Chapter 458 Do you dare to fight?

Yang Mengyue, Yang Poxiao's sister, had a relationship with her because of Murong Qingcheng.

In fact, it was also because of her proposal that Ye Qingyan and Yang Poxiao had a 30th appointment.

Ye Qingyan, Liu Wuxiang, Yang Mengyue and others talked. They seemed to be casual, but in fact, there was a hidden front. Among them, they were dangerous and mysterious, and only the parties knew it.

Liu Wuxiang is a famous person in the world, ranking third in the list of crown princes. He is known as a genius. Although Jin Ziyang and others have never seen him in person, they have also heard his rumors.

A generation of heroes!

Wu Xiang Swordsman, Liu Wuxiang!

Liu Wuxiang is the peak swordsman of the young generation. Naturally, he was also invited to this swordsman summit, but Jin Ziyang and others are puzzled that he seems to have some entanglement with Ye Qingyan.

They are all exquisite people. Naturally, they can see that Liu Wuxiang and others are not friendly to Ye Qingyan, and even

- extremely hostile!

Bai Qingyu's eyes were bright, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and only he could guess why.

"Why did they come here? I always feel that these people seem to be extremely hostile to Qingyan and want to find his trouble!"

Next to the stone table, Ziyan's face was beautiful and the green silk was flying. Her eyes were shining like a clear spring of water, dazzling, and she whispered to herself.

"Come here for one person!"

Ziyue suddenly opened her mouth, her eyes were angry, and she stared at Ye Qingyan and said hatefully, "A woman!"

"Woman?"

Ziyanu frowned and said in surprise, "Who?"

"Murong Qingcheng!" Ziyue said angrily, and her tone was full of indignation.

"Murong Qingcheng? What a beautiful name!"

Ziyan unconsciously frowned, and her beautiful eyes like the starry sky suddenly burst into a light that was difficult to look at, and there was no lack of praise in her tone. Then, she suddenly narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked Ziyue, "Who is she?"

Ziyan's mind is delicate and exquisite, and she knows her sister. If she has nothing to do with or irrelevant, she will not mention it. Even if she mentions it, she will not have emotions. But now there is obviously anger and dissatisfaction in Ziyue's tone, which shows that this woman named Murong Qingcheng is very important, at least - for eyes. The first few people are very important, and they may have a deep entanglement with Ye Qingyan.

"Your rival!" Ziyue said amazingly and sneered, "Ye Qingyan's confidant!"

"Oh? Tell me about it!"

Ziyan is interested and said that Ye Qingyan is elegant and unrestrained. Over the years, she has naturally met many excellent women wandering around the world. Only she knows Su Muyue, who is still unpredictable, the rumored saint of Qiyue, who has been reincarnated as well as Qiyue's sworn enemies, and even the eldest father of the Tianyang Empire. Lord Zixi... She knows more or less about these people, but her impression of Murong Qingcheng is blank.

She wants to know that she is eager to understand his past.

"She is the daughter of the sword demon Murong Jue. According to her identity, she is still Ye Qingyan's sister!"

Ziyue glanced at her sister, took care of her thoughts and said, "In those years, when the Tianshui Palace changed, Ye Qingyan narrowly escaped. On the way, he met Murong's father and daughter, and escaped the death!"

For what happened in those years, Ziyue is like several treasures. If Ye Qingyan hears it, he will be shocked if he hears it.

These are all secret. Purple Moon is just a 15-year-old young girl. How did she know?

"What kind of person is she?"

Ziyan did not realize how shocking and vulgar what Ziyue said. She stretched out her snow-white hand and put her hair around her ears, and her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity.

"Murong Qingcheng, the daughter of Murong Jue, the sword demon, is the same age as Ye Qingyan. She is a very special woman for Ye Qingyan and is very important!"

Ziyue's tone was a little low and said slowly, "In those years, Ye Qingyan's family was destroyed and he escaped from the Forbidden City in confusion. His father had just died and his brother was killed. Murong Qingcheng appeared at the right time, bringing him the greatest comfort in his heart!"

"When Ye Qingyan was most humble and embarrassed, it was Murong Qingcheng who warmed his gradually dry heart!" Ziyue's tone was solemn, "This woman is elegant and blue-hearted. Over the years, she has always occupied the softest part of Ye Qingyan's heart. At the beginning, Ye Qingyan refused you, Su Muyue and other women. The most direct reason was her!"

Ziyue's tone is heavy, but the content of her words is amazing. Except for a limited number of people, it is impossible for outsiders to know what she said?

How does the purple moon know?

"I've never heard of her!"

Ziyan shook her head gently, and Murong Qingcheng was a completely strange name for her. There had never been her legend in the world, but from now on, she knew that she must pay attention to it.

Murong Qingcheng, Ye Qingyan's favorite woman, for her, he persisted, he gave up, he refused, even if he had not seen her for many years, the pure land in his heart was still reserved for her.

What kind of woman is that makes him cherish it so much in his heart?

Ziyan's beautiful eyes are hazy, the water flows, and she mutters to herself.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because she has never walked around the world!" Ziyue gently opened her lips and said, "She and Ye Qingyan met when they were 14 years old. They met for only a few days and separated. Today, they have never met again!"

