Chapter 315

Arm, broken.

The young man in black standing next to Ye Yao covered his arms, and his blood gushed out wildly and dyed a large area of the ground red.

The broken arm is his, not ye Yao.

"What's going on?"

The eyes of the crowd were slightly frozen. There stood a slender and handsome young man. He was wearing a set of elegant white clothes, spotless, giving people a sense of elegant and cold beauty. In his hand, he held a long sword, a long sword dripping blood.

What a sharp sword.

Ye Chen sighed in his heart that the sword was too fast and fierce. At the moment of cutting off his arm, it also cut off the steel knife, as if he had seen through everything.

Moreover, judging from the point of view of the swordsman in white, I'm afraid this man has long been lurking around. He can escape Ye Chen's perception and suddenly rescue Ye Yao. Such a swordsman is terrible.

"Brother, this is a personal grudge between me and them. Please give me the Yang family a face and don't interfere." Yang Yu stared at the white swordsman and frowned tightly. He couldn't see through his cultivation. When he was shocked, he also directly moved out of the Yang family's name as a deterrent.

"If you want to kill them, I don't have any opinion, but she is the only one you can't touch." the white swordsman's face remained unchanged, said coldly, stretched out his hand to Ye Yao, making Yang Yu's eyebrows frown worse.

The reason why he can threaten Ye Chen is that he has Ye Yao as a hostage. If ye Yao breaks away from his control, waiting for Yang Yu will come to an extremely tragic end. Therefore, he must not let Ye Yao go.

His eyes trembled slightly, and Yang Yu winked secretly.

Those young men in black also showed the idea of killing in their eyes. They had just stepped out. In an instant, they saw a black sword flash in front of them.

Poof poof!

Blood arrows gushed out. Several young people in black covered their throat and opened their eyes. They didn't even know how they died.

"I said, she's the only one you can't touch."

The swordsman in White said coldly, and his fierce spirit bloomed and swept across the whole space.

"No!"

A sharp sword intention locked Yang Yu's body firmly. The extremely strong sense of danger made his face pale and his body wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The dark sword light was suddenly blooming, deep and strange. A deep pain came from his chest and lowered his head. He saw a ferocious sword mark on his chest.

The swordsman in white stood in front of him.

His sword, still dripping blood.

"Merciless sword, merciless under the sword, I never expected that I would die in your hand." Yang Yu spit blood out of her mouth and laughed at herself. Then she fell to the ground and died in peace.

All this happened in a very short time. At this time, everyone looked up at the white swordsman and the cold corpse stained with blood.

"Ruthless sword? You are ruthless childe, Mo Yi?" Yuan Heng's voice trembled when he spoke.

The top ten CHILDES represent the ten most outstanding young people in the imperial city.

Chess master is one of them.

And ruthless childe is one of them.

But different from the former's noble status, this ruthless childe left only endless fierce fame in the imperial city.

Ruthless childe's original name is Mo Yi. He is a member of the Mohist school.

It is said that he had a branch, his parents died early, his talents and qualifications were very mediocre, and he was lonely by nature. He rarely communicated with others. He was an inconspicuous existence in Mohism.

But five years ago, all this changed dramatically.

That day, Mo Yi suddenly took a woman back to the Mohist family and claimed that the woman was his wife. The two had been married.

This woman is extremely beautiful. It's not too much to say that she is a national beauty and natural fragrance. Moreover, this woman is born with a strange fragrance. Everywhere she goes, she will leave a faint fragrance. This fragrance can attract Pink Butterflies to play. Even if people smell it, they will feel refreshed and calm.

At that time, not to mention the whole Mohist school, even the imperial city was shocked by this woman.

But at this time, a prince had a feeling for this woman. He secretly took her into the palace and prepared to have fun. Unexpectedly, Moyi's wife was very chaste. When the prince didn't pay attention, he took out a dagger and killed himself on the spot. He would rather die than keep his innocence.

Mo Yi, who knew this, was furious on the spot. He directly carried a long sword and killed the prince in the palace.

That night, it was a rainy night, with thunder rolling.

As long as Mo Yi walked through, there were corpses everywhere and blood stained long streets. The sound of wailing alone could cover the thunder.

He walked slowly until he reached the prince's palace, and then killed him with his long sword.

The prince is the son of the monarch, and his status is so noble.

But Moyi killed him, cut off his head and hung it on the beam of the palace for three days and three nights, shocking the whole city.

However, unexpectedly, the royal family didn't go deep into the matter. Even the Mohists rarely kept silent and acquiesced in Mo Yi's move.

One night killing, ruthless end.

Since then, the name of ruthless sword has left a brand in everyone's heart, the brand of fear.

After that, Mo Yi also left the Mohist school. As for where he went, no one knows or dares to ask.

Ye Chen looks at the famous swordsman in front of him, and the other party turns his head and stares at Ye Chen. The two eyes are opposite, and the whole space is one of them.

"I'll take her."

Pondering for a moment, ink is easy