Chinese At this time, no one noticed that a sweet smell had unconsciously permeated the entire Chaoyang Courtyard.

Ye Wudao and Yan Qingwu slowly turned to each other, and the corners of Ye Wudao's mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile.

The two slowly bent down, and under the gaze of many eyes, they completely completed this marriage gift representing the ties between the Ye family and the Yan family.

A hundred meters away from Chaoyang Courtyard, many martial artists who were blocking Ning Fan not only breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Thinking about it, Ning Fan had no chance to stop the completion of this wedding.

And at this moment, under their gaze, Ning Fan suddenly raised his arm and threw the long sword in his hand fiercely.

But I saw that the long sword with a bloody aura flew straight in the direction of Chaoyang Courtyard unstoppably.

"Stop that sword."

Seeing this scene, many martial artists who were blocking Chaoyang Courtyard changed their complexions, and one by one they frantically used the true qi in their bodies to block the long sword.

They have paid too much for this moment, in order to stop Ning Fan, and they are absolutely not allowed to fall short at this critical moment.

An old man at the peak of the heaven-level was in front of the path of the long sword, if he was allowed to deal with Ning Fan, he was not sure, but if it was just a sword, he was confident that he could stop it.

After all, it was just Ning Fan casually throwing a long sword.

But when he stopped in front of the gate of Chaoyang Courtyard, in front of the sword, looking at the long sword that was shining with cold light, he couldn't help but feel the cold hair upside down.

On top of a sword, he sensed a life-and-death crisis.

"Stop him."

The old man at the peak of the heavenly level roared, gathered the true qi of his whole body on his fist, and blasted towards the long sword with a punch.

However, seeing that the long sword did not even tremble, the long sword continued to move forward, and the old man's arm had been shattered into a rain of blood.

The long sword passed through his chest, the old man's body trembled, and the whole person fell to the ground, and the blood slowly infected the red carpet on the ground.

It's just that his eyes are still firmly fixed on the long sword, and finally he closes his eyes unwillingly.

"Next, let me do it." A burly man brandished a large knife in his hand, blocking the long sword, and the large knife in his hand slashed towards the flying long sword.

Click!

The long sword continued to fly forward, and the broadsword became fragments little by little, and the chest of the person wielding the broadsword slowly began to appear a little red, and the next moment the whole person fell to the ground and slowly lost his breath.

"Next, let's let the old bones come."

An old man with a white beard and a Tai Chi robe stood up.

The next moment, the old man in the Tai Chi robe died, and the blood slowly infected the carpet.

In the outside world, it is impossible to see that the heaven-level peak martial artists who are definitely treated as ancestors in some small families are dying under Ning Fan's sword one by one at this time, but they still keep sending them to death one after another.

It's just that their obstruction can't delay the slightest speed of the long sword flying forward.

In the end, this long sword was stained with the blood of the hearts of thirteen heaven-level peak martial artists and flew into the Chaoyang Courtyard.

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents."

Behind him, when Jiao Chao saw this scene, he couldn't help but say to himself in shock.

Those martial artists who were blocking in front of the gate of Chaoyang Courtyard were also looking at Ning Fan with shocked and frightened faces at this time, what kind of terrifying existence did they provoke?

In Chaoyang Courtyard, Ye Wudao and Yan Qingwu's bodies slowly bent down, and the next moment they will complete the ceremony.

On the main seat, Ye Xiangqian and Yan Zongping couldn't help but nod, and the corners of Ye Xiangqian's mouth flashed with a hint of pride.

A hint of despair flashed on Yan Qingyu's face.

That myth, that legend, when facing a behemoth like the Ye family, can't do anything after all?

"When the dust settles, Yan Qingwu can only be Ye Wudao's wife."

"That person, no matter how strong his background is, he is just one person, how can he come to the Ye family to rob his relatives single-handedly?"

"From now on, the Ye family and the Yan family in this Yanjing will unite, and the power of Yanjing is destined to be reshuffled!"

"It's just that after this Yan Qingwu joins the Ye family, I'm afraid he won't be happy."

"What families care about most is only eternal interests, and happiness is in front of interests, so what?"