"What? Have you only seen it once?"

Ziyan's eyes are full of incredible. What kind of charm does this woman have? After just seeing her once and gathering for a few days, she has branded the marks on the bottom of Ye Qingyan's heart, which can never be erased?

"Hmm!" Ziyue nodded and said, "It is said that since that year, she has returned to the Nether Hall to practice. In five years, she has not stepped out of the Nether Hall, but..."

"But what?" Ziyan was a little in a trance, but she still asked.

"She seems to be in trouble!" Ziyue's delicate lips were gently raised and said with a smile, "It's a big trouble!"

"What's the trouble?"

"Murong Qingcheng's wedding is coming!"

The corners of the purple moon's lips set off a beautiful arc, and there seemed to be sarcasm in her eyes.

"Big marriage?"

Zi Yanyu's body was shocked and exclaimed, "Who are you married to?"

Ziyue's eyes turned and glanced at the gloomy man beside Liu Wuxiang.

"Ye Qingyan, even if you are talented and intelligent, I will see how you turn over this time!"

Yang Poxiao stared at Ye Qingyan with a light look. His eyes were vicious and murderous. He secretly said in his heart, "The two families have been planning for many years, and marriage is imperative. Whoever dares to stop him will die. Even Ye Qingyan, you can't do it!"

Ye Qingyan seemed to feel something, glanced at Yang Poxiao, who was murderous, and then smiled faintly, "Do you want to kill me?"

"Shouldn't I want to kill you?"

Yang Poxiao clenched his fists, his fingers were pale, and his eyes showed a bone-grave hatred and said angrily.

"Should!"

To everyone's surprise, Ye Qingyan nodded and said, "Yu Qingyu Li, you should really kill me!"

Li Tianyang and others were surprised. When did Ye Qingyan become so easy to talk?

That is, Liu Wuxiang's eyes fluctuated for a moment.

"But one thing, you forgot!"

Ye Qingyan smiled and said, "You are far from my opponent now. If you dare to fight against me, your result will be very miserable, and even - you will die!"

At the end of the word "death", Ye Qingyan's voice suddenly became sharp, and the cold murderous intention spread in an instant. The terrible momentum enveloped Yang Poxiao, which was sharp and frightening.

Liu Wuxiang suddenly changed his color.

"Puff--"

Shocked by Ye Qingyan's murderous intention, Yang Poxiao's eyes were suddenly frightened, his expression changed greatly, his face was blue and red, and he instantly spewed out a large mouthful of blood in the air. He sat on the ground with a bang, his face like gold paper, extremely weak.

"Wo!"

After shaking his body, Liu Wuxiang instantly appeared on Yang Poxiao's side, helped him up, carefully checked the injury, and made sure that there was no big problem. Then he breathed a breath in his heart and turned to Ye Qingyan with a leisurely look and said coldly, "Isn't it too despicable for you to suddenly take action?"

He just didn't care. Yang Poxiao hurt the other party's hand, which embarrassed him. In front of him, Ye Qingyan still hurt people without scruples. He was simply unscrupulous and didn't pay attention to himself at all!

"If it's really despicable, he's dead just now!"

Ye Qingyan sneered. If he really wanted to kill Yang Poxiao, with his half-hearted king's strength, how could he have his life now?

"It's just a punishment for rude words!" Ye Qingyan said casually that Yang Poxiao had long been unnoticed by him, but this did not mean that he could be unscrupulous, make mistakes and taboos in front of him, and naturally be punished.

"The king of Xiaoyao is really arrogant and domineering, worthy of being the queen of the royal family!"

Liu Wuxiang sneered, with thorns in his words, and his dark hair flew scattered around. His roots were like a sharp sword in the sky and penetrated straight into the sky. The sharp sword made everyone present suddenly change their color. Even the four emperors Shitian couldn't help but stop fighting and looked at Liu Wuxiang, who had a shocking weather.

"Ye Qingyan is one of the unparareal wizards of swords. The talent of swordsmanship shocked the ancient and the present, which made the only sword emperor praise him, and there is hidden potential to win the first swordsman of the young generation!"

Liu Wuxiang took a step in the air and was hundreds of meters away. The mystery of his body seemed to shrink into an inch, which was unpredictable. His clothes were flying, and his eyes were like cold swords. He shouted coldly, "I, Liu Wuxiang, really want to see if Ye Qingyan, are really as outstanding as the legend!"

"Ye Qingyan, do you have the courage to fight with me?"

Liu Wuxiang stepped on the void, soared in the sky, the sword spirit stirred up the wind and clouds, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth was turbulent. He stood there, just like ancient gods and demons came to the world, majestic and domineering, which made people can't help but raise the feeling of looking up

- That is the natural sense of inferiority when the weak face the strong.

"Wan!"

The crowd is in an uproar!

Someone provoked Ye Qingyan, who was super vulgar in Kendo, and the challenger was also a peerless hero, and the audience was instantly excited.

Such a talented swordsman duel is rare!

Ye Qingyan, dare to fight?

How many young people in the world dare to say this to Ye Qingyan?

But Liu dares not!

With this alone, he won the respect, worship, and even - look up to everyone present!