Volume 1, Chapter 191: The Thirty-Ninth Saint of the Northern Rogues, Feng Shanke
In the sky, the war between saints continues.
The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers intertwined.
The sky in Beimang seemed to have changed color.
The people of the Northern Rogue took to the streets.
Looking up at the strange colors in the sky.
I couldn't tell if it was fear or terror in their eyes. Some people were panicking, while others were kneeling devoutly.
After all, to ordinary people, saints are gods.
Ye Tingmu also caught up with a few people.
At this time, Hua Zhilu was being protected by Boss Zhou.
She looked at Ye Tingmu, wanting to say something but stopping herself, with a complicated look in her eyes.
Ye Tingmu said: "Let's talk about it when we get back..."
"Um."
The small building in the center of the pavilion is now in a state of chaos.
The sounds of footsteps, calls, and the loud shouts of the soldiers maintaining order blended into one.
People rushed out frantically.
It all happened too suddenly.
At this moment, Dahei's voice sounded in Ye Tingmu's mind.
"Hurry up, there are saints here."
Ye Tingmu was shocked. This was Dahei's message.
"several?"
"Besides the two in the sky, there are four more..."
"Four?"
Sure enough, King Wu Yan did not lie to him.
He cursed in his heart, but his palm was always holding Dongfang Shuo's true energy, ready to crush it at any time.
He dared not be arrogant.
When facing the extraordinary, I am still powerless.
I will definitely not be careless this time.
Moreover, he had just felt the power of the saint.
It's not something he can resist.
It only takes a single thought to cause one's body to perish.
"Let's go back to the Dongfang Mansion immediately."
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the long street ahead.
The wind is so strong that it can even blow people to the ground.
Ye Tingmu was shocked. This wind was strange and must be man-made.
Sure enough, a moment later, a figure walked out of the darkness.
The visitor was wearing a white robe and had his hair tied up.
Judging from his face, he is middle-aged.
He had a three-inch beard under his lips, and his eyes were indifferent but fierce.
Ye Tingmu looked up and lowered his eyes.
His expression even revealed a hint of panic.
"The first level of the Saint Realm."
He knew that this person was an enemy, not a friend.
At this time, Dongfang Xing had already brought his men over without anyone noticing.
"Qingzhu, are you okay?"
Ye Tingmu stopped and looked at the man in front of him warily.
The man also spoke slowly.
"Which of you is Ye Tingmu......"
Dongfang Xing heard this, pointed his sword and ordered, "Whoever is blocking the way ahead, take him down."
"promise....."
Dozens of constables drew their swords and rushed forward without hesitation.
Ye Tingmu wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
I saw a group of people rushing up.
There was a trace of disdain on the man's face.
"You don't know your own limits."
He just stretched out a finger and pointed at the air.
A gust of evil wind arose out of nowhere.
The wind is as strong as a sword.
Wherever the sword passes.
A blood mist will erupt.
Dozens of constables were actually dismembered by the wind blade.
Before he could even utter a scream, he turned into a pool of blood.
The torn bodies were scattered all over the street.
It's disgusting to watch.
However, the sword force transformed from the wind has not stopped yet.
Keep moving forward.
The people who were running around along the way were also strangled to pieces.
Ye Tingmu didn't dare to be careless at all.
The thunder comes out of the body.
With deliberate intent in his hand, the long sword was thrust straight into the ground.
The force of thunder rises.
Become a barrier.
Trying to block the sword.
However, how could he block the power of the saint's sword?
Almost at the touch of a button.
The sharp sword force had already torn through his thunder.
A huge shock wave swept across.
Ye Ting gritted his teeth secretly.
At this time, Dongfang Xing rushed out from the side, his broad sword making a gust of wind.
Cut it down with one knife.
The Transcendent Realm struck down with all its strength.
With a bang.
Rumble...
The loud noise raised a cloud of dust.
The blast wave directly blew Dongfang Xing away.
There was also a blood mark on Ye Tingmu's cheek.
"You don't know your own limits."
Ye Tingmu gritted his teeth.
'Who are you?'
The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
He said domineeringly: "I am Fengshanke, the leader of Fengyue Tinghai Sect, and the thirty-ninth saint of the Northern Man."
hiss.......
Feng Shanke is naturally very famous among the northerners.
Fengyue Tinghai Sect, the leader of the sect.
He was once one of the top ten masters of the Northern Gang.
But now he has made a breakthrough and become a saint.
Ranked among the thirty-nine saints in Kyushu.
"Heh... Feng Shanke, you're so bold, you dare to wantonly kill innocent people in Beimang City. Aren't you afraid that I, the general, will destroy your Fengyue Tinghai Sect?"
The sudden voice sounded again.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Just ask where the sound comes from, and you will see the iron armor.
The light is cold and sharp.
Tens of thousands of horses came on iron hooves.
"It's the Northern Rogue's Iron Hoof."
Lin An said in a low voice.
Ye Tingmu raised his eyes and saw Dongfang Qinghu, wearing black gold armor, riding a horse towards him under the night sky.
A group of soldiers acted quickly.
He surrounded and protected several people.
Dongfang Qinghu, carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword on his shoulder, came to the front.
"Okay, take Zhu'er and Mr. Ye and go first, and leave this to Uncle San."
Dongfang Xing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, Third Uncle."
Ye Tingmu did not act pretentiously, but bowed to Dongfang Qinghu.
"Senior, be careful."
This was not a war he could participate in.
If you meet an extraordinary person, you can still use the sword of creation to take a chance.
However, this saint was not someone he could stop.
"Let's go..."
Several people nodded.
Boss Zhou followed closely behind.
Feng Shanke tilted his head, his eyes full of disdain.
The tens of thousands of cavalrymen in front of him were like stakes and posed no threat at all.
"Dongfang Qinghu, I am now a saint. Do you think you can stop me?"
The sword on Dongfang Qinghu's shoulder suddenly fell to the ground.
It hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Heh... I see that you have just made a breakthrough not long ago. You are just a pseudo-saint. This general has nothing to fear from you."
Feng Shanke's aura suddenly exploded.
"Stop talking nonsense. Ye Tingmu and Feng He must die today. I will kill anyone who stands in my way."
There was also a fierce light in Dongfang Qinghu's eyes.
He dragged his long sword and mounted his horse.
The Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand burst out with tremendous force.
"Stop talking nonsense, and fight if you want."
Just as Dongfang Qinghu said, Feng Shanke in front of him had just broken through to the Saint realm, and his foundation was not yet stable.
Not a true saint.
He is also one of the top ten masters in the North.
Although Feng Shanke is stronger than Dongfang Qinghu at this moment, it is impossible to kill him in a short period of time.
The two men fought.
The surrounding land was torn into pieces.
The road in front of him was cut in half.
A battle between such powerful forces cannot be said to destroy the world.
But it is enough to cause mountains and rivers to collapse.
Looking at the two figures killing each other in the billowing smoke and dust.
The people from Fengyue Tinghai Sect who were hiding in the dark also moved.
The great elder just waved his hand.
"Let's go, follow the plan and kill those people from the Ye family."
There were twelve people in this group.
They are the masters of the Fengyue Tinghai Sect and its twelve sects, all of whom are at the peak of the Divine Wandering Realm.
However, with their strength, the outcome of trying to kill Ye Tingmu is predictable.
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