Reincarnation of the Empress: My Brother Has the Appearance of a Great Emperor

But Jiang Batian knew that Leng Yiyi was not dead!

I don't know who rescued him, and no matter how he checked, he couldn't find any traces. In the end, he could only let it go and publicize the death of all members of the Leng family.

"You killed my son?"

wrong.

It's only been half a year, even if Leng Yiyi becomes a monk, he might kill so many guards of the Jiang family at once!

"It's you?"

Jiang Batian looked at Su Yun angrily.

"Are you the backer of the Leng family girl?"

Su Yun spread his hands: "I won't interfere in the affairs of the Jiang family and my junior sister."

The Jiang family was the direct murderer who led to the demise of the Leng family. At the beginning, Yukui did not take action. Su Yun guessed that he wanted Leng Yiyi to avenge himself.

Besides, for the current Leng Yiyi, the Jiang family is really not a threat.

Leng Yiyi took a step forward and said in a cold voice, "Kill you all, it's enough to have me!"

Jiang Batian laughed in anger.

"Huangkou Xiaowa, I don't know how high the sky is, today I will kill you two dogs and men and avenge my son!"

While speaking, Jiang Batian brought his aura to the top.

A broad-backed sword appeared in his hand.

"Crack the stone!"

Rumble!

The spirit weapon sword swept out a huge momentum, making a rumbling sound like a boulder rolling down in the air. This strike was powerful and overbearing.

The faces of the people around changed, and all of them stared with wide eyes, wanting to see how Leng Yiyi would solve it.

If you dare to fight the Jiang family, you must have something to rely on, right?

Although they didn't feel that Leng Yiyi, who had only practiced for half a year, could compete with the entire Jiang family.

Leng Yiyi's eyes were cold, she raised her head, faced the sword force, and stabbed with a sword.

This sword is extremely ordinary, without any moves at all, more like a weapon wielded by a novice.

A sarcasm flashed in Jiang Batian's eyes.

However, his expression changed suddenly.

I saw the sword that Leng Yiyi stabbed, still in the fierce aura, as steady as a rock!

A sword, like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky, soars without anger, and the power completely converges in the body.

boom! ! !

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, there was an explosion, and the spiritual energy gathered by Jiang Batian's move exploded and disappeared without a trace!

"How is that possible!?" he exclaimed, "Impossible! What did you do? What did you do just now?"

A sword, without any moves, how to break the move?

A trace of sadness flashed in Leng Yiyi's eyes, and she said softly, "Senior brother, I hate it so much."

"Oh? Hate what?"

"I hate my Leng family, but I was destroyed by such a trivial villain. If I had the current cultivation base..."

She hates.

The existence that hates herself now that she can be easily beheaded has become the main culprit behind the downfall of her Leng family.

The weaker the Jiang family is, the more she feels that there is a hatred that is hard to let go of.

If you had cultivated earlier, what would have happened?

"Junior sister, the past cannot be recalled, and there are not so many ifs in this world." Su Yun said indifferently, "Regret is also an experience. How can there be so many perfect things in this world?"

Leng Yiyi took a deep breath and nodded lightly, "I see."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Batian and said with cold eyes: "When you killed my family, I will kill your family today, and there will be no grudges between the two families!"

Jiang Batian's eyes were terrified.

"Quick! Quick! Let's go together and kill together..."

puff! ! !

The sword light flashed, and the big knife in Jiang Batian's hand flew off, followed by one of his arms.

"Homeowner!"

An elder from the Jiang family shouted: "Let's go together and kill this monster!"

"Demon..." Liu Yiyi murmured, "Then today, I will be transformed into a demon."

Facing the swarming Jiang family, Leng Yiyi's state of mind sank into a state of no-self, one person and one sword forward.