingmu frowned.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then he drew his sword with his right hand.

"Who are you? Get out here."

While talking.

The sword comes out.

Thunder roars.

The sword in his hand is like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the purple light.

Countless purple lightnings appeared, gathered, and scattered in an instant.

Ye Tingmu also shot up at the same moment.

Wrapped in thunder.

A sword slashed at the roof.

Sizzling sound...

The purple lightning was like a dragon.

With a loud bang.

The roof was directly broken open.

Wood chips and broken tiles were scattered all over the ground.

Making ping-bang sounds.

And when Ting Mu appeared.

It has already appeared above the house.

In front of him, there was a man in black holding a sword blocking him.

Ye Tingmu gritted his teeth secretly. The black-clothed man in front of him was at the third level of the Sixth Realm Divine Wandering.

I guess this is the person that Lin An mentioned, the Northern Maniac King arranged to follow him.

But sending such a person to follow me is just asking for death, isn't it?

He gathered strength in his hands.

Before the thunder dissipates, draw your sword.

This sword is the first sword, and it can control the wind when it is swung.

The wind moves people, as fast as a startled ray of light.

The man in black also reacted extremely quickly.

When Ye Tingmu swung out his second sword, he also swung out his sword.

He was not surprised at Ye Tingmu's fighting ability. The intelligence had mentioned Ye Tingmu's fighting ability and he had killed Shenyou Bazhong.

However, the task he received was not to kill this boy, but to monitor him.

I don't intend to fight to the end.

The two men fought with swords again in the air.

"clang..." sound.

Accompanied by the collision of swords.

A roar followed.

Then, the house beneath their feet collapsed.

Ye Tingmu raised the tip of his sword, and the long blade turned into thunder and lightning.

The black sword slashed horizontally.

Once upon a time...

Blood spilled in the sky.

The black man actually had his arm cut off.

The length of this sword is one-third longer than other swords.

It was this one-third that caused the black man to be unable to dodge.

Originally, he thought that he could block the sword with the protective true qi from his spiritual state.

But he didn't expect that this sword could turn into thunder and become an earth weapon.

How could he stop it?

With the arm cut off.

The black-clad man's eyes were red.

He was angry but chose to retreat.

He knew that he was no match for Ye Tingmu and that staying would mean death.

He swung his sword, turned around, and stepped on a beam that was in mid-air but had not yet hit the ground.

Jump up.

Then prepare to leave.

Ye Tingmu dodged the airflow caused by the sword by turning sideways.

Cold eyes.

"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving."

Everything happened so fast.

The two of them struck each other with three swords, but it lasted less than a breath.

The house beneath my feet has collapsed.

Feng He also dragged Lin An out of the house at this time.

Looking at the man in black who was about to escape in the air.

There was a golden light flashing in his eyes.

The muscles in the hands swell.

The long sword was thrown out suddenly.

With a whoosh...sound.

The broadsword was as sharp as an arrow, striking the man's back.

"Come down here, old man."

The man in black felt a gust of wind, and then turned around and saw the big knife with a sharp cold light rushing towards him.

In desperation, he could only turn around and block.

Bang....

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank slightly.

Feng He is too strong.

He was in the air and had no way to gain any leverage.

Plus he lost an arm.

Even though he was in the sixth realm of spiritual wandering, he was still knocked down by Feng He's sword.

Fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Feng He suddenly rushed out with a swift movement, and passed by in a flash.

Catch the long sword in mid-air.

Hold it with both hands and chop it down suddenly.

Bang.....

“clang…”

A cloud of dust rose up and immediately enveloped the two of them.

Then the man in black shot out, shouting angrily, "You're looking for death."

However, Ye Tingmu has already arrived at this time. I think it is you who is seeking death today.

He gathered power on his sword and swung it out with a thunderous strike.

The sword rose and turned into thunder.

Exploded into the air.

The soil and rocks around were shattered, and black marks were left on the ground.

His entire figure also dissipated along with the lightning, and he suddenly moved forward.

bass.....

Bang....

When he appeared, Ye Tingmu was already several meters behind that person.

The thunder also passed through his chest.

"ah....."

PS: Hydrology ing

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