It was a man wearing white clothes, with a sword on his waist, and a hooked nose. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he looked at Ye Xing opposite with terrifying murderous intent.

Ye Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in white with a hooked nose, "Huangfu Jianchen!"

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The night is dark——

Yue Sen Leng——

The wind howls——

The snow is swaying!

The snowflakes flying all over the sky were like shining white blades under the moonlight, flying all over the branches and the ground, and landed on the shoulders of the two young men.

There was a sense of solemnity and silence between heaven and earth. Only the cold wind blew by, and the ruffle of clothes sounded in the snow forest.

"Half a month ago, I went to Qianjue Cliff to visit my junior sister. The fourth pair of footprints on the snow should be yours!" Huangfu Jianchen stood with his sword in his arms, his cold and arrogant eyes full of terrifying murderous intent.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't, what does it have to do with you!" Ye Xing said lightly, looking at Huangfu Jianchen opposite him with indifferent eyes.

The two of them were facing each other, their momentum rising steadily, and their whole bodies filled with energy. The surging Xiantian Yuan roared out like a wild horse. In the fierce collision, the surrounding snow and ice exploded and shot out in all directions.

-Fly-splash.

"Okay, very good, very good! I didn't expect that humble young martial artist who was only at the third level of martial arts to be a hidden martial arts genius!" Huangfu Jianchen's sinister eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "You and Junior Sister Mengxue

What is the relationship? If we take it seriously, I might be able to keep your whole body intact!"

"Want to know? Okay!" Ye Xing's mouth curved a little, and he chuckled: "But I'm also very curious about your relationship with Youyue Palace Master. Why did she, the majestic master of the palace, violate the palace rules she set?

According to the rules, I made an exception and brought you, a man, into Tianxue Mountain and accepted me as my personal disciple. It is said that the Lord of Youyue Palace has always hated men and is very rigid and ruthless. If she can be so caring and caring, you must be his..."

"Presumptuous!" Huangfu Jianchen's face changed slightly, and he shouted sternly: "How can I allow you to speculate about my master's affairs? Since you refuse to tell me, when I personally capture you, I have the means to torture you slowly!"

"Capture me?" Ye Xing said with a sneer: "Your cultivation level seems to be only a little higher than mine! Is it just you?"

"Hahaha!" Huangfu Jianchen raised his head and laughed, his eyes full of contempt, and looked at Ye Xing coldly, "You are so ignorant, how can the elite disciples of our Holy Land be like you, a casual cultivator with a wild background?"

On a par with this, even a second-level Xiantian realm prince can easily capture you, let alone a third-level late-stage prince like you!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face was full of disdain, "Today, my prince, I will let you, a ragtag group of people, see how powerful the disciples of the Holy Land are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "clang" sound, and Huangfu Jianchen suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand. Snow danced around him, and pieces of ice-white snowflakes were absorbed and attached to the sword.

With a swing of the long sword, the frost exploded and turned into sharp ice cones, and they roared towards the leaf star in front of them like thousands of arrows.

"A year ago, when we were in Qinghe Town, the stone pavilion exploded, seriously injuring Qiao'er and I. Now you want me to see the world, and I'm very happy to do so, but I'm afraid you're not qualified!" Ye Xing

The corner of his mouth curved into a sneer.

"Qiang!"

A sword cry was as clear as a dragon, and the dark light sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the black light trembled in this world of pure white ice and snow.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Qingyun's sword technique was extremely sharp, as fast as the wind, and knocked away all the ice picks that were whizzing by. Ye Xing took eight steps on the demon sky, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and with a flash of his body, he was already gone

Arriving in front of Huangfu Jianchen, the dim light sword struck him straight on the head.

"What a speed!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face changed slightly, and he quickly blocked it with his sword.

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, and there was a harsh sound of gold and iron, and sparks flew everywhere where the sword blades met.

"Ping Ping Pong Pong!" "Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

"Chang!" "Boom, boom, boom!"

The two fought fiercely, and the escaped Xiantian Yuan caused ice and snow to fly around. The snow was full of craters and a mess. Wherever it passed, the surrounding trees were crushed to pieces by the sharp sword energy.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for dozens of rounds, and the fight was inseparable, almost evenly matched.

The entire snow forest roared with swords, shrouded in the terrifying sword energy.

Time passed bit by bit, and the originally dark night began to gradually become thinner, and a faint fish-belly white light appeared on the horizon. Unconsciously, the two of them had fought for more than three hundred rounds.

Suddenly, the two people in the fierce battle stopped, and Huangfu Jianchen quickly retreated. He had several deep sword wounds on his body, and he was covered in hot sweat. The blood and sweat were mixed together, and his clothes were sticky.

Sticking to my body, I no longer have the confidence and pride I had before.

"You... how can your true combat power be so strong, and you are a body-refining martial artist?" Huangfu Jianchen gasped, looking at Ye Xing with shock in his eyes.

In Huangfu Jianchen's view, it was an extremely abnormal progress for that little third-level warrior to step into the Xiantian realm in just a year or so. However, now it seems that not only the internal strength, but also the

, he discovered that Ye Xing's swordsmanship was even better than that of Huangfu Jianchen. This level of talent and understanding was simply too terrifying.

Moreover, he felt a huge mental pressure on Ye Xing, faintly exuding the aura of a strong man.

Once upon a time, the little warriors that Huangfu Jianchen could kill with ease have grown to such an extent. There is no doubt that if he continues at this speed, Huangfu Jianchen will be left far behind.

"Kill, no matter what, we must kill him today!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face was extremely ferocious, and his eyes were full of resentment and jealousy.

"Oh, didn't you say you wanted me to see how powerful the disciples of the Holy Land are? It turns out they are just that capable!" Ye Xing chuckled, the dark light sword in his hand hesitatingly glowing with black light.

Ye Xing also had several sword wounds on his body, but because he had mastered the fourth turn of the "Nine Turns Golden Body", his body was like fine steel and his physical defense was extremely good. Huangfu Jianchen's Tianxue sword technique could only scratch

Ye Xing's skin was broken, leaving a few shallow blood marks, which was completely different from Huangfu Jianchen's skin.

If Huangfu Jianchen refused to leave and continued fighting, Ye Xing was sure to kill him on the spot in about five to six hundred rounds.

"Huh, don't be so arrogant!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face turned ashen, a mysterious murderous intention flashed across his eyes, and he swung his sword towards Ye Xing.

He waved the sword with his right hand to block the surrounding snowflakes from his sight, while his left hand quietly touched the back of his waist. He saw a black box in the shape of a dragon's head hidden there. The box was as black as ink and exuded a cold metallic luster.
Chapter completed!