In a very short period of time, three spirit skills were released in a row, and two of them were still the fourth and fifth spirit skills, which caused a lot of consumption to Qian Duoduo, but these consumption were worth it.

Yang Jie is sixty-two, and he is not an ordinary sixty-second level, he ranks among the top ten in the Kan Academy of True Martial Arts, his strength should not be underestimated, and he has a lot of combat experience, otherwise it is impossible to compete with Kacha, you know, in the trial battlefield back then, Kacha Ke single-handedly killed dozens of times the enemy of himself!

Only an experienced person like Yang Jie can compete against Kacha with his rank, and ordinary people of the same level cannot be Kacha's opponent at all, even if there are ten, they will still be tortured.

Kacha and Qian Duoduo cooperated more and more tacitly, naturally they would not waste the opportunity for Qian Duoduo to come out, the fourth spirit ring suddenly shone brightly, and the fourth spirit skill "Chao Blur" was activated, and two pink rays of light suddenly shot out from the red eyes, piercing into Yang Jie's eyes, and he was in a hurry in the reversal of the universe, and suddenly fell into a state of charm, the whole world disappeared, and his soul completely fell into a pink dream.

With the increase of Kacha's level, the scope of action of this charm skill has also increased, with her current cultivation of the fifty-second level, no more than seventy-two level Spirit Saints will be forced to charm for one second, and the six-ring Spirit King will be forced to charm for two seconds, and the lower the opponent's level, the longer the charm time. When Kacha is level seventy, the ninetieth level supreme will be forcibly charmed, which is the fear of this skill.

Yang Jie was first trapped by Qian Duoduo, and then hit by Kacha's charm skill, completely losing control of his body, this duration is about two seconds, don't underestimate these two seconds, the master duel, even a fraction of a second is enough to change the overall situation.

Listening to Kacha's soft shout, the demon knife broke red, and the entire blade turned scarlet, buzzing and vibrating with a crisp sound, and the tip of the knife lit up with a shining cross star, and the martial spirit technique "Smoke and Rain Broken Red" was launched.

A crimson knife light ran across the entire battlefield, Yang Jie howled miserably, his right hand was broken at the shoulder, and the severed limbs were thrown with blood, this was still the result of Kacha leaving his hand, if it wasn't for Ye Wentian's request to capture Yang Jie alive, the target of this knife would be the heart.

After the sword slashed off his arm, he didn't stop, passing through the bodies of the three disciples of the Ink Sword Sect in a row, and penetrating more than a dozen private soldiers before slowly dissipating.

"Who dares to resist again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife!" Kacha stepped on Yang Jie's knee and stomped him to the ground, his red eyes flickering and scanning the audience. Grabbing his hair with one hand, and holding a horizontal knife on his neck with the other, the effect of the martial arts technique has not yet dissipated, and the crimson blade is sharp, and before it touches the skin, a deep blood mark has been drawn.

Yang Jie's shoulder couldn't stop the bleeding, his face instantly turned as white as paper, coupled with the chilling breath on his neck, he hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop me!"

Hearing Yang Jie's shout, the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect, who were already afraid and afraid, collapsed, and one by one gave up resistance, and the Ink Sword dissipated, holding his head and squatting on the ground, like a humiliated captive.

At the entrance of the mansion, there was blood everywhere, and it had been a long time since there had been such a large-scale shopping incident in the imperial capital.

There were only people standing on Ye Wentian's side, Yang Jie, the surviving disciples of the Ink Sword Sect, and the private soldiers, all of whom were squatting or kneeling, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads, for fear that Ye Wentian would notice and cut him.

Yu Taihang's four people cooperated extremely tacitly, although they were all injured, but the injuries were not serious, they were all skin injuries. They never imagined that with the strength of just four people, they could really fight against an enemy ten times their own. At this moment, they were even more convinced that Ye Wentian was right, and that he didn't fight not because he couldn't fight, but because he didn't have the courage to break through a single qiē.

Ye Wentian glanced at it, twenty-seven disciples of the Ink Sword Sect and the private soldiers of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion died, of which eleven disciples of the Ink Sword Sect died, which had far exceeded expectations, and Yu Taixing and their appearance was even better than expected.

"Ye, Ye Wentian, what do you want? You'd better let me go immediately, otherwise my father won't let you go, and the Ink Sword Sect won't let you go!" Yang Jie was stepped on by Kacha and knelt in front of Ye Wentian, as if he was intimidating.

Ye Wentian threw out two ice bombs in the air, sealing the wound on Yang Jie's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You really don't have a long lesson, and you dare to threaten me now?"

Yang Jie's face turned pale suddenly, and he hurriedly closed his mouth and didn't dare to say more, he could only express his anger with his eyes.

Ye Wentian said: "From the moment I injured Yang An, I knew that the Marquis of Dingyuan would not let me go, and the Ink Sword Sect would not let me go. And now that I have killed so many disciples of the Ink Sword Sect, do you think it is possible for me to reconcile with the Ink Sword Sect and the Marquis of Dingyuan?"

"Of course not!" Yang Jie said.

"That's right, since you don't, why do you think I'm letting you go? Give me a reasonable reason. Ye Wentian turned around and sneered, suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jie, pinched his face and snorted, "Moreover, you dare to say that you are not here to kill me this time? You brought so many people, don't you just want to capture and kill me while my foundation is not stable, so as to cut off the troubles of the owner of your father's old dog?"

"You, how do you know?" Yang Jie's eyes suddenly panicked, and his eyes wandered and he didn't dare to look at Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian patted his face and said coldly: "Let me guess, who is the owner of your father's old dog? Who is the master of the Ink Sword Sect? It's the Qilin Sect, right?"

"You ......" Yang Jie's face was pinched and deformed, he couldn't speak clearly, and his eyes were full of fear.

Ye Wentian let go of his hand, and his fingers pointed along Kacha, Qian Duoduo, and Yu Taihang one by one: "If I don't have enough strength, if I am captured and killed by you today, then what will happen to these people around me?"

"Yang An is not a good thing, you are not a good thing, you can give birth to two brute sons, your father Dingyuan Marquis must not be a good thing, since you are willing to be a dog biting people, then don't blame me for killing dogs and not looking at the master! I said, I will fight back one by one against those who target me, and I will kill those who want to kill me one by one. So, what do you think I should do with you?"

Ye Wentian grabbed Yang Jie's neck and picked him up, just like carrying a chicken.

Yang Jie was out of breath, his face turned red, and he puffed out his eyes and hissed: "You, you let me go, I promise never again, I won't target you, this matter will be written off......

"Dreaming!" Ye Wentian shouted violently, and directly slammed Yang Jie into the courtyard, then turned around and scanned the audience and ordered, "Escort all the disciples of the Ink Sword Sect into the dungeon, and the rest of the people will get out of the dungeon immediately, and give Yuanhou a word, if he wants to save his son, take 500,000 spirit stones in exchange!"

500,000 spirit stones is a full 50 million gold coins!

After speaking, he personally carried Yang Jie towards the dungeon in the mansion, and the remaining twenty disciples of the Ink Sword Sect all surrendered and were bound when they heard that there was hope for redemption, and the wolf was like a lost dog.

The private soldiers were frightened, and when the gate of the Hou Mansion was slammed shut, they screamed and fled in all directions, they wanted to bring the news back and bring it to the Marquis of Dingyuan.

Finally, a blazing fireball flew out and landed at the door of the mansion, turning into a sea of fire in an instant.