Not only that, this majestic internal force seemed to form independent moving pillars of air, lifting up the dust under his feet and lingering around Ye Jinglan's body.

There was a rare trace of surprise on Su Wangting's face, and he nodded slightly and said: "Yes, it is indeed an amazing internal force, and it has almost formed a sword intention. I admit that you are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered."

A sneer appeared on Ye Jinglan's face for the first time: "As expected of a jade-faced demon sword, he actually knows the meaning of the sword."

Su Wangting raised the corner of his mouth: "I just said almost, it is still far from forming a real sword intention!!"

After he finished speaking, Su Wangting let out a soft drink, and there was a faint crackling sound from the muscles and bones all over his body.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound suddenly came from beside him.

A dead leaf that was blown by the air wave around Ye Jinglan suddenly split into two next to Su Wangting, as if it had hit an invisible sharp blade.

"Sword intent!?" Ye Jinglan said in shock.

"Yes, sword intention."

Su Wangting waved to him and uttered three words coldly.

"Come on, trash."

"You are the waste!!"

"boom!!"

Dust was flying under Ye Jinglan's feet, and the ground that had already collapsed collapsed another inch.

And in the flying dust, Ye Jinglan had disappeared on the spot.

"when!!"

A spark suddenly flew in front of Su Wangting.

A ripple visible to the naked eye actually rippled in the air in front of Su Wangting, as if the space in front of him was distorted by some huge force.

And a black knife was already unsheathed.

Su Wangting's right hand holding the sword was raised high, and he kept the action of drawing the sword, motionless like a statue.

“Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo… Dang!!”

A rapidly rotating broken sword fell from the air and plunged into the hard bluestone floor with a spark.

"thump!"

And a figure also fell behind Su Wangting.

Ye Jinglan!!

"call……"

Su Wangting let out a long sigh, waved his sword and returned it to its sheath.

Turning around, he looked down coldly at Ye Jinglan, whose eyes were still open.

There was a long indentation on his chest, but no blood was seen.

"I haven't used the sword-drawing technique seriously for many years." Su Wangting caressed the scabbard on his waist, "This blow of yours is very beautiful! I admit that you are indeed an opponent worthy of my seriousness."

"What... such a terrifying speed of drawing the sword..." Ye Jinglan breathed hard, clutching his chest and trembling, "But... why did you use the back of the knife... did you mean to not kill me...

"

Su Wangting said lightly: "It would be a pity to kill you after spending so much effort to make you realize something."

"puff!!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Jinglan's mouth.

"But...but you said...the living party is the right one, but we are all still alive at this time...then which one is right...which one is wrong...which one is good...which one is evil..."

"It seems that you still haven't realized it." Su Wangting showed a wry smile and squatted down next to Ye Jinglan, "What is right and wrong, and what is good and evil in this world? You can tell me when we meet next time.

I."

"Next time... I'll tell you with a sword..."

Su Wangting patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "If you find other ways to tell me, maybe we will really become friends."

"hope so……"

Ye Jinglan tilted his head and fainted.

Su Wangting patted his shoulder again, stood up, and looked towards the courtyard door.

"Come out." Su Wangting suddenly said coldly.

A trembling figure appeared at the door.

It was one of the Cuiyougu disciples who had just been let go.

Su Wangting raised his eyebrows: "Why, let you live, don't you want it?"

The disciple glanced at the corpses of Songlu and Zhao Lingan in panic, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I beg you boldly, let us collect the bodies of our three fellow disciples..."

Su Wangting snorted softly and said: "Ye Jinglan is not dead, just go back and recuperate. Those two...carry them away quickly, so as not to stink up other people's yards."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The disciple hurriedly waved behind him, and the few returning disciples walked into the courtyard cautiously and thanked Su Wangting repeatedly.

Su Wangting said in a deep voice: "Listen carefully. Go back and tell Nangong Lian directly. If anyone from the Qian family loses his life at the hands of your Cuiyougu, I, Su Wangting, will definitely come to ask for an explanation!"
Chapter completed!