Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1262: Interception

Ying Luo ignored the celestial movements. Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly. Dan Feng's eyes fell upon the middle-aged Daoist nun opposite her and said, "Are you seeking death?"

The middle-aged Taoist did not reply. He slightly withdrew his gaze, causing the wide robe to ripple.

According to Ye Fengsheng's previous words, today's matter has become urgent. If this son is not removed, Kunlun's future will never be peaceful, and its harm may even exceed that of the Bone Spirit Green Eagle! If we wish to eliminate it, we must choose to begin today, then we can cultivate the responsibility of the Bone Spirit Green Sculpture. Otherwise, when the Ye Family comes in the future, Kunlun will be nothing.

Ying Luo no longer spoke. The spirit of the beasts was much fierier than that of cultivators, and Aqing was much more irritable than the cultivators. For that reason, after confirming the current intentions of the Kunlun monk, she initiated an attack first. She rushed forward. Her thin figure made the ground tremble with each step.

In the sky, Ye Fengsheng dismissed an enemy as insignificant. Most of these Kunlun elders had witnessed his recent techniques. They considered Ye Fengsheng not too difficult an opponent or believed Lu Mingxuan was more important under the title "Kunlun Sword Immortal." Hence, only one person had come to intercept Ye Fengsheng. The remaining three hurried to Lu Mingxuan's side, staring at the penetrating wound in his chest.

The fight is not for power, but for people. When enemies are few, the key is to strike first!

Ye Fengsheng's inner aura had formed a thrust. The Kunlun elder ahead could stop in mid-air. Even before reacting, Ye Fengsheng rushed straight forward, attacking with concentrated momentum. His hands and feet felt as heavy as Taishan. With one punch, he shattered the unexpected Kunlun elder.

Flying backward nearly 100 meters in the air, unable to resist the force.

Without tangible hands, Old Kunlun seemed to underestimate the power of Ye Fengsheng's fists and feet. After this punch, his blood churned, and even the once smooth spirit experienced a bit of stagnation. When he was shocked, Ye Fengsheng's foot was already pressing upon his eyes.

After losing, he wouldn't be deceived again. Dodging the foot that seemed to smash stones, he struck Ye Fengsheng's knee with the back of his hand. Simultaneously, his other hand raised a crossbar from below, clearly aiming to interrupt Ye Fengsheng's retreat.

Ye Fengsheng could no longer deal with him. He had a magical weapon protecting his body. Even if this old bastard wanted a duel, he wouldn't hesitate to use one knife for another, much less care about a minor wound. When Old Wang initiated the attack, Ye Fengsheng raised his fist, saluting his temple.

Before the fist arrived, a gust came first. This unusual force instantly imprinted a clear mark on Old Kunlun's temple.

Enough!

Just now, the punch given by Ye Fengsheng let me understand what kind of force it was. If I take the blow, I would get sick even if lucky. Now, in Kunlun, I have the advantage in numbers. Even if Ye Fengsheng sprouts wings, he won't escape. Why should I rush into a life-for-life battle with him and suffer?

At that moment, I felt my actions were very uneconomical. The Kunlun elder quickly withdrew.

Ye Fengsheng gave him no chance. He lay down on the bed. Even stronger, he struck the old mixed entity in the head with his fist, and his body shocked. His remaining hand heavily hit the fist. These two forces overlapped, revealing visible air.

Ripples erupted from the concentrated spot like a mountain torrent, pouring onto his head, showing a hint of panic. But they didn't fly onto his head. After all, they were also monks in the field of alchemy. Many ordinary people found it uncommon to compare their bodies during aura exercise. Yet even so, Ye Fengsheng's fist, the intersection of these two forces, made it difficult to descend, clearly leaving no opportunity to awaken.

The falling body naturally caused an unnatural distraction in the middle-aged Taoist's eyes below. Ying Luo seized the opportunity and rose repeatedly. Her slender hand found an opportunity to land heavily on the middle-aged Taoist, releasing power. The three palms were lined up. The middle-aged Taoist seemed to make full use of his disadvantages, but his steps remained steady and normal, except for the wide robe fluttering in turbulent waves, showing no difference or discomfort.

Ying Luo didn't believe in evil. Dan Feng's eyes flashed with malevolence. When her great tool sparkled, she jumped to the rear of the middle-aged person.

The Green Frost Sword fallen on the ground emitted a chill. At the moment when the unique cold sword sounded, the sword body soared straight into the sky. It accurately entered Lu Mingxuan's hand. At this moment, Lu Mingxuan's entire body was overshadowed by sword light. The chill belonging to the Green Frost Sword slowly spread from the hand holding the sword, extending up the arm to the torso, and even the blazing blood under the cold cover flowed out of the chest, forming a dark red frosty ice.

Originally a very handsome young monk, now standing in mid-air, his body entirely covered by cold blue frost, his face showing a somewhat penetrating color amidst the chill.

Ye Feng squinted and said nothing.

At this moment, he naturally felt the changes in Lu Mingxuan's body. He was convinced Lu Mingxuan could not tolerate the insult of his words, willing to use his life to contend with himself. Yet, he wasn't afraid. As long as he didn't feed blood or use similar methods to cut the spirit completely, there remained caution at hand. Even if Lu Mingxuan fed blood, Ye Fengsheng would certainly treat the sword waved before his death as a joke.

Of course, he preferred believing that Lu Mingxuan, who lived with Yu Tong and his son, wouldn't stoop to feeding with blood. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the Kunlun Long Sword Immortal.

The two Kunlun elders beside Lu Mingxuan clearly understood their intentions. That's why they were so anxious.

Since Lu Mingxuan entered Kunlun, the entire Kunlun provided the best growth environment and resources for cultivators. Even the successor of the future leader coveted the resources he had!

Yet he doesn't envy!

The entire Kunlun people knew the future Lu Mingxuan would become Kunlun's sharpest sword, the proof of Kunlun's existence in the world, and the "Journey to the Outside World" for the Kunlun people hundreds of years later.

Now, this sharpest sword of Kunlun — the "Journey to the Outside World" given by Kunlun — will perish together with Ye Fengsheng at this moment!

If all this is true, even if Kunlun kills Ye Fengsheng today, it cannot be described as a "painful loss!" It's like a knife is pierced in the heart!

"Ye Fengsheng humiliated me, but he also humiliated Master Yu. Due to Master Yu's kindness, Lu Mingxuan was fortunate to come to Kunlun. He has no regrets about being in Kunlun. He only hopes to be buried beside Master Yu after today and serve him tea and water to repay his grace."

His words touched deeply upon the wounds. Lu Mingxuan ignored the blood rushing from his throat and stared straight at Ye Feng, saying: "Mr. Yu told me to act upon my words. I said if I met Ye Fengsheng again, I would take his life, and I wouldn't need a second, nor a third chance. Fortunately, today marks the fourth time, and I will do my utmost for Kunlun to kill him. I assure you a generous reward!"