The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Ah, no!"

The sword light spanned across the entire Meizhuang, and sword shadows were everywhere.

As long as the members of the Mei family came into contact with the sword shadow, they would be killed instantly.

Ye Feng turned and walked out of Meizhuang.

The sword behind him slashed down.

"I, Xiao Liuer, really didn't follow the wrong person. He's so fierce!"

Xiao Liuer quickly followed Ye Feng and walked towards the outside of Meizhuang. Dashan, carrying a mace, also quickly caught up.

There was horror in the eyes of the little girl Zhang Yan. Although she guessed that Ye Feng was very powerful, she didn't expect him to be so terrifying.

With a wave of his hand, the thousand-year-old Mei family was destroyed.

Yan Nishang appeared beside Ye Feng, her eyes full of horror, and then she said in a cold voice with anger: "You, Ye Feng, are you kidding me?"

"Playing you?"

Ye Feng frowned, not understanding why Yan Nishang said that.

"I have followed you for such a long time, and I was always worried about you. It turns out you are so powerful. What realm are you at?"

Yan Nishang was also stunned. No wonder the strange poison was so terrifying. Every time she sensed Ye Feng's breath, it was like an eagle catching chickens.

"I've told you many times that as long as I don't want to die, no one can kill me. But you think you are so powerful that you refuse to give me a chance to fight back. I'm helpless!" Ye Feng spread his hands towards Yan Nishang.

Yan Nishang heard this and thought about it, and it seemed to be true.

"Where's Lao Huang?"

Several people walked out of Meizhuang, but did not see Lao Huang.

There was a slight gleam in the depths of Ye Feng's eyes.

woohoo hoo...

Then a breeze blew, and the usually sloppy Old Huang was seen holding a wooden box. The depths of his dazed eyes were filled with a majestic sword intent, and the whole person was like a sharp sword that was about to pierce the sky, and his face was filled with an excited smile.

"Old Huang is so strong? Is there any justice?"

Xiao Liuer felt the sword energy from Lao Huang and his face was filled with horror.

He is worthy of being the noble person in my life.

The people around you cannot be treated with common sense.

Boom!

As the five people walked out of Meizhuang, the sword light that could destroy the world slashed down, tearing the void apart.

The entire Mei Manor erupted with a rumbling sound, and all the pavilions and towers collapsed and shattered under the sword light.

The sword light slashed down fiercely, and the place where Meizhuang was located turned into a ravine thousands of feet deep, with no bottom in sight.

"Wufeng, how did you know that our Mei family has provoked such a powerful existence?" On the hilltop several thousand meters away from Mei Manor, there were more than ten figures standing. They were none other than Mei Wufeng, the fourth elder of the Mei family who had disagreed with Mei Jing before. The people around him were all his clansmen.

The person speaking is his wife.

"As a thousand-year-old family, our Mei family should keep a low profile. However, Mei Jing has only been thinking about gaining benefits from the Kyushu Continent over the years."

"If there is no Jiuzhou Continent, there would be no Mei family. Bullying the weak will never end well. As the saying goes, karma will always come true."

"From now on, you all must remember that the fall of the Mei family is the best lesson. Even if we become strong, we must learn to help the weak and suppress the strong. Do you understand?"

Mei Wufeng said firmly to the dozen or so people behind him.

When they saw the tragic situation in Mei Zhuang, they were shocked and felt like they had survived a calamity. Fortunately, Mei Wufeng had already noticed Mei Jing's ambition and secretly sent them away from Mei Zhuang to hide.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that Meizhuang would be destroyed as well.

……

"Master, after following you for so many years, Old Huang, I am leaving."

Old Huang raised his head with a faint smile on his old face. He held the wooden box in his arms, his expression full of admiration.

If he hadn't met Ye Feng, he would probably have been dead long ago.

He has learned a lot from Ye Feng over the years.

More than just a sword!

"Have you remembered your identity?"

Ye Feng looked at Old Huang opposite him. It seemed that the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique he displayed had a profound impact on him!

"Well! It's just that I have one more identity from now on, that is Old Huang beside the young master." Old Huang looked at Ye Feng and said slowly.

"Haha! When I was in the capital of Wei, I saw you with dishevelled hair and a look of lovelorn. You were not abandoned by a woman and then became obsessed, right?"

