In front of the Sword Palace.

Ye Changsheng knew that Ye Moyue would lose, but he did not stop it. In this battle, Ye Moyue fought not only for him, but also for herself.

If we stop him now, it will affect his Taoism and also restrict his future swordsmanship.

clang.

clang.

The sound of the piano is like a rainbow, and the demons are dancing wildly.

Ye Moyue wielded his sword furiously, but in the end he was no match for the endless ancient demons. It was simply impossible for him to penetrate the giant shadow of the ancient demon and attack Ning Wubai who was standing in front of the guqin.

In this case, it means that Ning Wubai is in an invincible position.

Ning Wubai said coldly: "Let's end it, you are still a little weak."

Ye Moxie asked: "Really?"

The next moment, his aura surged wildly, and a huge black sword appeared from behind him. The sword was as sharp as a blade, pointing straight to the sky.

"Devil Sword, Kill the Sky!"

"Sword of the Heavenly Demon!" Ning Wubai said, and the guqin in front of him flew up. Thousands of demonic energy danced out and met the giant sword that was falling from the air.

boom.

boom.

A loud noise was heard, and Ye Moyue flew backwards. He flew all the way to the front of the Sword Palace, fell from the air, and continued to retreat after a stumble.

Ye Changsheng's figure flashed, and he stepped forward and patted Ye Moyue lightly on the back, steadying his retreating figure.

Ye Moxie turned around and looked, his eyes fell on Ye Changsheng, "Changsheng, I leave it to you."

Ye Changsheng said: "Brother, take a rest, let me do it."

Ye Moxie turned and walked forward. Two disciples came over and tried to support him. He waved his hands and said, "It's just a minor injury. You won't die!"

The two disciples left, and no one noticed the blood that flowed from his mouth and was wiped by his sleeve.

This moment.

Ning Wubai sat in front of the guqin, looking extremely arrogant, "Let Ye Changsheng come out. There is no one in your Ye family who can fight among the younger generation."

Mo Tianwu and Mo Tieta floated down from the magic ship and appeared beside Ning Wubai. Both of them looked towards the direction of the Sword Palace with arrogant eyes.

Demon Iron Tower said: "Sir, the Demon Lord is not far from the Sword Palace. It will take at most one stick of incense to arrive."

"Got it!" Ning Wubai said calmly, and suddenly raised his head and continued: "Where is the young master of the Ye family? Why don't you dare to show up and fight?"

Ye Changsheng moved forward slowly, seemingly walking very slowly, but in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of Ning Wubai.

Ning Wubai's expression changed slightly, "Who are you?"

Ye Changsheng said calmly: "I am the young master of the Ye family. If you want to fight, let's start!"

The voice fell.

He sat cross-legged, like an old monk in meditation, "A friend has come from afar. Even though he is far away, he must be killed. You should strike first!"

Before Ning Wubai could speak, Mo Tianwu, who was standing behind him, sneered, "You are just a little kid, and you are unworthy of the young master to take action. Let me kill you."

Ye Changsheng glanced at Mo Tianwu and said calmly, "You are so proud, why don't you take off your clothes and show off?"

Mo Tianwu said angrily: "Shameless, die."

Ye Changsheng was helpless.

He didn't seem to have done anything, so how could he be shameless?

This moment.

Mo Tianwu leaped into the air and attacked Ye Changsheng, who sighed softly, "Is it not good to be alive?"

clang.

The sound of the sword spread, and a silver light flashed across the sky like a meteor.

Mo Tianwu's figure flew backwards, and a huge bloody hole appeared on his chest. Mo Tianwu's consciousness began to dissipate, and he didn't know where the sword light came from until his death.

quick.

It's incredibly fast.

What kind of hand speed is this? Ning Wubai's face changed, and he looked at Ye Changsheng again. This young master of the Ye family was much stronger than he had imagined.

"Iron Tower, take Tianwu down."

Mo Tieta rushed out, caught the fallen body of Mo Tianwu, and looked at Ye Changsheng angrily.

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Ning Wubai said: "Back off!"

Only then did the Demon Iron Tower leave unwillingly.

Ning Wubai said again: "Young Master Ye, you have successfully aroused my interest."

Ye Changsheng said: "Same here."

Ning Wubai placed his palms lightly on the guqin and used all ten fingers, sending out waves of demonic energy that were furious and overbearing, changing in a myriad of ways.

There are ancient demons, ferocious beasts, soldiers, and magical weapons.

See the scene in front of you.

Ye Changsheng was fearless. With a wave of his sleeves, the Chaos Sword appeared and hovered in front of him.

Seeing this, Ye Cangyun hurriedly said, "Ancestor, this is Changsheng."

Ye Xiaoxuan said: "Watch carefully and don't talk."

Little did he know that Ye Xiaoxuan was also very curious about what Ye Changsheng was going to do? Ye Changsheng raised his eyes slightly, looked at Ning Wubai and said, "I will use the sword as my harp and listen to the music you ordered. I will accept it with pleasure."

clang.

clang.

His fingertips flicked across the sword, and sounds of piano spread out, like natural music, and Ye Changsheng seemed to be really playing the piano.

However, the void was filled with desolation and solemnity, as if thousands of troops were galloping on the battlefield.

Ning Wubai looked at Ye Changsheng blankly, and said with disdain: "You are not worthy of playing the zither. If you don't use the sword, you will die."

Just at this moment.

An amazing scene happened.

As the sound of the piano spread, thousands of sword lights appeared in front of Ye Changsheng, meeting the incoming evil spirit.

But this was just the beginning. The next moment, countless flying swords gathered from all directions above the Sword Palace.

It was like a collapsed sword tomb, with thousands of swords hanging upside down in the air, emitting captivating sword power.

"The sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the sword light chills nineteen continents."

Ye Changsheng stroked his sword and spoke in a calm voice. Countless swords flew together and merged into one sword as they moved forward.

Pointing to Ning Wubai.

If you take this sword, I lose.