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The soil beneath his feet was soft, the grass was vigorous, and the vines on the slope had yet to reach this place. Although the place was not large, it would be very pleasant to lie down and have a good night's sleep. Ye Mo Han turned his head to look at Fan Yi Chen, a trace of pity in his heart. When would this world be free of murder? Even if they were competing for power and profit, could they at least display it in a better way so that the losers wouldn't have to pay with their lives? Ye Mo Han knew that it was only a distant dream. In reality, he still had to follow the rules of the king and the loser's death. The world seemed to be filled with countless invisible hands that pushed Ye Mo Han forward. Ye Mo Han even felt like he was being controlled by those invisible puppets.

Were these invisible hands the so-called fate?

In less than a hundred steps, he would have to climb the hill. Ye Wen did not stop and flew past him quickly. He moved through the forest like a ghost. As soon as he arrived at the third hillside, Ye Mo stopped in his tracks because there was a person sitting down there. It was a woman in black with a knife in front of her, just like Fan Yichen's.

The woman had a smile on her face, her black clothes accentuating her delicate and beautiful skin. Her bright eyes were filled with a mixture of spring and chilliness.

"Ye Mo Han?" She had to admit that her voice was very pleasant to hear. It was gentle and made one's imagination run wild.

"You are here to ambush me?" Ye Mo Han didn't understand. With the help of the one-eyed man and Fan Yichen, the three of them were not weak at all. Why didn't they attack him together? There was still a chance for them to win.

The black-clothed woman said disdainfully: "Do you really think that everyone wants to kill you? That would be taking yourself too seriously. "

"Oh?" Ye Mo Han's face was slightly hot, and he also felt that the woman in black's words were reasonable.

Black Robe had a well-proportioned body, her two legs were still exposed, slender and fair. She leisurely walked towards Ye Mo Han: "Ye Mo's cold reputation shook the world, even if we had the most guts, we would still know that we are no match for you."

"Have we met?" Ye Mo Han hesitated for a while, but he tried his best to think of the image of the girl in front of him, but he could not remember her at all.

"Who in the world doesn't know their lord?" The woman in black had already walked up to Ye Mo Han, her left hand resting on Ye Mo Han's shoulder.

The aura of the girl in black was like an orchid, and Ye Mo Han couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. However, he didn't dare to get too close to her, and hurriedly took two steps back.

The woman in black retracted her hand and chuckled, "I've disliked these two pieces of trash for a long time. Plus, I've pissed you off, so I had a reason to do something. I wanted to do it without leaving a name, but you found out."

Ye Wen harrumphed coldly, "Fan Yichen's saber art is perfect, and the blade you used is exactly the same as his. Could it be that you're his disciple?"

The woman in black turned her head to look at the sabre behind her. A sullen look flashed in her eyes, but only for a moment. She was indeed Fan Yichen's disciple, but she was only a master in art, and the reason why Fan Yichen was willing to accept her was because of her beauty. They called her master and disciple, rather than the black-clothed woman using Fan Yichen's Ghost Holy Sword at the cost of her body.

"That's right, I am Fan Yichen's disciple." Although Ye Mo Han felt that there was something else, he didn't think too much about it.

"The crime of murdering one's teacher is no small matter."

"Ye Mo Han, I have not only killed my master, but also senior brother."

Ye Mo Han suddenly felt disgusted and said: "I advise you to quickly tell me who ordered you all to come here."

"If I hadn't said so, would you still have tried to kill me?"

"Then don't blame me!" Ye Mo Han's palms shot out at a speed so fast that Luo Ning couldn't even see them clearly.

Although Ye Wen's attacks were fast, he did not wish for the opponent to kill him, so he restrained his strength. It could be said that he had stopped there. The sudden attack from Ye Mo Han had forced Lonin into a state of confusion, and he had defended himself completely without any method to speak of. Basically, when the wind from the palm attack came from the empty door on the left, he withdrew his attack, but after a while, it shifted to the right, then to the back, and then to the front. After repeating the same process over and over again, he forced Luo Ning to retreat a few steps, but after dozens of attacks, he could tell that Ye Mo Han did not want to kill him.

Ye Mo Han saw through her thoughts and pretended that he didn't know, but he still used his palm strength to push Luo Ning back. He really wanted to see the Ghost Saint Sword skill, he wanted to see how it was integrated into his sword art.

The cold air pressed down, the blade was already in Luo Ning's hands. At this moment, she was no longer a graceful woman, but a cold-faced, cold-hearted assassin. It was very rare for women to use sabers in the martial arts world, especially when their sabresmanship had reached a certain level.

There was a smile on his face as he said, "It seems that you're really easy to be lenient towards women. I can feel relieved now."

There seemed to be something flowing within Ye Mo's heart, like blood, but also like an uncontrollable force. This sort of feeling seemed to be torture, but also a sort of self-control and self-training. Ye Jianhan suddenly recalled that day when he had started his massacre at the Lu bank branch. Of course, this feeling had also been accompanied by a desire to see blood. Ye Chanhan felt that he was in trouble. He felt that there was a wild beast within his body that would break through the limits of his body and kill in every direction.

Ye Mo Han quickly shifted his attention to the connection between the Ghost Saint Saber Art and the Liangfeng Sword Art. He lightly tapped on the tip of his foot and stepped on the blade. With a flip of his wrist, Ye Wen used the tip of his foot and landed behind him.

With a backhand wave of his blade, the energy from the saber howled forth like waves. Ye Mo Han was secretly praising Ye Mo Han. His right hand slashed out, and a Qi blade shot out. Although he had seen the external manifestation of Ye Mo Han's skills, but he was still envious of Ye Mo Han's exquisite techniques. However, due to the positions of both sides, he was also envious and angry. At that moment, her delicate eyebrows slightly knitted, and her saber Qi and light rushed out like mountains. 'Steady as a mountain, that is the essence of the Ghost Saint Saber Technique, 'thought Rhonin with a sneer in his heart.' Let's see if your Qi Saber is more powerful than mine. '

The dense and thick Ghost Saint Saber Art seemed to have nothing to do with the sword art that was as good as the wind. While saber techniques were precise and sword techniques were swift, Ye Wen was able to see the essence of the technique, which was like the Ghostly Sacred Saber Technique. It was a technique which was ever-changing and flawless, with the speed of the Ghostly Sacred Saber Technique being extremely fast, it was ever-changing, and under the myriad of changes, he would strive to be invulnerable, allowing the sword technique to be perfect and flawless. Perhaps this was what a good person wanted to achieve. A person's attitude towards martial arts was often also his attitude towards it.

In this world, no matter what era, there was no lack of people who pursued perfection. In order to achieve the perfection of the ideal realm, they were willing to spend countless amounts of time and experience, without any value or value. This pursuit of perfection allowed these people to feel at ease. It could also be considered a form of enjoyment for them.

But was there really a perfect thing or a person in this world?