Chapter 321 Heartbroken Without Trace

"Ye Qinghan, why are you crazy? Why do you laugh so wildly?"

Ye Qinghan's wild laughter stunned Tu Qianjun and the people around him for a moment, and then he became slightly nervous. After all, Ye Qinghan has a good reputation, and his fierce reputation is based on killing. After Tu Qianjun was taken aback for a moment, he looked at a saint-level powerhouse hiding behind him, feeling a little relieved and full of confidence. With a gloomy face, he said angrily: "You haven't figured out the situation yet? Do you think this is Jinghu Island? Are there old things from your family? I want to settle the score with you today!"

"Ha ha!"

When Ye Qinghan heard Tu Qianjun's naked threat, not only did he not have the slightest fear on his face, but he laughed more cheerfully and dissolutely. After Tu Qianjun finished speaking, he stopped smiling, but the corner of his mouth was still full of evil coldness, and he said frivolously: "Young Master Tu, you didn't stay in your god city well, but you dared to run out. I, Ye Qinghan, admire you, pure man... It just so happens that I also want to settle the score with you!" [

"Ye Qinghan, what I don't like the most is people like you. When you get some so-called adventures, you are so arrogant. Who do you think you are? Even if you are the second dragon man, you still have to kneel in front of our god city?" Tu Qianjun saw Ye Qinghan's frivolous and evil smile, and his expression became colder. He stretched out a hand, pointed at Ye Qinghan, and said angrily:

"What are you? How dare you despise me like this? On Jinghu Island, how dare you face me? Dare to snatch the woman I like? Are you planning to go against the sky, you?"

The more Tu Qianjun spoke, the angrier he became. All the anger and resentment accumulated over the years obviously erupted at this moment. He walked back and forth a few steps, and before Ye Qinghan could say anything, he shook his hands again and said angrily:

"Do you know that I was imprisoned for five years because of you, a bastard? I was imprisoned in the God's Prison for five full years! Even my father was scolded by the God Lord. You bastard, what are you? How dare you be so crazy in front of me in the Dark Moon Hotel? How dare you meet me here alone, and laugh so wildly? Don't you fear death?"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Tu Qianjun's eloquent speech did not arouse Ye Qinghan's over-excited emotions, but instead brought him a burst of applause and a helpless wry smile.

"Why are you smiling bitterly? Why are you afraid? It's fine if you're afraid, so how about you abolish your cultivation and kneel down to me, how about I spare your dog's life?" Tu Qianjun saw Ye Qinghan lowered his head and smiled wryly, thinking that he had finally recognized the situation clearly, and grinned sinisterly.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just thinking. You, my father, can give birth to a... idiot like you, and I'm going to go against the sky."

The wry smile at the corner of Ye Qinghan's mouth turned into a sneer, his eyes suddenly became sharp and radiant, his voice was flat, but there was an indescribable coldness:

"Of course I'm nothing, compared to you, a high-ranking young master of Shencheng, I'm a pariah. But... What I want to say is, apart from you, you are not even a pariah. Your status is high, son of Shencheng, the number one young master in the mainland. But what's the matter? Are you a son of Shencheng, and everyone in the mainland should kneel in front of your feet and "lick" your shoes? That's Xue Wuhen, that's not my Ye Qinghan. Kneel anyone, let alone you, even the master of your family, the God Lord, is not qualified!"

"Besides, what are you? What is your father? You are not raised by the gods and I let you spend five years in a god's prison? It's nonsense. If you don't murder me, will you be in a god's prison? So many people died in Nether Island, and you spent five years in a god's prison. Do you think you want to pay it off? Not enough! Why do you think I should be mad in front of you? Haha... I am stronger than you, and I have a knife in my hand!"

Ye Qinghan didn't get more and more excited like Tu Qianjun, but became calmer and calmer. With a touch of his hand, he held the slender black Tushen Knife in his hand, danced a few knives in the air, and finally pointed at Tu Qianjun single-handedly. The momentum was soaring, and he said coldly: "Today, I want you to kneel down for me!"