"Being born in a big family and wanting to pursue so-called happiness is the most ridiculous thing."

"Yan Qingwu pursues her so-called happiness, and this is her end."

One after another, complicated eyes looked at Yan Qingwu, and there couldn't help but have a hint of pity in their eyes.

Judging from the attitude that Ye Wudao just showed, Yan Qingwu married into Ye Wudao's family, and the end would probably not be good.

Ye Wudao and Yan Qingwu continued to bend down and bow, and the master of ceremonies was already ready to speak.

The gift will be a success.

And at this moment, in the entire Chaoyang Courtyard, there was a sudden explosion of extremely thick bloody qi.

In the dark, there seemed to be a sound of sword roaring, sounding in everyone's hearts.

One by one, their eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the gate of Chaoyang Courtyard, and then they saw a scene that they would never forget.

A long sword pierced through the sky, and on the sword body, thirteen drops of extremely bright blood made people feel cold.

A sword comes from the west, and the cold shines in the sky.

The long sword flew, heading straight towards Ye Wudao and Yan Qingwu.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wudao's complexion changed dramatically in an instant.

The third rite can no longer be completed, and if he insists on completing it, then he has only a dead end.

Ye Wudao gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around and retreated.

The long sword broke through the air with an indomitable momentum, and under the gaze full of frightened eyes, the long sword was slanted into the ground in front of Yan Qingwu.

On top of the long sword, the thirteen drops of blood in the heart slowly dripped down, and the entire hall was instantly filled with bloody aura.

The gift was about to be completed, but at the last moment, it was destroyed by a long sword that broke through the air.

"He's coming?" Seeing the long sword inserted in front of him, Yan Qingwu was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, her closed heart couldn't help but get excited.

The five years she waited, after all, didn't she wait in vain?

"Is that him? Why, he appeared at this time? ”

Ye Wudao's eyes widened, and his handsome face was full of hideous color.

At this time, those who dared to make such a move in the Ye family, except for Ning Fan, he couldn't think of anyone else.

However, why did Ning Fan appear at this critical moment?

Five years ago, Ning Fan brought him great humiliation, and five years later, why did Ning Fan appear again to bring him pain and humiliation?

"This? He's coming? Ye Xiangqian looked at the long sword that was stuck diagonally on the ground, and couldn't help but tremble a little.

He thought that his arrangements were enough to keep Ning Fan out of Chaoyang Courtyard.

Even, he felt that he could take the opportunity to kill Ning Fan.

But he never thought that the people he arranged couldn't stop Ning Fan?

And thinking of the order he gave to those warriors at that time, Ye Xiangqian couldn't help but tremble a little.

The order he gave to those warriors at that time was either to stop Ning Fan, or they all died at Ning Fan's hands.

And now, does it mean that those warriors have all died in the hands of Ning Fan?

Thinking of this possibility, Ye Xiangqian's eyes suddenly dizzy, you must know that the people he had arranged to block Ning Fan before accounted for half of the martial artists of the entire Ye family, if all these people died in Ning Fan's hands, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Ye family.

At this moment, he finally understood why his son, who was the Lord of the Dragon Soul, had repeatedly warned him not to provoke Ning Fan easily.

Because, Ning Fan at this time is really an extremely terrifying evil star!

"This? He? Really broke the barriers of the Ye family and came here? Yan Zongping's face was full of disbelief, he couldn't help but stand up and look out of the door, in the dimness, there seemed to be a figure surrounded by murderous aura, slowly coming step by step.

"How is this possible? Can't the Ye family stop him? Isn't he just a cultivator at the pinnacle of the earth level? ”

"Why? Why? ”

Yan Zongping muttered to himself with a face full of disbelief.

"The legend is really still a legend, he is my legend, he is the legend of Yanjing, the legend is undoubted, the legend cannot be broken." Yan Qingyu's eyes lit up and he looked out of the door, and the blood in his body was boiling.

This sudden sword undoubtedly shocked too many people and made too many people feel incredible.

Looking at the figure that slowly walked step by step, it slowly became clear from the hazy, and when they saw Ning Fan's appearance clearly, the people around couldn't help but tremble. Cat flutter Chinese