Chapter 286 Kensei!

Countless infatuated women in the world give their lives and everything in exchange for a life-and-death relationship.

Su Muyue used her life like a flower and brilliant years to win Ye Qingyan's instant white hair like snow and made a vow to make the sky tremble.

For Su Muyue, is it worth paying with her life?

The women present hardly considered this problem.

He became angry and became a beauty. At this moment, Ye Qingyan moved them. Ye Qingyan proved with his actions that a woman like Su Muyue was worth letting him protect with his life.

It's just that it's too late now.

Youth, withered like a flower, left to Ye Qingyan, in addition to regret, but also regret, and then - revenge!

If you don't kill the behind-the-scenes gangster, even if he dies, what face does Ye Qingyan have to face the eternal sleeping Su Muyue?

Staring at Ye Qingyan at this moment, countless women have tears in their beautiful eyes and envy.

The women of Ziyan burst into tears, and there was emotion, guilt and envy in their eyes...

"Are you really going to kill us?" A man in black, who was obviously the leader, changed his face and gritted his teeth and said, "You are looking for death. Dare to touch us. Heaven and earth are big, and there is no place for you!"

Ye Qingyan looked indifferent and stopped talking. He slowly took a step, with cold flames all over his body rising, and he was about to take action in an instant.

"Wo!"

At this moment, a beam of shocking light cut through the void, a horrible sword that was enough to make all sentient beings tremble, the strongest and most holy, shuttled through the vast void from endlessly far away, shocking the sky and earth, and the face changed greatly in an instant.

"Who is this? How strong is this?" The faces of the seven owners of Tianyang Museum suddenly changed and exclaimed.

"Boom!"

The sword is the most powerful and holy, the vast nine palaces, and the vast star river hangs upside down, covering all the colors of the full moon hanging on the top of the nine heavens. At the same time, as the sword comes from an endless distance, there is also a roar mixed with shocking anger!

"Who dares to touch my Su Qingtian's daughter?"

The tone is mixed with endless anger, as if it can penetrate the void, shatter the stars, and move the world.

"Su Qingtian?" The owner of Tianyang Hall changed his face and said in a shocked voice, "Is it Su Qingtian, the sword saint?"

The faces of everyone present changed greatly, staring at the vast sword in the sky, with unconcealed panic in their eyes.

"Swordsman? Is it Su Qingtian, one of the six strongest swords?

"Is it Su Qingtian, the sword saint who claims to sweep the world with a sword and fights the invincible all over the world?"

"I didn't expect Su Muyue to have such a shocking identity. The daughter of the sword saint, with a noble status, can be compared with the royal goddess!"

"The swordsman was angry and buried millions of corpses. Now Su Muyue died in vain. The swordsman is angry. I don't know how many people will die!"

"The sword saint who has long been unable to escape, this time the Tianyang Imperial City will certainly set off a shocking wave!"

......

A sword, with a roar, caused countless shocks.

Everyone stared at the middle-aged man who appeared in the blink of an eye and was shocked.

"Mu Yue..." The middle-aged man wore a green shirt and stared at Su Muyue in Ye Qingyan's arms. His expression was sad and his body trembled slightly.

"Senior, my sister died because of me!" Ye Qingyan's left blue and right red eyes flashed a trace of crystal, and then he slowly bent down, knelt on his knees, stared at Su Muyue, who looked as if he were asleep, and said in a trembling voice.

Except for his father, Ye Qingyan has never knelt down to anyone else, but he did not regret kneel down to Jiansheng, because this is owed to him and Su Muyue.

Zixi's beautiful eyes stared at Ye Qingyan, who was kneeling in front of Jiansheng Su Qingtian. His expression was complicated and how proud Ye Qingyan was. She knew very well that no matter how many thorns and hardships he had along the way, he never bent over to anyone and bowed his head, but today he knelt in front of Jiansheng, he did not hesitate at all.

Su Qingtian ignored Ye Qingyan, who was kneeling in front of him. He took Su Muyue with trembling hands and looked sad. Then he suddenly used supreme magic power to swim around Su Muyue. A strong and most holy sword spirit burst out of Su Muyue's heart. The golden light was dazzling, and the sword spirit rushed to the sky and dazzling.

