"You have this little ability, what are you fighting with Senior Brother Yan? Do you think you are worthy of Nangong Xianchen?" A ruthless and fierce light flashed in Zuo Qingshan's eyes and hit Ye Yinfeng coldly. The four words Nangong Xianchen's tone was even more heavy. There was a huge sense of hatred in that tone, as if the person Zuo Qingshan hated the most was Nangong Xianchen. Because of Nangong Xianchen, he transferred all this anger to Ye Yinfeng.

"Do you deserve it? If you don't need the Cangqiu Sect, Yan Longxing and you are just leaning against the mountain of Cangqiu Sect, which is Cangqiu Sect. What are you? Cangqiu Sect gives you so many cultivation resources that even a fool can reach this level. Martial arts cultivators in the world think that you have cultivated to the realm of the near heaven, and everyone praises your talents, but if it weren't for the strong resources of Cangqiu Sect, how high can your cultivation be?" Ye Yinfeng kept crying in his iron sword, and he fought back coldly.

Naturally, he did not hear Zuo Qingshan's words with extreme hatred. He only knew that Zuo Qingshan showed shocking strength at this time, at least in the realm of the sky, or had reached the realm of the sky. He also felt the other party's strong murderous intent, which was filled with a turbulent anger. He knew that he and Cangqiong Gate were in a state of undying death, and he was not afraid. Although Zuo Qingshan or Yan Longxing had a sense of frustration in his heart, the persistence in his heart was extremely firm.

"Do you think the Cangqiong Sect is the only one? The Cangqiong Sect is far away and you can imagine that it is even more terrifying. Everyone knows that the four ancient martial arts sects in the world are far from comparable to the other three sects. And our disciples of the Cangqiong Sect are far from the strength you know. You are just showing off your verbal sects. After you see the true strength of the Cangqiong Sect, you may not even be an ant in front of the Cangqiong Sect." A trace of playfulness flashed in Zuo Qingshan's eyes, and he said coldly.

"After saying so much, I just want to show your sense of superiority. I have killed all the elders of the Cangqiu Sect, let alone a few disciples. If you want to kill me so much, you are just afraid that I will destroy the alliance between the Cangqiu Sect and Linglong Valley. The powerful Cangqiu Sect actually has alliances with other sects. This is what you said about the terrifying strength. The Cangqiu Sect is just a relatively large ant under the sky."

"It's just a clever and quick speech. Whether you kill or not has nothing to do with the Cangqiong Sect, but my selfish intentions. Do you think a tiger cares about an ant? Even if the ant blocks the tiger's way, the tiger can't even see it." The cold light condensed by the long sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand was as bright as a colorful color, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly and said.

"If you want to kill, come on. It depends on whether you have the ability. I, Ye Yinfeng, was not scared." After hearing this, Ye Yinfeng felt a little surprised. He raised his sword eyebrows and sneered. The other party's words were naturally reasonable, but he still didn't understand why Zuo Qingshan decided to kill himself. He could not understand how much this was related to Yan Longxing for a while.

He had always known that someone in the Cangqiong Gate was going to kill him, and he had also killed the elders or disciples of the Cangqiong Gate. He thought that this was the Cangqiong Gate's determination, but at this time he heard Zuo Qingshan's words, he felt a burst of doubt in his heart. The Cangqiong Gate should be about to arrive at Linglong Valley. The season of spring is when the two factions are in marriage. He knew that if he could not stop this marriage, he would really lose Nangong Xianchen.

"I hope the sword in your hand is the same as your eloquent, and I hope you don't let me down." Zuo Qingshan raised the slender sword in his hand. The sword suddenly emitted a layer of stream of light, which was like a divine sword breaking through the darkness. The sword was even more tingling with a sharp light. The sword was flowing brightly and brilliantly, and the dazzling light was dazzling, which made people feel thrilling.

Zuo Qingshan finally began to show his strongest side. It is said that Cangqiong Sect collected famous swords from all over the world and sorted them out to evaluate the top ten famous swords of Cangqiong Sect. Although the "Ningguang" sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand ranks second among the top ten famous swords of Cangqiong Sect, the power of this sword in his hand is no less than that of the top three of the top three famous swords. If the sword is chosen correctly, the power will definitely be fully displayed.

Although the name of "Ningguang" is not loud, the name of Zuo Qingshan is resounding throughout the martial arts world. Ye Yinfeng finally felt an unbearable pressure coming to his face. He slowly raised the iron sword in his hand, and the Taiqing zhen energy in his dantian gushed out, circulating like a rolling river in his body. The tall and bamboo-like body seemed to be handsome as the breath surged.

Without a sharp edge or blade, the iron sword still roared in war. Perhaps the iron sword felt the determination of fighting in Ye Yinfeng's chest, and the sound of swords that were roaring like a phoenix sound spread. The night miasma that was covering the shadows was like a rotten cloth. It was stirred up in chaos under the sword energy that was trembling with the trembling sound of the iron sword. The sword lengths crisscrossed, and the dark miasma retreated in all directions like a tide.

The fighting spirit was not just Ye Yinfeng. The sword that was condensed with colorful light emitted a burst of deep thought like a tsunami breaking through the wall. The colorful light of Ningguang sword body became more and more dazzling, and the turbulent light turned into thousands of dazzling lights, and the varnish-like miasma melted at once. The two seemed to have begun a silent battle. The two condensed the true energy around them and stood opposite each other. Zuo Qingshan was full of true energy as majestic as the sea, while Ye Yinfeng was full of true energy, and the different energy erupted from the two long swords that were facing each other.