Ye Feng looked at Old Huang opposite him and couldn't help laughing.

"I am a serious man." Old Huang held the wooden box in his arms, opened the wine gourd, drank two sips of wine, and looked towards the west. "I am going to Wusheng City. I want to tell Zhang Wanxiang that a sword is always stronger than a knife! If I lose, I hope the young master will come and take back my sword. There are thirteen swords in the wooden box."

"Are you the Thirteen Deadly Swords?"

Xiao Liuer widened his eyes and looked at Lao Huang opposite him.

More than 20 years ago, the two most powerful men in Kyushu Continent had a decisive battle on the top of Wusheng City.

They are Zhang Wanxiang, the strongest martial saint who is ranked first on the Divine Machine List of Jiuzhou Continent. He is known as the number one person under the land immortals and can fight one for one with those above the land immortals. Although he is not at the level of land immortals, he can compete with them. His swordsmanship is shocking and makes ghosts and gods cry.

Most importantly, Zhao Xiaofeng, the master of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, is also a legend. It is rumored that he has practiced for many years, but no one has ever seen him perform the thirteenth sword.

Anyone who has seen it is dead.

After his battle with Zhang Wanxiang, rumors spread throughout the entire Kyushu Continent that Zhao Xiaofeng was dead.

But I didn't expect it was Old Huang in front of me.

"Oh! I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people in the world who know my legend. I am really ashamed." Old Huang looked like a hermit, and Ye Feng next to him almost burst out laughing. It turned out that this guy could not be serious for more than three seconds.

"Are you sure you can defeat Zhang Wanxiang?"

Ye Feng looked at Old Huang opposite him and frowned slightly.

He really wanted to see how powerful Zhang Wanxiang was.

"More than 20 years ago, when I fought him, the odds were 30-70. Today, when I went to Wusheng City, the odds became 50-50."

Old Huang was very clear about Zhang Wanxiang's swordsmanship level and the opponent's strength, so he spoke very seriously.

"Go ahead, just don't die on top of Wusheng City. I don't want to help collect your body."

Ye Feng did not stop Lao Huang and waved his hand.

"Master, won't you keep me?"

Old Huang didn't expect Ye Feng to wave his hand so decisively, and his face was full of sadness.

"Go ahead. I believe you can defeat Zhang Wanxiang. At worst, I will help you deal with it then." Ye Feng waved his hand impatiently.

"Master, I'm really leaving, take care!"

Old Huang took a few steps back, stood up straight, and bowed deeply to Ye Feng. He also had his own things to do.

After bowing, turn around.

"Wait!"

Ye Feng looked at Lao Huang's back and shouted.

"Master, do you want me to stay?"

Old Huang quickly turned around, looked at Ye Feng expectantly, and asked.

"Before we part, I'll give you two jars of wine. During the decisive battle, drink more wine, and you'll relax. Maybe you'll survive."

Ye Feng took out two jars of wine from somewhere and threw them to Lao Huang opposite him.

The aroma of wine filled the air.

"Thank you, Master. I am really leaving now."

Old Huang held the two jars of wine contentedly, turned into countless sword shadows, and disappeared on the spot, and his breath gradually faded away.

"Why don't you ask to keep him? I don't think he wants to leave." Yan Nishang frowned and looked at Ye Feng strangely.

Ever since she followed Ye Feng, Lao Huang has followed.

Old Huang might have been reluctant to leave just now.

"If I stop him from going, he will have a hurdle in his heart and a regret from then on. Besides, you heard him say it was a fifty-fifty fight. It doesn't necessarily mean that Old Huang will die. Maybe it will be Zhang Wanxiang who will die."

Ye Feng stared at Lao Huang's departing back, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Wasn't he reluctant in his heart?

Old Huang has followed him for so many years, since the Wei Dynasty. Although the old guy seems unkempt, he always stays by his side no matter what kind of life or death crisis he faces, and never leaves.

The reason why he chose to leave this time was simply because he knew that his swordsmanship was very strong and he no longer needed his protection.

On the other hand, this guy also made a breakthrough in swordsmanship.

"That Zhang Wanxiang is not a simple person. Are you really not going to help him?"

Yan Nishang asked.

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