As if thinking of something, Yin Wanlou nodded solemnly.

"Ye Jian, if you can come, it means you are still a bloody person. So, I won't say much about the extra nonsense, just hand over the Xuan-level martial arts."

Ye Bingkun stretched out his right hand and stepped out directly.

"Sorry, I've given away that martial art." Ye Jian touched his nose and said lightly.

"What! You..."

To Ye Jian's surprise, Ye Bingkun looked a little excited, and he even roared in his voice, "Did you say you gave it to someone?"

"Yes!" Ye Jian's face was still harmless, which made Ye Bingkun really want to slap him to death with one palm.

"Hmph! I don't care who you gave it to. In short, you must hand over the Xuan-level martial arts today, otherwise your father..."

Yin Wanlou made a killing move and threatened.

"Jian'er, don't worry about us. Your father had already told you not to worry about us." At this moment, Ye's mother stood up and said in a weak voice.

"Mom, I have saved my father." Ye Jian attached to Ye's mother's ear and said softly.

"This... is this true?" Ye's mother stared at Ye Jian with an incredible look on her face. When she saw the latter nodding solemnly, she felt relieved, and at the same time, a hint of softness appeared in her eyes.

"Call out the Xuan-level martial arts." Ye Bingkun laughed and said, "Even if there is no original, as long as you write it down."

Ye Bingkun was indeed very cunning and actually thought of asking Ye Jian to write down the "Blood Refining Strike".

Fortunately, Ye Jian had saved Ye’s father before, otherwise he would be subject to restraint everywhere now.

Chih!

The Blood Sword was gently held in his hand. Ye Jian did not intend to continue talking nonsense with Ye Bingkun. He had some important things to go back and report, otherwise it would be too late.

"What if I say no?"

Ye Jian stepped out and the ground suddenly cracked, and a strong aura lingered around him, causing Ye Bingkun and his pupils to shrink slightly.

"Don't forget that your father is still in my hands. As long as I send a signal now, your father will die in a bad life." Ye Bingkun took out a purple round bead from his arms and threatened again.

Ye Jian still ignored him and changed his body, and the internal energy in his body was even more circulating to the extreme, and he was walking towards Ye Bingkun step by step.

"Do you really don't care about your father's death?" Ye Bingkun gritted his teeth and shouted again.

"You can try!" Ye Jian's eyes were cold, and the torture that Ye's father was tied to a dungeon appeared in his head.

At the moment, he stepped a little, and he shot towards Ye Bingkun like a sharp arrow. At the same time, the blood sword in his hand was accumulating momentum, and half-step sword momentum merged into it, slashing Ye Bingkun hard.

"Hmph!" Ye Bingkun snorted coldly, put away the purple round beads in his hand, and pulled out the long sword on his back,

"Sword light differentiates!"

Swallowing!

With one sword, Ye Bingkun used his strongest move as soon as he made a move.

Eight Qi swords roared out and shot towards Ye Jian in a font shape.

With one move, Ye Bingkun shouted to Yin Wanlou beside him: "Take it quickly, the Xuan-level martial arts should be in his space ring."

Yin Wanlou didn't talk nonsense, and jumped in the air and slashed with his palm.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Ye Jian snorted coldly, and the blood sword directly slashed Ye Bingkun's eight Qi swords, just like the actual eight Qi swords and Ye Jian's sword energy, and it was immediately annihilated like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

"impossible!"

Ye Bingkun's eyes widened and he retreated in horror. The sword light differentiation technique was extremely mysterious. How could he break it with one sword?

If Ye Bingkun knew about the battle between Ye Jian and Ye Hao, he would not have thought so.

After all, even the sword light differentiation technique that Ye Hao had enhanced in his hand was broken by Ye Jian, let alone the original martial arts.

Yin Wanlou slashed out with one palm, followed by another palm, one palm as fast as a palm, and one palm was stronger than the other.

Suddenly, palm prints roared towards Ye Jian.

Puff puff puff!