"Kneel, kneel, kneel!"

Ye Qinghan's last two words echoed in the passage as if he had used his fighting spirit bonus. Coupled with his domineering aura, Tu Qianjun and his party were collectively taken a step back.

"You..." Tu Qianjun was suddenly shocked by Ye Qinghan's aura, and took a step back involuntarily, his face became extremely ashamed and angry when he woke up. Behind him there are a lot of saints and so many strong people, what is he afraid of? And when he looked at the dark moon behind Ye Qinghan, his face became more gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a trace of disability: "Ye Qinghan, don't rely on your little strength to be crazy with me, let's see who kneels down today?"

Ye Qinghan snorted, looked nonchalantly at a man in a golden robe behind Tu Qianjun, and said tauntingly, "Isn't there a Saint Realm hidden? I'm not afraid, let him come out!"

"Forehead?"

Tu Qianjun was shocked, and everyone in the golden robe behind him was also shocked. Ye Qinghan actually knew that there was a Saint Realm hidden on his side? This Saint Realm was secretly assigned to him by his father, and the aura was hidden along the way. If it wasn't for a Saint Realm powerhouse approaching, how could he find out?

Tu Qianjun's eyes flickered quickly, he decided not to hide his trump card anymore. He slowly stretched out one hand, raised it towards the sky, and made a strange gesture. A faint light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and then he shouted at Ye Qinghan behind him, "[

"Ye Qinghan, you die for me, Brother Chun is invincible, domineering man kills, do it!"

Brother Chun is invincible? Overlord man kill? what?

Ye Qinghan looked at Tu Qianjun inexplicably, at first he thought he would ask a strong man in the saint realm to take action, but unexpectedly he made a very inexplicable action and said some even more inexplicable words.

It's just that when he finally heard the word "hands-on", he suddenly felt the danger.

The danger came from behind. A cold murderous aura and a light wind from behind woke him up suddenly. He turned around quickly, but saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

He saw a black dagger with a faint dim light. Holding the dagger was a long and beautiful snow-white hand. On the jade hand was a familiar face...and a pair of cold eyes.

"Hey!"

Ye Qinghan's daze and shock did not slow down the speed of the dagger. The black dagger pointed at Ye Qinghan's chest, piercing like lightning, and the dark light on it was even colder at the moment.

Originally, if Ye Qinghan shifted quickly and changed positions, he might have avoided this fatal assassination. But Ye Qinghan didn't move, but stared at him in despair. The pair of cold eyes that were getting closer and closer in front of him kept shaking his head, and whispered softly: "No...impossible!"

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the dagger paused slightly on Ye Qinghan's body, and then plunged straight into Ye Qinghan's left chest, but without everyone knowing, a faint light faded from his chest, and the direction where the dagger was pierced moved a few inches.

Suffering such a great trauma, Ye Qinghan still didn't move, his eyes were still motionless, he looked at the pair of icy eyes in front of him in a daze, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Dark Moon, why?"

An Yue's eyes are no longer the charming and charming eyes of the past... but cold and chilling. She didn't answer Ye Qinghan's words, but gently drew out her dagger, walked quickly towards Tu Qianjun, and finally knelt down on one knee for Tu Qianjun, without speaking, and without looking back at Ye Qinghan, as if the two had become strangers.

"why why……"

As the dark moon dagger was pulled out, a blood mist shot out from Ye Qinghan's chest, and he stuck the God-slaying knife on the ground with one hand to prevent himself from falling. He kept covering his chest with his hands, but still couldn't stop the blood from rushing wildly. At this time...he didn't care about the pain in his chest, but held the wound, stared at the dark moon, shook his head, and murmured non-stop.

His chest hurts, but he doesn't care. At this moment, what hurt him the most was not his chest, but his heart!

My heart hurts, my heart hurts, my heart hurts...