Volume 1, Chapter 94: The blind man draws his sword and everyone is defeated.
The blind man opened his eyes and suddenly drew his sword.
The crutch in his hand was his sword, and the sword was only three-quarters drawn.
The overwhelming sword intent swept across like a ferocious beast.
Bang.....
Boom... a loud noise
Ye Tingmu, who was coming with a thunderous sword, was blown away as he moved forward.
He flew backwards for dozens of meters before finally stopping.
Ye Tingmu stopped and used his sword to support himself on the ground to stabilize his body.
The force of the sword just now caused pain all over his body.
His internal organs were shaken by this shock wave.
Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the blind swordsman, feeling emotional. He was too strong. Was this what it meant to be extraordinary?
No power to contend with.
Could it be that I am really going to fail here today?
But at this time Feng He moved and saw his elder brother being knocked away.
How could the 15-year-old boy bear it? He grabbed the knife with both hands and chopped it down.
To do something knowing it is impossible is courage.
It happened so quickly that in just a moment, he was in front of the old man.
The broadsword fell.
With a bang.
There was air flow lingering in the old man's hands, and he actually caught Feng He's falling blade with one hand.
The coldness in Feng He's eyes became even stronger.
He wanted to pick up his knife and kill again.
But no matter how hard he tried, the blade was still tightly held in the old man's hand.
Feng He's sword-like brows were furrowed even more tightly, just in terms of strength.
Even though his eldest brother was inferior to himself, he was unable to shake the old man in front of him at all.
He didn't understand cultivation, nor did he understand the division of realms. He only knew that this old man was stronger than him.
The old man had a smile on his face and his eyes narrowed, examining Feng He with a look that revealed his feelings.
He smiled and said, "Interesting, you are born in the state of separation and union, young man, but your last name is Chao."
Feng He gritted his teeth and cursed, "My last name is Ye."
Then he took off the sword with both hands and threw a heavy punch.
With a bang.
The fist carried a fierce wind and hit the old man.
The old man was calm and composed.
With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind blew.
Feng He was knocked flying by him.
Feng He fell to the ground and rolled several times before getting up.
Ye Tingmu's heart tightened, but his body was still unable to move.
I can only shout.
"Second brother, are you okay?"
Feng He stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Brother, I'm fine."
Ye Tingmu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Feng He looked normal.
It seems that the old man did not use his full strength, otherwise Feng He would have been seriously injured.
The old man threw away the long sword he had snatched from his hand.
Looking at Ye Tingmu, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I said I would only kill you, so today I will only kill you."
Having said this, he paused and turned his gaze back to Feng He.
"However, how come I don't know when the Ye clan of gods appeared in the Jiuzhou Empire?"
The old man was seen looking at Feng He and fell into deep thought.
Zhou Fengming urged, "Senior, please kill this boy quickly."
The old man looked up and glanced at him. Although he was displeased at being interrupted, he still walked forward and said, "You two brothers, one has divine blood, and the other is a natural talent. It's a pity that you died like this. But since I have accepted it, I can only sacrifice your natural talent for the supreme."
Ye Tingmu smiled. Haha, as expected, these old guys talk a lot.
He made hand gestures and now could only control the wind and thunder for a desperate fight.
Seeing the old man walking slowly towards them, Li Gao and the little monk looked at each other.
Then he suddenly rushed out.
"Old man, if you want to kill my brother, you have to get past me first."
"Amitabha, and me."
As the two men rushed out, Hongfu followed closely behind.
The girl Xin'er gently patted the purple lightning leopard and said, "You go too."
Three people and a beast rushed out.
The old man shook his head.
"If you don't know your own limits, how can a firefly compete with the bright moon?"
His figure shook.
Disappeared again on the spot.
At present, it has reached the center of several people.
Then he slapped out with his palm.
The three people and the beast were directly knocked away.
To hit them, there is no need to draw the sword.
It's so powerful and terrifying.
The three people and the beast landed behind Ye Tingmu with a loud noise, and all of them vomited blood.
Already lost the ability to fight.
Feng He attacked again.
The old man said, "Come back."
And then he was knocked away again.
Ye Tingmu endured the severe pain and caught Feng He in mid-air.
The long sword sank into the ground, sparks flying on the ground, and dragged for several meters before stopping.
Blood suddenly gushed out of Feng He's mouth.
Ye Tingmu anxiously checked Feng He's injuries.
"Second brother, are you okay?"
Feng He's blood-soaked face was pale, with a hint of helplessness and deep guilt in his eyes: "Ahem...Brother, I'm sorry, I...can't beat him."
He was already seriously injured at this time.
He swung his sword every day in order to become stronger so that one day he could stand in front of his elder brother.
Along the way, he thought he had done it, that whenever he stood there, he could block the enemy for his elder brother.
Only today did he realize that the innate divine power he relied on was so fragile.
Facing danger, I feel so powerless.
I can never stand in front of my big brother.
His heart was full of guilt at the moment. He was thinking, if I had worked harder before, and swung the sword one, two... or 1,000 more times every day, I would have been able to defeat the old man in front of me.
In this way, his eldest brother will not be hurt by him, and he cannot kill his eldest brother.
Ye Tingmu held Feng He in his arms and carefully wiped the blood off his face.
"Silly child, why are you saying sorry? You are already very strong. It's just that the old man lived a little longer than you."
Feng He smiled and said weakly, "Brother, you haven't wiped my face for a long time..."
When he finished speaking, blood gushed out of Feng He's mouth again, and then he fainted.
With the body of an ordinary man, he had to withstand two moves from a supernatural being. Even if the opponent did not use his full strength, he still could not withstand it.
Looking at Feng He who had fainted, Ye Tingmu's hands were shaking as he wiped the blood off him, and the scarlet in his eyes turned bright red.
The corners of my eyes were already slightly wet.
The sentence "I haven't wiped his face for a long time" broke his defense.
Yes, it has been a long time since I paid attention to his daily life.
Feng He is the eldest of four brothers and sisters in the family.
I have always done the most tiring work and helped him silently.
He thought he had grown up and could stand on his own.
Don’t you know that Feng He has only grown up with this body? He is still just a fifteen-year-old child. If he were on Blue Star, he wouldn’t even have entered high school.
He spread the yellowed handkerchief on the ground and put Feng He's head on it.
He looked and saw that although Feng He was seriously injured, his life was not in danger.
This old man must have done it on purpose.
"Second brother, you take a nap first. Once I kill this old man, I'll take you back to rest."
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