Within four feet with Yecheng as the center, the hot air roiling in the space was expanding in a strange and uncomfortable way, and the permeating black air gave people an evil feeling, as if it had been boiled.
It was rolling like black water.
The sword dance held both thorns straight, and the beating arc made a "chichi" sound. The whole person became more ethereal and uncertain, and his breath became vague. If he hadn't watched her standing in front of him, he would have been there.
I'm afraid even Ye Cheng would have difficulty detecting her traces.
Although he was very wary of Jian Wu in his heart, Ye Cheng had an inexplicable confidence. Therefore, before Jian Wu could make a move, he had already taken a step forward. It seemed that the distance was only one step, but it actually spanned a distance of two feet. It was clear that
He grasped the opponent's breath.
Living in this expanding and rolling space, Jian Wu's whole body's aura was hard to avoid being noticed by him.
In the current battle, Ye Cheng needs to fight quickly and kill the opponent with thunderous means. There must be no delay. Otherwise, if the masters on the side interfere with one or two people at will, he will definitely fall into passivity and wait for his fate.
It is a fate that will never be restored.
Sweeping upward in the air, the ten fingers of both hands bloomed like lotus flowers. The true energy in the body flowed rapidly and condensed on the fingertips in an instant. As the energy rotated, the flames on the left and right hands also rotated.
The condensed energy gathers and never disperses. When the air column is half a foot long, it looks very beautiful and very deadly when it rotates.
In mid-air, Ye Cheng did not just pounce down, but actually circled in a strange circle, and even fluttered from side to side as it fell. It was very similar to the goshawk in the sky, and it was a perfect imitation.
Jianwu's body also swayed with the changes in Ye Cheng. His feet seemed to have taken root on the ground and remained motionless. However, his body became illusory and hazy, making it difficult to see which one was the real body.
"good!"
Ye Cheng yelled, stretched out his hands violently, and dozens of rays of energy shot out of the air. The force was no less powerful than the arrows shot by the powerful bow, and the sound of the piercing air was even more sharp and harsh.
In the hazy sword dance, the spikes held in both hands stabbed out quickly, and blue energy bombarded the incoming energy, and there was an explosion.
This is Ye Cheng's strategy, using this method to force the opponent to show weaknesses.
No matter how many figures Jian Wu conjures up, there will definitely be flaws in the fight, unless she has reached the realm of breath communication.
Even the master of the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao, would have difficulty in using this move without revealing his flaws, let alone this disciple of Emei, Jian Wu.
Ye Cheng's eyes lit up as he was flying by, and he instantly noticed the flaw in the sword dance. He mixed his hands together with laughter, and ten strands of energy merged suddenly, and shot out along the fingertips, blasting towards the vast world.
A place in the phantom.
"bite!"
Ye Cheng's body began to rotate in mid-air, and his whole body was like a drill, spinning rapidly with his fingers and sword dance as the center.
Countless phantoms disappeared in an instant, and the sword danced with its double thorns stabbing straight at Ye Cheng's fingertips, and the blue arc of electricity made a "pop" sound.
Ye Cheng frowned. The Emei double thorns were indeed a good tool for destroying internal strength. He felt an electric current-like energy rushing in from his fingertips. Even his spiral energy had a sense of imminence.
The collapsed situation, and what was even more terrible was the blue arc, making it difficult for his body to maintain coordination and his body froze.
"Peng!"
The internal energy collided and exploded.
With the force of the recoil, Ye Cheng stood up almost ten feet tall. His eyes and eyelids were half-closed. Seal knots were quickly condensed between his hands. The true energy in his body circulated in a mysterious way, and the seal knots in his hands were even more intense.
The brilliance arose, and every seal seemed to have appeared in this world forever.
In the mid-air, Ye Cheng felt a sense of tranquility that he had never felt before. The killings in this battlefield seemed to have nothing to do with him. The only thought in his mind was to complete the seal in his hand and kill the people in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, it felt like a long time had passed in Ye Cheng's heart. He had never been so skillful in condensing so many seals. When the last seal was completed, the red and black flames all over his body turned into a blooming flower.
The lotus flowers are blooming in this dark night.
At this unintentional moment, Ye Cheng seemed to have touched another realm that he had never experienced before, but it was so vague and difficult to explain clearly.
This abnormality immediately attracted the attention of countless people around, and everyone suspended their attacks and looked sideways.
Ye Cheng, who was in mid-air, slowly stretched out a palm. There was nothing unusual about it. It was just an ordinary palm. However, this seemingly simple and slow palm gave Jianwu a completely different feeling.
.
The land around her was completely sealed, and the only distance she could move was a few steps. Dozens of ways to attack appeared in her mind, but none of them were perfect.
Jian Wu, who was in fear, naturally did not dare to neglect, his whole body's true energy surged crazily, his eyes widened with anger shone brightly, his double thorns spun rapidly in front of him, against the backdrop of the blue arc,
It looks like two balls of light, but these balls of light contain the power of thunder and lightning.
