The blue-purple broken robe fell from the void, and Yang Jian's decisive words echoed in the entire void with the broken robe.
Hearing this, Ye Zichen's hands trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable Yang Jian who looked decisively.
Even though all this was actually an arranged scene, Ye Zichen was still a little moved.
"Are you serious?"
"Since you and I have no trust at all, this brother has nothing to do."
Yang Jian smiled sternly, and the Erlang knife in his hand was cold.
"From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. You take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge. I wish you a bright future and a great career. Oh, don't let it go."
Suddenly, Yang Jian turned his head and retracted the three-pointed two-edged sword.
With their backs to Ye Zichen and the Great Sage, they waved their hands slowly, and swept away into the distance without turning their heads.
"stop."
Unexpectedly, before taking a few steps, Ye Zichen, whose hands were shaking violently, had already stabilized his expression, and his eyes were full of unconcealed indifference.
Yang Jian turned around and stopped when he heard the words, looking at those frosty eyes.
"Anything else to say?"
"It seems that our brotherhood is not too precious in your eyes." Ye Zichen smiled indifferently, twisted his neck and said, "You are ruthless, don't blame me for not being unintentional. You have been with me for so long, you know Too much top-secret information that I can't tell outside."
"Explain it!" Yang Jian said.
"You took the initiative to cut the robe and cut off the righteousness, but it also stopped my hesitation. You and I are no longer brothers, so I don't need to worry about the relationship between you and me."
The leaves are frosty in the morning, and the breath in the body rises up.
The great sage standing behind him also held the golden hoop in his hand tightly, and his majestic divine power weaved a tight net to surround Yang Jian.
Above the void, the raging wind turned the sky backwards.
The muffled thunder continued to roar, and the thunder and light flashed among the clouds.
The howling wind made the robes of Yang Jian, Ye Zichen and the Great Sage rattled in the sky, and they stood proudly in the center of the vortex of the wind...
"Catch him!"
Before he finished speaking, the Great Sage holding a golden hoop slammed out a stick.
The Erlang knife that had just been taken back was summoned by Yang Jian again, with a crisp sound, and the turbulent storm swept the clouds and turbulent the entire void.
The roar created by the collision of divine power, even the masters of the master level can't help but shudder.
"Why haven't you come down yet?"
Xiao Yumei and the others in the Chaos League looked towards the void, but the fog was so great that they couldn't see through the void with their eyesight.
At this moment, the loud noise in the void made the hearts of those waiting below tremble.
"Is it the leader of the alliance?" Wei Jie asked in surprise.
Park Jingwan and Xiao Yumei frowned deeply, and after a while, they looked at each other, and they saw them jumping into the void.
"You wait here, let's go up and see."
Above the void, resisting the great sage's stick, Yang Jian's eyes also became sharp.
He gritted his teeth with resentment and disbelief in his eyes, and looked at Ye Zichen with cold eyes, his facial expressions were so rich that it was indescribable.
"Ye, you are trying to get rid of me."
"Don't blame me, you know too much, I can't just let you go." Ye Zichen said.
"I swear I won't tell anyone, even if you and I are kind, I won't be so despicable to reveal your secrets to the public." Yang Jian stared.
"Sorry, I can't trust you, and I can't afford to gamble." Indifferent smiled at him, and Ye Zichen shouted angrily at the Great Sage, "Great Sage, capture him for me."
"Leaves!" Yang Jian shouted angrily.
"Go!"
After fully immersing his emotions into this big scene, Ye Zichen never hesitated in his eyes, and Yang Jian really felt what it meant to be disheartened.
He nodded heavily, squirming his lips for a long time without saying a word.
In the face of the thunder-like attack of the Great Sage, he just dealt with it absent-mindedly.
Look at the one eye exposed under his mask, look at the indifference in his eyes.
Yang Jian's heart was really cold when the great sage's shadows fell on his back, spat out his blood, but Ye Zichen still didn't show any emotional fluctuations.
"To die."
The great sage, who was holding the Ruyi golden cudgel, held the cudgel in both hands and slammed it down towards Yang Jian's head.
It was also at this moment that a smile flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and suddenly he turned into a shadow and merged into the void. When he appeared, he was already behind Ye Zichen.
"It's all coming to an end."
The pupils of the great saint 100 meters away shrank vaguely, but his eyes were full of panic, and he reached out and grabbed Ye Zichen's position.
Ye Zichen, who noticed Yang Jian's appearance and then behind him, was also very frightened, but there was a long sigh of relief in his heart.
But Yang Jian, who was about to end the scene, was slightly shaking with his hand holding the Erlang knife.
The person in front of him is one of his best brothers, but now he is going to cut off his arm with his three-pointed two-edged sword.
Even if everyone knew that this was just a big show to deceive the Xiao family, but he...
"What are you waiting for, start!"
Ye Zichen's divine consciousness sounded from within Yang Jian's sea of consciousness, and Yang Jian, who was holding Erlang's sword, trembled even more, and immediately saw his brows furrowed.
A flash of silver light.
The lotus root arm made by Emperor Yin was severed by Yang Jian, and the blood spurting frantically dyed his eyes red.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the arm hard, his eyes were full of hideousness, but he could see tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.
"This arm is what you owe me, and now I'll take it back! I was so blind back then that I actually called you a brother, die!"
The halberd passed through Ye Zichen's collarbone, and at this moment, Park Jingwan and Xiao Yumei arrived just in time.
"Yang Jian!"
Pu Jingwan squinted and rushed over. Yang Jian, whose eyes were full of hideous eyes, glanced at the people in the void, and immediately turned his head and ran away. The Great Sage and Pu Jingwan chased after them, while Xiao Yumei was holding Ye Zichen hard. He locked the blood vessels in his arms and collarbone, bit his lip and landed in the Chaomeng Courtyard.
Wei Jie and the others on the ground were shocked when they saw this scene, and Xiao Yumei also bit her lip and shouted.
"Yang Jian betrays the alliance, intends to kill the leader of the alliance, send someone... kill him for me, kill him!"
The hysterical shouting will vividly interpret the inner madness of a woman who sees her lover seriously injured. Wei Jie did not suspect him, and took Xiao Yan and Xiao Hu to contact the masters at the master level in the alliance.
Xiao Yumei bit her lip, took out the medicinal pill and stuffed it into Ye Zichen's mouth.
"As for doing this?"
The sound of divine sense sounded from Ye Zichen's sea of consciousness, and he sighed silently from the bottom of his heart, who was in unbearable pain.
"It has to be like this, otherwise, how can Yang Jian have a reasonable excuse to go to Xiao's house. If he hurts me, it can be regarded as completely pushing him to the opposite of us. Only in this way can he live a safer life."
"But..." "Needless to say." Ye Zichen squinted at the void, recalling the tears in the corners of Yang Jian's eyes when he stabbed the knife, "I just don't know when we will meet again."