"For good, I once left a sword spirit on Mu Yue to protect her soul, otherwise she can't die..." Staring at the strongest and most holy sword, a touch of joy flashed in Su Qingtian's eyes and muttered.

"Senior, do you still have help?" Hearing Su Qingtian's words, Ye Qingyan's expression was shocked and he was overjoyed.

"If you want to save it, it's hard to go to the sky!" After glanced at Ye Qingyan, Su Qingtian's eyes suddenly sharpened, and then he seemed to remember something and slowly shook his head.

Hearing this, Ye Qingyan's face darkened.

"Ky, I'll borrow something from you!" Su Qingtian stared deeply at Ye Qingyan and suddenly said.

"It doesn't matter if you say so, you should be free!" Staring at the magnificent Su Qingtian, Ye Qingyan said in a low voice.

"It's just a spiritual treasure!" Looking at Ye Qingyan's snow-white hair, a soft flash flashed in Su Qingtian's eyes, a purple light, squeaking out of Ye Qingyan's body.

is a purple palace.

In the miniature purple palace, Ye Qingyan got from the ice and fire cave. It is a rare growing spiritual treasure in the world, which can be called a peerless divine object, because Ye Qingyan is used to using swords against the enemy. This legendary spiritual treasure was put on the shelf by Ye Qingyan and is rarely used. Unexpectedly, the spiritual treasure needed by Su Qingtian turned out to be it.

He gently handed Su Muyue over to Ye Qingyan. Su Qingtian's face was solemn, and his hands made countless marks in the void. The golden light flashed, and the sword spirit rushed straight to the nine heavens, dispersing the dark clouds, and his power was shocking.

"The spirit of heaven and earth, reverse the yin and yang, reverse the universe, listen to this holy order, and condense for me!"

Su Qingtian shouted violently, and the purple palace tossed, surrounded by fog, slowly, the shape of the purple palace was distorted and changed, and finally turned into a purple ice coffin.

He turned the purple palace into an ice coffin with supreme power!

The means are simply unbelievable!

Shiye is shocked.

The ice coffin is suspended in the void, the whole body is purple, and the ice fog is wrapped around, giving people an unusual sense of dignity and mystery.

Picking back Su Muyue from Ye Qingyan's hand, Su Qingtian's eyes swept the purple ice coffin. The ice coffin seemed to be conscious and slowly fell in front of him. Ye Qingyan opened the ice coffin. Su Qingtian held Su Muyue and gently put it in the ice coffin. He acted carefully, as if he were the most precious treasure in the world.

"My daughter is almost dead. How should I treat you?" Passing everyone, Su Qingtian, the sword saint, shook his body and appeared in front of many people in black, saying indifferently.

"Although you are strong, if you dare to kill us, your end will not be much better..."

A man in black shouted, but before he finished his words, the sword flashed in Su Qingtian's eyes, and he was instantly cut by thousands of knives, turning into flesh and blood all over the sky and flying in the air.

The scene is extremely strange.

"Ah..."

A female voice exclaimed that this killing method was really too cruel, not to mention that the woman present, even a male warrior, also changed her face slightly.

The swordsman is the swordsman, and killing is so different.

"I'm in a bad mood now. You'd better not shout in front of me, or you will die ugly!" Su Qingtian carried his hands on his back, and his eyes were sharp, as if there were two divine swords. He stared at the frightened people in black and said indifferently.

There is almost no possibility of saving his daughter's death. At this moment, his heart is full of violent emotions. Whoever dares to provoke him will definitely die!

The face of the man in black changed for a while, and then took a step forward and said in a low voice, "It's me who has no eyes to death. Please forgive me!"

"Excuse me?" Su Qingtian said coldly, "What do you want me to forgive? Do you have the head of your head?"

Su Qingtian's eyes swept away, full of murderous intent, and the hearts of people in black suddenly chilled.

But when life is at stake, if you retreat, you will definitely die. The swordsman's sword and murder are never merciless, which is known to the whole continent.

His eyes changed for a while and he gritted his teeth and said, "If the senior spares my life, the younger generation is willing to send a sacred flower!"