Ye Jian didn't say anything, and several sword flowers were dancing in his hand, shattering all the palm prints of Yin Wanlou. At the same time, he secretly used half-step sword force and directly attacked with a backhand.

"Broken Gold!"

call out!

A blue sword light flashed like a thin line and went straight towards Yin Wanlou.

Yin Wanlou was shocked, and his face jumped wildly, directly activate the true qi in his body, forming a thick layer of true qi cover on his chest.

boom!

The sword light directly fell on the true qi mask, and suddenly it made a sour "squeaking" sound, and Yin Wanlou was directly chopped away dozens of feet, leaving a small gully on the ground.

For a moment, dust flew.

"Stop!" Ye Bingkun took out the purple round bead in his arms and shouted sternly: "Ye Jian, if you dare to do it again, I will send someone to kill your father directly."

"You are looking for death!" Ye Jian did not stop at all, and his body quickly attacked Ye Bingkun.

"This is what you asked for."

Ye Bingkun's face flashed with a trace of viciousness, and he directly abandoned the purple round beads in his hand.

boom!

The purple beads were thrown to the sky and suddenly shattered, forming a ball of purple clouds with a large face. If someone was dozens of miles away, he would definitely see it at a glance.

At this moment, more than ten miles north of Danghun Valley, a team of fully armed troops, with a scale of 5,000 people stopped.

"What's going on?"

A big man in black armor and naked in the lead shouted at the people around him.

"Returning to the commander of Tuta, this is a way of transmitting information in Zhao State." A bald man replied immediately.

For a moment, all the soldiers behind were restless.

"The State of Zhao discovered this surprise attack!"

"What should I do?"

All the soldiers muttered softly in the crowd.

"Hmm?" The bald man glanced at him and suddenly became quieter again.

"Tele the troops to throw away all the baggage and move forward at full speed!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

...

In the Soul Danghun Valley, Ye Bingkun had no idea that his actions had caused the attack on Zhao State in advance by the Kingdom of Blood and Sweats.

At this moment, Ye Bingkun looked at Ziyun above his head and laughed: "Ye Jian, as long as you hand over the Xuan-level martial arts skills, I will send another signal to save your father."

Yin Wanlou had already walked out of the dust, came to Ye Bingkun, and stared at Ye Jian with vigilance.

If he hadn't activated the true qi in his body in advance to form a thick true qi cover, that sword would have taken his life.

"Hehe, I'll show you something."

Ye Jian's mouth cracked and he took out Ye Huai's soft golden armor from the space ring.

The soft golden armor was taken out and a golden light shone under the rising sun.

"Huai'er!"

Ye Bingkun's eyes widened and he shouted subconsciously.

Suddenly, a feeling of grief and anger appeared on Ye Bingkun's face.

"You killed Huai'er, you killed Huai'er!"

Ye Bingkun was as if he was going crazy and slashed at Ye Jian.

Ye Jian's body flashed, and a sword light suddenly cleaves a crack on the ground.

Ye Bingkun's eyes were red and he waved his sword again, but was shaken back by Ye Jian's sword, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yin Wanlou dared to stay here for a while. Once Ye Jian took out the soft golden armor, it proved that their rear had been copied by him. Now they have no trump card in their hands that can restrict Ye Jian. If they stay here, they will only become the ghost under Ye Jian's sword.

Without any hesitation at the moment, Yin Wanlou ran directly into the distance.

As for Ye Bingkun, after being injured by Ye Jian's sword, his head suddenly became clear. Although he was so sad and angry, Ye Bingkun still wanted to survive, so he ran away desperately.

However, he was still one step late. Yin Wanlou had already run far away. Ye Jian was hiding his eyes. Ye Bingkun had no chance to take advantage of the opportunity and kept fighting back with all his strength.

"Ye Jian, I am the elder of the Ye family. Do you dare to kill the elder?"

Ye Bingkun said hurriedly after a sword failed.

"Hmph! If I had known today, why should I have been there?" Ye Jian's blood sword waved again, and an arc-shaped sword energy immediately cut off Ye Bingkun, leaving a fierce sword mark on his body.
To be continued...