Jian Wu is not stupid. With such terrifying strength, how can he not see the crisis this time? If Ye Cheng fights with her, the final result will be that her whole body is completely paralyzed by her electric arc and he dies from the double thorns.
Down.
But Ye Cheng had fought against Zhou Zhiruo, and he had naturally experienced that feeling. He knew that he should never be reluctant to fight against an Emei disciple. Once the battle situation became stalemate, he would be the one who would die in the end.
The sword dance move uses offense instead of defense, which is probably the best way. After all, Emei is not good at defense.
It would be extremely inappropriate to remain on the defensive under the enemy's strongest blow, unless you have a very strong defensive ability.
Ye Cheng's right palm instantly touched the two balls of electricity, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and he yelled: "Kill!"
This roar was like the thunder of the nine heavens, rumbling, and the players who were close to them had their eyes roaring, and their eyes were surrounded by golden light, and they instantly fell into a state of chaos.
This roar was erupted in the cycle of the nine-character mantra. Master Mantra told him at the beginning that the mantra is formless and has no form. The energy comes from the heart, the heart turns at will, and all phenomena are manifested by the heart.
Amid the roar, even an expert like Jian Wu felt the qi in his body stagnate, and the light ball in his hand weakened. Knowing that something was going to happen, he pushed it out without waiting for Ye Cheng to attack first.
Although Ye Cheng had murderous intent in his heart, he had to praise this woman's wit. If she was still passively waiting for him to attack first, Ye Cheng would be 80% sure to kill this person with one blow. And now that the other party is attacking in advance, it is even more...
The offensive he had been preparing for a long time could hardly reach its peak.
"Peng!"
The bamboo hat of Jianwu was blown off by the strong energy, revealing a delicate face, with frowning eyebrows. In an instant, the double thorns created thousands of lights and shadows, exquisite and precise, and continuously struck the palm.
Ye Cheng felt that electric current permeated his whole body, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze. The internal energy in his palms crazily induced vomiting, and the black and red lotus flowers exploded.
A ray of fire shines brightly, even eye-catching in this dark night.
A flush flashed across his face, and Ye Cheng was thrown several feet away before he stabilized his body and landed firmly on the ground. His feet sank deeply into the ground, and his clothes swayed fiercely. It took a long time to slowly recover.
As before.
Ye Cheng's eyes were burning, his face was slightly pale, and the faint blood on the corner of his mouth showed that he was also injured, but at least his life was not in danger.
Quietly looking at the sword dance four feet away, he said in a deep voice: "The sword dance girl is indeed very powerful, and Emei's martial arts is indeed unique. If we talk about the exquisiteness of the moves, I am ashamed of myself!"
There were tens of thousands of Emei disciples and others all around, all staring at Jian Wu. Seeing her feet firmly standing on the ground, her delicate and elegant face always maintaining an indifferent expression, they burst into cheers.
, in their opinion, Jianwu naturally won this battle.
But masters like gods felt a little strange, because in their eyes, it seemed that the aura of the sword dance had disappeared. If she hadn't broken through to the innate realm in this battle, there was only one reason, and that was
When the body dies, the light goes out.
Sure enough, the next moment, the sword dance suddenly exploded with a "boom", and the sky was filled with blood and minced meat. The land was dyed red, and even Ye Cheng himself was stained with a few pieces of minced meat.
The sudden change made everyone stunned. A person who was fine just now actually exploded like this. Moreover, she was a beautiful woman. The next moment, she became a pile of minced meat. It was still difficult for anyone to change.
As they rounded the corner, the Emei disciples who had been cheering just now fell silent instantly.
At this moment, Ye Cheng was motionless. The pieces of meat sticking to his body were quite uncomfortable. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move at all. Jian Wu was the leader among the inner sect disciples. How could he be ordinary with all his strength?
power.
Although the injury was not serious, the arc had completely paralyzed him. Except for the area below his head, it was already stiff. However, he always maintained that faint look. Even though his body was covered with flesh and blood, he remained motionless.
It was as if none of this had anything to do with him.
When it comes to putting on pretense, he is an expert. Although there are many experts here, none of them can see his background. They are all shocked by his unfathomable demeanor. Even the gods on the side are shocked. This
He understood the strength of Jianwu, but he was actually killed instantly with one blow. What kind of concept was that? At least it was not to the extent that he could do it. Like the swordsman and others, he looked at Ye Cheng a little strangely.
Ye Cheng, who was standing still, kept stimulating the true energy in his body, filtering it inch by inch along his body. If he couldn't seize this opportunity at this time, he would be the unlucky one when the other party calmed down.
Own.
Sure enough, just when his arms regained consciousness, one person in the crowd said coldly: "If you haven't done anything yet, this man has been severely injured. This is the best time to kill him!"
A pale white figure suddenly flew out from the crowd. A foot-long folding fan stabbed Ye Cheng's chest with sharp energy. The movement was gentle and elegant, but it also contained countless back moves. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
