Ye Fengsheng suddenly squeezed his hand, and the previously slowly flowing blood immediately stopped. His tall body leaned slowly forward. The eyes of the sun and moon looked at Pei Shan ahead. After a long time, a strand of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

Almost at the same time, his entire body was covered in blood. Although it wasn't full of blood, it completely covered his thin body in a bright layer of red in an instant.

Three swords spun in the air, strands slowly falling onto his body, but after removing the blood from him, they replaced it with new blood. Even if the swords were wiped clean, wiped repeatedly, it was difficult to fend off the blood all over Ye Feng's body, while also breaking the sprayed blood.

He was soaked in his own blood, becoming a bloodthirsty man!

His face was covered in blood, yet there wasn't a veil before the eyes of the sun and moon. His eyes were still so clear. Ye Feng's Adam's apple rolled as he spoke laboriously. He softly said to Pei Shan in the distance, "Old man, come here!"

Pei Shan's expression was indifferent. Looking at this young man restless even in life, he casually said four words:

"Why?"

The blue shirt streaked across the sky like a rainbow. It swept through the air, appearing instantly in front of Ye Fengsheng.

Pei Shan's three swords stood aligned, stopping less than two meters away from Ye Fengsheng. He held the tip of the first Meteor Sword with a hand, eyes devoid of any emotion.

The Sword of Blade Spirit, capable of cutting through Heaven and Earth Spirit. At this moment, it could not break through the refined and merged spiritual flow of the North Mountain Palm!

"Sword One, Meteor Star."

Pei Shan softly spoke, stepping forward in mid-air, the three swords trembling, then retreating.

"Sword Two, Moving Star."

With another step, Pei Shan slightly cupped his palm, holding the sword tip in his palm.

"Sword Three, Spark…"

On the third step, Pei Shan's words abruptly ceased. Ye Feng's bloodied palm raised. He held the sword hilt, looking up at Pei Shan.

The three swords stood straight like lines. Pei Shan's three steps couldn't reclaim the three swords.

To resist Pei Shan, Ye Fengsheng raised his hands simultaneously, stacking them at the end of the sword hilt, gently biting his teeth, leaning his body forward.

A trace of unusual emotion finally appeared in Pei Shan's eyes. The sword tip left a bright red mark in his palm.

The combination of these three swords seemed beyond his expectations. He could no longer tolerate Ye Fengsheng's tenacious resistance.

It was like rivers and streams, Pei Shan, and spirit flowing through the sky. It directly struck at wind and clouds. Clouds shattered during the previous tremor disappeared instantly, gone in a moment.

Almost a moment later, Ye Fengsheng stomped in mid-air, his blood shook countless times. Holding a shriveled blade, still sharp.

Both hands clasped together on the sword hilt, starting to tremble, meaning his arms began to shake, Ye Feng gritted his teeth. Looking at Pei Shan, carrying the spirit's momentum, his face twisted in exertion.

Pei Shan's breath remained intact, possibly climbing up, despite his palm being covered in blood by the sword blade.

"Click!"

Unable to bear the impulse between them anymore. Once the sword broke, it fell in the air. Pei Shan took two steps forward toward the sword, reaching to grab it.

The remaining two swords hummed together, the sword bodies vibrating violently, like an Azure Dragon. They wanted to rise up, shaking the distance between the two for a moment, as if rumbling.

"Boast!"

Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, turning into a rain of blood, sprinkling the sky. The sword turned twice, unable to fall.

Less than a meter apart, Ye Feng's face didn't look good. He placed two forces in his palm against the sword hilt again, reversing the tide! Weariness and decline!

After Ye Fengsheng spat blood, the spirit flowing through his meridians inside began to rush across his internal regions. His five viscera were stimulated by this spirit. Ye Fengsheng's chest heaved violently, suddenly raising his head, spitting out a blood-red piece at Pei Shan opposite.

"I'll tell you."

At the end of the room, the second elder saw this scene, speaking to himself. He glanced at the stain on Pei Shan's robe, shook his head, saying, "Let's help them."

"Two elders! No!"

Hearing this, an elder's face changed dramatically, wanting to persuade him.

A violent tremor suddenly occurred in the sky. Everyone looked up at the purple line under Ye Fengsheng's feet. They were shocked, screaming

"How could you attach aviation fortune to him!"

Dim purple qi flowed slowly along Ye Feng's meridians, slowly flowing from the blood, permeating the surrounding area like floating clouds, appearing and disappearing.

The expression on Pei Shan's face opposite also flashed with horror due to the release of qi. As the sword blade pierced into his palm, the sword tip was exposed on the back of his hand. Under the sun, the black and red blood stains were dazzling.

Pei Shan seemed not to hear. His eyes were like torches. He stared at the end of the powerful bow and arrow, at that weak young man, shouting, "How can you have such fortune?"

Ye Fengsheng took the opportunity to adjust some overloaded meridians in his body. In the meantime, he replied sarcastically, "Since you're so powerful, why don't you guess?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Pei Shan did not speak. His eyes were full of vigilance.

The three surnames of ancient peoples have experienced thousands of years, and the accumulated national aviation fortune for thousands of years, but no matter what is recorded or seen in the tribe, no one has heard of or seen anyone capable of bearing the nation's aviation fortune! This is not a trifle for anyone to covet!

Pei Shan can even be certain, no one in this world can touch ancient qi! Not even him! It's the world's second standing point, yet it's impossible!

If you dare to touch it, you're bound to die!

Even himself and Ye Zhi couldn't do it, not daring to even imagine. Yet, at this moment, they actually live before their very eyes, almost killed by Qi Yun! The information contained within, even he with such insight finds a bit of scalp tingling!

Especially watching Ye Feng's voice gradually condensing into animal-shaped purple qi, Pei Shan's face faded after a moment, then back to calm. In the eyes that have seen all kinds of worlds, there is a meaning-bearing trace flowing back and forth for a long time.

"Alright, since he has your fortune, let him live."

Pei Shan, quietly arriving behind, heard the two elders softly say: "If killed, Grandfather would be very angry, with Gu Ping'an absent, life or death."

Pei Shan coldly looked back at him: "Hearing that he meditates, it's absolutely possible. The skills of ancient people didn't come out of nowhere. Ye Fengsheng's three abilities. He defied the will of heaven. How can he survive?"

Hearing the two elders' hands touch Feng Sheng's sword blade, trembling slightly, gave him a reassuring look, meanwhile, holding Pei Shan's palm with the sword blade, said: "He's been carrying your fortune for thousands of years, due to the three countries' cultivation skills, alongside qi. How can you shake him off?"

"What is his fate with Pei?"

Pei Shan was somewhat angry: "I can't control what Ye Zhi wants to do, but Ye Fengsheng was learning our family's skills before us, then killed our people. I, as an elder of the Pei family, cannot tolerate him!"

Hearing this, the two elders looked at each other: "You are also part of this ancient family. Since a thousand-year fortune falls on him, there must be some causal relationship. If you intend to kill him today, I'll stop you."