With a crisp "clang" sound, Ye Yinfeng moved. At the moment when Ye Yinfeng moved, Zuo Qingshan also moved. The iron sword without the edge shot like a faint light, and the gorgeous sword swung like a stream of light. The two figures dispersed as soon as they merged. After a string of Mars flew around, the two turned around and swung again. The sword light flashed like a flying star. There were a few rays of faint light hidden in the light. When the gorgeous light became weak, the faint light surged, and the sound of the interweaving sword sound echoed.

Layer after layer of miasma roared and retreated around them, and the brilliant light burst out in an instant, while the shadow of the faint light and sword was rolling and breaking and shooting. The two equally young faces had different expressions, one was murderous intent, while the other was angry. The sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand became faster and faster, and the sweat beads on Ye Yinfeng's forehead were getting denser and denser. His murderous intent was awe-inspiring, and he was furious, and he was furious, stalemate, and the leaves were flying like rain. A trace of miasma finally found a gap and drilled in, but was thorny by the two sword energy that collided.

The light was condensed and the dark iron shone brightly. Ye Yinfeng completely let go of himself. The iron sword in his hand was like a sword of Chongyue, while Zuo Qingshan's sword was like the water of the sea. Chongyue used the collapsed momentum to strike the surging. The powerful sword light that aroused was like a circle of rippling waves. The branches around them finally could not bear the sharp destruction, the branches and leaves were broken, and the leaves were falling like dancing.

The sword light condensed again, and the faint light appeared again, and the colorful light rose again and again, and the silk thread-like faint light gradually rose, and the sword shadow in the other party's hands became in the eyes of the two. The expressions on their faces also calmed down in that moment, only the sword in the other party's hands seemed to have become their biggest enemy in their lives. Ye Yinfeng stepped on the footsteps of the "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon" under his feet, and his figure was like the wind, and his figure turned sharply like stars flashing.

Zuo Qingshan's figure is also as elegant as a duckweed leaf with the waves. His handsome figure as jade as well as the colorful sword light, he is the sword immortal walking on the sea. The two have their own strengths, but the speed of the two is hard to tell. Their sword skills are evenly matched by one blow and one block. Both of them have used what they have learned in their lives. One of them decides to kill, while the other is merciless.

Ye Yinfeng raised his sword eyebrows lightly and raised, and the gravity from the iron sword became heavier and heavier. Every time he fought, heavier and heavier pressure from the opponent's sword, like waves, higher than waves of pressure. The opponent's internal force seemed to be inexhaustible like the vast ocean, and his wrists also trembled slightly. The brilliant light from the Wufeng Iron Sword was shorter, and the Taiqing qi in his body began to show signs of weakness, which made his heart sank slightly.

Zuo Qingshan was as gentle as the wind, the smile on the corners of his mouth became stronger and stronger, the curve of his mouth was getting bigger, and there seemed to be no sword shadow in the gorgeous light, and the white clothes that were better than snow slowly melted in front of Ye Yinfeng's eyes. Although he had a slight sense of his heart, Ye Yinfeng's mind was extremely clear. He knew that he must remain calm at this critical moment of life and death, and even if it was an opportunity for a small flaw, he had to seize it tightly.

The sweat beads on his forehead became denser and denser. Ye Yinfeng's iron sword began to slow down. He stretched out his left hand slightly. The left hand grabbed the void in the faint jungle, and he didn't know that he had grabbed it. He only felt that as soon as his left hand grabbed the void, an object fell into his hand, but a branch broke by the sword energy, which was a branch less than three feet long.

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However, the next moment, an extremely strange smile appeared on the handsome face. Ye Yinfeng felt a warning in his heart, and a bad premonition suddenly arose. As soon as the premonition arose, an unspeakable stinging pain came from his back. The stinging pain made his nerves tremble. He did not look back, his feet slipped and turned, and his body swung like the wind. Zuo Qingshan teleported from the dazzling and colorful sword light to behind Ye Yinfeng with a strange body movement. The sword light was still there, but the human and the sword had already changed positions.

The moment Ye Yinfeng swept away, his left hand trembled, and the break in his hand shot silently at Zuo Qingshan. The broken branch did not have any sound of breaking air. With the help of the faint night color, the broken branch turned into the shadow of the night and arrived instantly. The broken branch passed through the sword light of Zuo Qingshan, and suddenly appeared in front of his throat as if passing through the no one's realm.

A fatal dangerous aura burst into tears, Zuo Qingshan's heart was shocked, and his pupils shrank slightly. At this time, he saw that the broken branch was already a foot away from his throat. The broken branch appeared silently, and he did not notice it with his perception, which made him feel even more awe-inspiring. It was too late to avoid it. On the slight side of his body, the broken branch and his throat, and it flashed and melted into the dark night.

He looked at Ye Yinfeng in horror. The sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand trembled slightly. If it weren't for his alertness to danger, he wouldn't have shot the broken branch that shot towards his throat. The broken branch without any sound was not even fluctuating the energy. He didn't know how Ye Yinfeng did it. As soon as the sword light was closed, the fear in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Ye Yinfeng had not yet released his trump card.
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