The breeze was blowing over the snowy mountains and rivers, Daihe held the giant thunder sword, and wisps of golden light slowly flowed on it.

Seeing Ye Piaoling finally inspiring the 'white jade sheet', Daihe's six-foot golden face showed a satisfied look. He glanced at Chen Mo behind him and spoke again: "You are a strong man. You should understand the way of cultivation and should not be tripped by external objects. Put down the boy behind you and break the ties. You and I will do your best."

Several cultivators outside the field couldn't help but say softly: "If you don't take action yet, what are you going to do?"

Some other practitioners glanced at the talking practitioner, showing disdain.

Dai He's words are a manifestation of his respect for the strong.

This kind of plot and momentum that do everything possible to defeat the opponent, not give it to yourself, and not leave any flaws, is the unique talent of the strong.

And those who cannot understand the meaning of these are destined to be strong people like them.

The battle between masters is also this invisible battle of momentum.

Dai He's performance made them look forward to what kind of reaction Ye Piaoling would make.

Facing the master of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect who was taking full advantage, would this cultivator named Ye put down the boy and put on the small Five Elements Vestle at the same time?

If he did do this, although he lost his momentum, it would be the most correct decision.

Daihe has a golden body to protect him, and Ye Xiu has a small five-element robes. When the two fight, the outcome is unpredictable. Perhaps he and that kid may have a chance to survive.

Ye Piaoling naturally heard Dai He's words clearly, but he did nothing unusual, just standing still in the void.

At this time, his hair crown had fallen, and his long hair was floating and swinging in the breeze, brushing past his handsome but blood-stained face.

Under his hair, his slightly pursed lips pulled into a straight line;

The straight nose bridge was as straight as his spine, and he refused to bend it at all.

Although there was blood in the corners of his eyes, his eyes were full of energy. His steel cone-like eyes pierced at Dai He, who turned into a six-foot-meter-old golden man, and finally spoke: "Your Excellency said that Ye should not be hindered by external objects. Don't you know that you are also hindered by external objects?"

"Um?"

Dai He's huge golden eyes as big as a copper bell narrowed slightly and slowly spoke, "Has Dai ever been stumped by external objects?"

"Isn't your loyalty to pursue fair battles in your heart another way is to be hindered by external things?"

"You and Ye both have some ties, and it's a fair fight."

Ye Piaoling's voice was neither anxious nor slow, but Dai He heard it so loudly.

Since he realized the practice of the Yang Lei Golden Light Mantra, he thought that if this technique is to be perfect, he would be bright in his heart and be upright.

This original intention was not wrong, but he overcorrected it and pursued the so-called absolute fairness, but instead fell under the influence.

At this time, Ye Piaoling said it, and he woke up like a dream.

At the moment of awakening, his golden body soared to six or nine feet, his strength increased a little, and he faintly touched the threshold of the seven feet of golden body.

Dai He took a deep breath and felt the changes in his body. He felt a little more grateful in his heart.

Seeing Ye Piaoling still carrying Chen Mo on his back, Dai He's voice revealed a kind of respect: "Whether as an enemy or a friend, fellow Taoist is worthy of admiration. Today, Dai was taught, and next, I hope fellow Taoist can catch it."

As he said that, his other two empty hands slowly pressed the hilt of the Thunder Sword.

At that moment, a fierce aura suddenly overflowed from Daihe's body, and the thunder sword in his hand increased several feet. The thunder lightning shone on it, and the terrifying power made many cultivators in the distance shocked.

At the same time, some cultivators were surprised and said, "This cultivator named Ye has such a great courage and a high vision. He even pointed out the bottleneck of Daihe in one word and raised his cultivation level to seize momentum. But can he live like this?"

Faced with this surge of power, Ye Piaoling's expression became even more solemn, and there was no trace of his hand. Only when fighting against such a master, this battle was meaningful.

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After looking at Chen Mo behind him, a trace of softness flashed in Ye Piaoling's eyes and he slowly spoke: "The way of the way is competing, you and my brothers are walking together."

As he said that, Ye Piaoling turned his head and the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi training in his body was running wildly. He did not retain any spiritual power or the robes on his body, but instead took a single gamble to inject all his spiritual power into the "white jade ruler". In an instant, a strong white light burst out, and the light was even more powerful than the scorching sun at this time.

Seeing this, all the cultivators' expressions changed, not only because they were afraid of the terrifying power emitted by the white jade ruler, but also because of Ye Piaoling's madness.

If the white jade ruler could not block the thunder sword, and there was no seemingly a robes, he would have died and there would be no chance of surviving.

Did he think he could block the terrifying thunder sword?

Or is he already crazy?

With the crazy infusion of spiritual power, Ye Piaoling's expression became extremely focused, and his face was instantly pale, and his breathing voice became rapid.

He knew that he had no choice, and this was his choice. If he lost, he would only have his life, but he only implicated his junior brother.

Behind Ye Piaoling, Chen Mo looked at his senior brother who was trying his best for him, tears rolled down his eyes. He tried desperately to suppress the cold fire poison in his body, but his cultivation was still much worse.

"How can we improve our strength a little more?"

Chen Mo roared in his heart. As long as he improves his strength, he can suppress the cold fire poison. The senior brother does not need to give himself the Little Five Elements Vestle, does not need to fight with himself on his back, and does not need to fight with these people in such life and death.

Chen Mo hated himself, hated himself for being so weak, hated his incompetence, hated himself for dragging down his senior brother, tears kept falling from the corner of his eyes, he was not willing to die, but senior brother

Chen Mo was very guilty, but suddenly he seemed to think of something. He was stunned, then he became ruthless and quickly closed his eyes. Soon, blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and red and blue colors appeared on his face again.

At this time, Chen Mo was doing his best to finally break a little of his senior brother's ban and mobilize a trace of spiritual power. However, he was also injured again and the cold fire poison was about to explode again.

Without having time to take care of these, Chen Mo's spiritual power penetrated into the sack of the monk, and a jade slip floated out and stuck it to his forehead.

At this time, Ye Piaoling naturally did not care about Chen Mo's condition, and he had already focused all his energy on this battle.

Under his crazy urging, the light of the white jade sheets overwhelmed the Chiyang and suddenly collided with Dai He's thunder sword.

At that moment, Ye Piaoling's eyes opened suddenly. He looked straight at everything in front of him without retreating. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In a blink of an eye, his smile was swallowed by endless light.
Chapter completed!