Just reborn, my wife and daughter were humiliated

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng's face remained calm.

In an instant, he swung his sword towards Ouyang Qianxia again.

"Pfft!"

"Qianxia!" Niu Sixi cried out in grief, and his figure instantly rushed towards Ouyang Qianxia.

At this time, Ouyang Qianxia had a huge wound on her chest and blood was flowing.

Niu Sixi sat on the ground holding Ouyang Qianxia, ​​his face full of panic.

"Qianxia, ​​Qianxia, ​​what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, let's go home, let's go home, it's me who hurt you!" Niu Sixi said incoherently.

Then he looked at Ye Feng with eyes wide open: "Ye Feng, what on earth are you doing?"

"You have been bewitched by the stone painting."

"I am Niu Sixi!"

Ye Feng looked at the stone painting again, and then walked towards Niu Sixi and the other person.

When he came in front of the two people, Ye Feng said lightly: "You are not them!"

"Hey!"

A sword energy was released instantly, and Ouyang Qianxia and Niu Sixi were killed.

Niu Sixi and Ouyang Qianxia both had expressions of reluctance and confusion in their eyes. They would never understand until their death why Ye Feng acted so decisively.

Ye Feng turned his head and looked at the stone painting on the stone wall.

The swordsman standing on the giant bird in the stone painting turned his head and looked at Ye Feng with a cold face.

The next second, the swordsman actually walked out slowly from the stone painting.

After arriving in front of Ye Feng, the swordsman snorted coldly and said, "You even killed your own friends!"

"You are so decisive and cruel!"

"It's just an illusion. Now that you've come out, does that mean I'm going to defeat you?" Ye Feng said calmly, "But I'm curious, what exactly does this stone painting want me to understand?"

"And what does it have to do with opening the stone gate?"

"The first three stone paintings clearly teach the method of opening the stone door, why do you need to do this?"

The swordsman looked at Ye Feng coldly and said, "I don't understand, what are you talking about?"

"I am a swordsman. When I encounter great evil, I must intervene and draw my sword!"

"Tell me your name. I won't kill nameless people!"

After hearing the swordsman's words, Ye Feng was stunned and suddenly laughed.

"This is the first time someone has said that I am a wicked person, but you are right, I am not a good person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng waved his hand, and the White Dragon Sword behind Murong Feng instantly appeared in his hand.

Why did Ye Feng still hold the White Dragon Sword in his hand when he clearly didn't need any weapons?

Because the swordsman standing opposite Ye Feng at this time made him feel a sense of pressure and threat.

This threat is not due to the level of cultivation, but because of the sword intent of the swordsman.

The sword intent that can produce pressure and threat to oneself shows that the swordsman's skill in swordsmanship is definitely not low, and it is even possible that he can surpass oneself.

"Zheng!" The long sword behind the swordsman was unsheathed in an instant, and then stabbed towards Ye Feng silently.

Seeing the swordsman draw his sword, Ye Feng nodded in his heart, "This is a real swordsman."

"When I draw my sword, I do not hesitate at all, and I only have the sword in my eyes!"

"Chi!" The swordsman's sword was twenty centimeters away from Ye Feng's throat in the blink of an eye. Ye Feng could even feel the coldness on the tip of the sword.

Ye Feng turned around, and at the same time, he lowered his body with his waist and horse together, and stabbed the swordman's sword-holding armpit with his backhand.

If the swordsman wanted to continue attacking, he would definitely be stabbed in the armpit by Ye Feng's White Dragon Sword.

The swordsman had no choice but to change his tactics. He swung his sword from top to bottom, drawing a circle and deflecting the White Dragon Sword.

Then it swept towards Ye Feng's legs in an instant.

Ye Feng tapped his feet lightly and retreated instantly, while the swordsman followed closely behind him.

The two figures had reached the corner of the hall in the blink of an eye. At this time, there was a stone wall behind Ye Feng, and he had nowhere to retreat.

What a good Ye Feng! He pressed his heels on the stone wall and then instantly retreated on the stone wall. In the blink of an eye, he was above the swordsman's head. Then he flipped over and came behind the swordsman.

"Whoosh!" Ye Feng slashed at the back of the swordsman's neck with his sword.

The swordsman's reaction was also quick. He had no time to turn around, and the long sword in his hand stabbed directly from behind, blocking the back of his neck. The White Dragon Sword and the swordsman's long sword collided with each other.

"clang!"

Ye Feng was surprised by the swordsman's reaction, and at the same time, a strong fighting spirit rose in his heart.

Without waiting for the swordsman to turn around, Ye Feng swung his White Dragon Sword again at an extremely fast speed, stabbing out dozens of swords in an instant.

After blocking Ye Feng's attack, the swordsman turned around and fired dozens of swords at Ye Feng at the same time.

Seeing the swordsman's quick reaction, Ye Feng's eyes were filled with excitement.

The two of them instantly trembled together again, and the sound of swords clashing echoed throughout the hall.

"Clang clang clang!"

The two men fought faster and faster, and the swordsman's eyes were full of surprise.

Then the swordsman's attack became more fierce, and for a moment Ye Feng was forced back more than ten steps by the swordsman.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was surprised.

Ye Feng had never seen the swordsman's sword moves before. Many of the moves in the sword art that he inherited were created by himself.

The swordsman's sword moves were well-organized and each move was mysterious. Comparing the two, Ye Feng actually discovered the shortcomings in his own sword moves.

For a long time, Ye Feng has inherited the Ye family's heritage and the swordsmanship in the ancient tomb. If Ye Feng's swordsmanship is simply based on swordsmanship, no one can defeat him.

But now Ye Feng discovered that the swordsman had found a flaw in his sword moves.

And not just one move.

Ye Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and then he swung out another sword, and then another sword, but they were two identical sword moves.

The swordsman frowned when he saw this.

But then his face returned to normal and he continued to attack Ye Feng fiercely.

The two exchanged hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye, but Ye Feng just used the same moves to meet the enemy.

"Swish!" The swordsman's sword left a wound on Ye Feng's arm.

Ye Feng ignored him and used the same move again.

However, this move was somewhat different from the previous ones. It directly pushed the swordsman's sword back an inch.

When the swordsman saw this scene, a look of shock appeared on his face.

The next second, Ye Feng's attack came again, still the same move.

"Chichichi!"

Ye Feng stabbed out dozens of swords in a row. Although it was the same move, each sword was slightly different from the previous one.

Maybe it's a small change, maybe it's a big change.

Just after Ye Feng launched his attack, Ye Feng suddenly jumped out of the battle circle.

The swordsman followed closely, and Ye Feng's eyes lit up, he raised his hand and swung his sword, which had already changed into another move.

The two fought for an unknown amount of time, and Ye Feng's body was covered with wounds.

However, Ye Feng's face was full of excitement, and then he gradually calmed down.

In the beginning, his single moves were unable to cope with the swordsman's attacks and he was often injured, but now he has forced the swordsman to retreat again and again.

Ye Feng's sword became faster and faster, and his moves became more and more fierce, and the swordsman began to get hurt under Ye Feng's constant attacks.

The situation between the two of them turned around in an instant.

"Chichichi!"

"呲呲呲!"

The swordsman kept retreating, while Ye Feng's eyes were cold and his face was expressionless.

At this moment, there was only the sword in his eyes, and every change in sword skills was constantly replayed in his mind.

"clang!"

After the swords collided, the two men stepped back at the same time, looking at each other coldly.

The swordsman asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Now it should be called White Dragon Sword Technique!" Ye Feng glanced at the White Dragon Sword in his hand and said lightly.