Chapter 662: But enmity

"Old hatred? Isn't this girl your woman?"
Zi Yun looked suspicious, her gaze at Ye Fan was a bit strange.
Ye Fan, who already has two fiancées, will inevitably be called lustful by these women.
"Don't talk nonsense, she is just my sister. I haven't seen her for more than two years. I didn't expect that she has changed herself, and she will almost never recognize her!
Ye Fan explained seriously, inevitably feeling a little bit.
On the battle stage, after Situ Jing shouted to no avail, he had to give up looking for someone and continue to deal with Wen Jing.
"I have heard rumors that the Ye Fan gave you dust-free swordsmanship. Now I finally learned it. It's a pity that there is dust-free swordsmanship. But that's even the case with my Xuanjinmen's body-refining exercises. Can't make it!"
Situ Jing scorned Wen Jing fiercely. He was looking for a bit of face for the things he had just done. The next moment the giant fist had already hit Wen Jing.
He was in the late stage of the seventh stage of the Vientiane Realm, while Wen Jing only had the early stage of the fourth stage. Both in terms of age and realm, both were bullying the younger.
Wen Jing has been able to persist until now and has been able to prove the power of the Wuchen Sword Technique.
"Now, I won't keep my hands anymore, prepare to die!"
Situ Jing yelled violently, the face of his fist was full of violent power, and the stern wind of the fist slammed the mysterious iron sword with a crisp sound.
A trace of shock appeared on Wen Jingjian's pretty face. This punch was indeed much stronger than before. As Situ Ming's younger brother, this Situ Jing was many times more powerful.
It's just that he had been sent by the Situ family to the Xuanjinmen to practice, so the Wen family didn't even know.
For such a genius, the hiding is too deep.
"Meditation and breath, gather in the sword, with no thoughts, only the sword heart! In the breeze, look for the dustlessness, between the heaven and the earth, look for the way of the sword!"
Ye Fan's voice appeared again, and it came from all directions, into Wen Jing's ears, and she quickly understood it.
Her dust-free swordsmanship has made her superb, but Ye Fan still has too many problems in the eyes of the sword master.
The most important thing is the dust-free artistic conception. Wen Jing only learned the moves, but did not learn the sword heart, and could not exert the true power of the dust-free swordsmanship.
The Sanwu Sword Art is known as the most powerful sword art in the world, which is weighed by history.
If it weren't for the Heavenly Scourge caused by the Heavenly Sword, the Ancient Sword Pavilion would definitely become a great sect.
It has no history of ten thousand years, and its development may be faster than that of Lingxiao Palace.
"brush!"
After hearing Ye Fan's words, Wen Jing's aura gradually changed, no longer sharp, but weak.
The whole person also looks very ethereal, this is the appearance that only appears when entering the state of human and sword integration.
"Wow!"
The mysterious iron sword cleaved out, and what appeared was not a sword light, but a refreshing breeze, weak and seemingly nonexistent.
But what is hidden inside is the artistic conception of sword that is extremely difficult to figure out.
For those who use swords, the real killer is not the sword soldier itself, but the artistic conception of the sword. This is the advanced method of using the sword. 6 is also the basis for using the Sanwu Sword Art.
"puff……"
Situ Jing's original giant fist burst directly into a cloud of blood mist under the breeze.
At this moment, he really responded to Ye Fan's words. This body is as ridiculous as tofu.
"No, it's impossible. Your swordsmanship can't be so powerful. How can there be such martial skills in this world?"
Situ Jing looked at his forearm that had lost his fist and was shouting hysterically.
He and Wen Jing are four different realms away, so he should win no matter how they count.
He couldn't catch even a sword, this was really something he couldn't bear.
"I'm short-sighted, who can I blame? How can the ordinary practice of the Xuanjinmen be compared with the dustless swordsmanship, let alone you today, even if it is Jinwu coming, you can't eat it!"
Ye Fan's mocking voice appeared again, showing no mercy to this proud Situ Jing.
If such a person can also enter the top ten, wouldn't the martial arts decline?
"You... whoever you are, blame you, otherwise how could I fail!"
Situ Jing explored around, trying to find the speaker.
At the same time, Wen Jing also visited around. Today she is so lucky that she has an expert to help her.
"dead……"
While Wen Jing was searching carefully, Situ Jing was uncharacteristically, and shot a plum blossom dart on his body, heading towards Wen Jing's chest.
The goal of the plum blossom dart is the position of the heart, even if it is not poisonous, it will die quietly.
"mean!"
Seeing this scene, there was a commotion in the surrounding people, and Situ Jing had already revealed the meaning of admitting defeat, Wen Jing relaxed his vigilance, but unexpectedly carried out a sneak attack at this moment.
"Chang..."
The next moment a crisp sound appeared on the battle platform, the plum blossom dart did not hit Wen Jing, but on a purple-robed youth.
This person is naturally Ye Fan. The plum dart hit his body and spontaneously ejected away.
The body of the emperor's pinnacle is difficult to approach even with hidden weapons.
"you……"
Situ Jing was stunned, and everyone present was also stunned, even Zi Yun opened his mouth slightly, surprised at Ye Fan's terrifying body strength.
"You...who are you? Isn't it afraid to violate the rules of Tianzong's theory of rashly intervening in the battle between us?"
Looking at the gorgeous purple robe on Ye Fan, Situ Jing already knew Ye Fan's identity, but he didn't know who he was. At this moment, he could only show rules to restrict Ye Fan.
"Jing'er, are you okay!"
After Ye Fan glanced lightly, he didn't respond to him immediately, but turned to look at the girl behind him and said: "Jing'er, are you okay!"
"Ye...Brother Ye Fan!"
Wen Jing was still in a state of shock. When she saw Ye Fan, all these emotions dissipated, leaving only joy. At the same time, she couldn't help giving Ye Fan a hug.
"Just fine!"
Seeing Wen Jing cheering and cheering, Ye Fan only felt that the cute little girl was back, and patted her on the back lightly, with sentimental eyes in his eyes.
Everything about the Wen family was due to him, but he was too busy to take care of it, and even let a little girl bear so much.
"Ye Fan! You are Ye Fan..."
When Situ Jing heard this, his body trembled suddenly, and his face was both angry and fearful. "Just...you killed my brother and grabbed the key of my Situ family's ten thousand swords!"
"The battle is not over yet, there is gossip, go underground and talk to your brother!"
Ye Fan finally responded, but his tone seemed to be talking to a dead person.
"So many people here are watching, you...do you dare to kill me?" Situ Jing felt the pure killing intent in Ye Fan's eyes, and she couldn't believe it.
"If you dare to attack, you have to be conscious of death. As for the rules, they are always for good people, and bad people are not qualified to enjoy it!"
Ye Fan's mouth was full of merciless words, and at the same time his body flashed, his palms were already on Situ Jing's neck.