"Twenty years ago, my eldest brother forced Chu Yu to death in front of me, planting hatred in my heart, and I cultivated the Lone Star Sword Technique with my hatred for him, mutilated myself all my life, and became his lackey."

"The more I hate him in the past twenty years, the higher my cultivation becomes, and I go to Kunlun Mountain every five years to fight him to the death. However, every time it was in his hands, there were no more than three moves! ”

"I can't take revenge in my life, so I gave you the Sword Spirit Neidan he gave me, just hoping that you can kill him for me."

"This is also another person's request!"

Yan Baye smiled bitterly.

"Who?" Qin Yi asked.

"Fu Dengjie!"

"Back then, he was the first young man in the sea of clouds, and he wanted to avenge Chu Yu when he went north, but he was stopped by me under the Forbidden City, and finally killed by me with a sword, he had only one wish before he died, that is, let me kill Yan Jiutian!"

"I'm out of play, so I can only borrow your hand."

Yan Baye said.

"Okay, I promise you!" Qin Yi said calmly.

"Don't be frustrated by my sword, this sword is given by Kunlun Venerable, if Yan Jiutian carries the hatred of your body, he can't stop it!"

"You can't kill Yan Dongyang today, there are too many masters in this mansion, as soon as I die, without the Lone Star Sword to suppress them, it will be difficult for you to get out of the way!"

"Let me give you a ride!"

Yan Baye took out a pill, swallowed it, forcibly cheered up, and staggered towards the door.

"Let me ask you, who can win, me or the Martial God?" The moment the door opened, Qin Yi asked.

Yan Baye stopped, turned his back and was silent for a moment: "You still have a year, once the Martial God Temple is completed, it will be the day of the Tianshan Sword Debate." Between you, I will choose you, because you are affectionate, my eldest brother is ruthless, if people have no affection, they are no different from withered grass, and heaven and earth are helpless! ”

Speaking of this, he no longer had the strength to speak, Qin Yi walked over, opened the door and walked out side by side with him.

Outside the hall, the captains of the Eight Desolations Army gathered, solemnly guarding outside the hall, confronting the soldiers and secret guards of the Yan family's inner gate, and the Eight Masters' Mansion exuded a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Eighth uncle, this person intends to kill me, which is not good for the Yan family, and he must be removed." Yan Dongyang stood behind the Kunlun envoy and the others, shouting from afar.

"Except for him? By you? ”

"Come on, let Mr. Unknown and Pu Jia leave the house!"

Yan Baye lowered his head and gasped violently for a few breaths, and once again forced his last breath to breathe, and ordered.

"Eighth child, you're crazy, he came to the door, and you still want to let him go?" Fourth Master Yan said coldly.

"This is my territory, what do I say, what do I do?"

"If you want to stop him, step over my corpse!"

After Yan Baye finished saying this, he shook his long sleeves, put his hands behind his back, his waist was straight, looking up at the sky, with a faint smile on his face, at the last moment of his life, he thought of the night when the Chu family destroyed the door, Chu Yu sang a song all night in the city.

"Persuade Jun Yangchun to have three glasses of wine, nine steps between the flowers and people's intestines, this situation has been broken and turned into blood, and Huangquan Biluo has an echo......"

Chu Yu sang all night, and Yan Ba cried all night!

He never thought that he was a king, what a great person, only a wanderer in Sijiu City!

After twenty years of imprisonment, twenty years of hatred, and twenty years of suffering, I was finally freed......

"Eighth Master!"

The generals of the Eight Desolations Legion stood in unison with the people in the mansion, bent down and saluted, and paid their final respects to this one of the most powerful people in China.

"Actually, he's the real wretched!"

Lin Pujia held Qin Yi's hand and sighed softly.

Qin Yi turned around, didn't look at Yan Baye again, and took Lin Pujia and walked slowly.

Thundered!

The soldiers and guards of the Yan family, swords and guns, blocked Qin Yi's retreat!

"Kill the nameless!" Yan Dongyang shouted loudly.

Qin Yi's previous blow had already formed a terrifying shadow in his heart, and he had a premonition that if he didn't kill this person today, it would become a nightmare in the future!

"Pu Jia, are you afraid?" Qin Yi took Lin Pujia's hand and asked with a smile.

"I'm not afraid, I can be with you, why die?" Lin Pujia smiled gently, she has never been so happy as she is at this moment, wearing red makeup, and her beloved man's fingers are interlocked, she is married to Yan Ba today, why not him?

"The bones of the eighth master are not cold, I see that whoever dares to disobey the order of the eighth master, get out of the way for me, whoever dares to stop Mr. Nameless, don't blame me for being ruthless under Li Bing's sword!"

The commander of the Eight Desolation Legion, the strongest Flood Desolation Legion, pulled out the war knife on his waist, pointed directly at Yan Dongyang and the others, and shouted.

Suddenly, the soldiers of the Eight Desolations showed their swords and guns, and the two sides confronted each other, and there was a great momentum of triggering.

"Li Bing, you are a little outer door officer, dare to confront the inner gate, are you impatient?" Yan Dongyang said unhappily.

"Yes, your inner gate claims to have 100,000 people, and the masters are like clouds, and there are even the Great Yan Army that is famous all over the world!"

"But I, Li Bing and a few brothers, are the soldiers of the eighth master one day, and they are the soldiers of the eighth master in this life, whoever dares to fight against the eighth master, I want his head!"

Li Bing was stunned and sneered.

Several other legion commanders also showed their blades at the same time to take a stand, they usually fight in private, but they have absolute loyalty to Yan Baye!

"Dongyang, look at ......" Yan Siye looked at Yan Dongyang and frowned and reminded.

Yan Dongyang is not stupid, this is the outer gate, the lair of the Eight Desolation Legions, if he really wants to fight, although the people he brought are elite, they can't stand this gang of ruffians There are more than 10,000 people, and they will definitely not take advantage.

Besides, as soon as the eighth master dies, it is a matter of time before the outer door is shuffled, and it is impossible to make a hard bar at this time.

Anyway, this is Yanjing, even if the nameless has wings, where can he fly?

The key is that Yan Dongyang didn't dare to be too anxious, there were masters around him, but if there was no name and another chase, he couldn't hold back.

"Big brother, the eighth uncle's bones are not cold, don't make trouble, let's get busy first." Yan Beiyang glanced at Qin Yi, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly came over to play the round.

Yan Dongyang happened to take advantage of this step, his tone softened, and he snorted coldly: "Okay, since it is the order of the eighth uncle, I will give you this face and release people!" ”

As soon as he gave the order, the disciples and soldiers of the inner and outer gates were allowed to pass at the same time, making way for a way.

Qin Yi didn't rush to leave, looking at Yan Dongyang, Sen Ran sneered: "Young Master Yan, you'd better prepare a few more stand-in puppets, otherwise the next time we meet, we won't be so lucky." ”

He had already calmed down the hatred and anger in his heart at this time, especially when he had just smashed the stand-in with one move, Qin Yi found that he didn't have that kind of revenge!

Killing Yan Dongyang with one move was definitely not what he wanted, he wanted to defeat the entire Yan family, slowly torture, and let Yan Dongyang die in despair!

"You can leave Yanjing alive and talk to me about the next meeting!"

"Don't send it!"

Yan Dongyang blushed and said in a cold voice.

PS: There will be an update later.

(End of chapter)