The frightening aura gave Ye Cheng a kind of mental pressure. This feeling had not appeared for a long time.
There was a biting coldness, mixed with the blood of killing; a calmness that came out of the dust, and this vague and uncertain smell. I already knew in my heart that it was naturally the two elders Xuan Ming and Huang Jue.
"They have already fought, hurry up and follow!"
Everyone speeded up their pace, and after climbing over a sand dune, they saw a patch of green trees and grass in front of them. It was an oasis, and at the pond, Huang Jue Zhenren had already fought with the two elders Xuan Ming.
Ye Cheng took a closer look and was astonished. Hebi Weng, who had been severely injured, was now full of life, with nothing unusual at all. His face was glowing red, and the wind from the cold palm was even bringing up ice and snow. The strength
He is so strong that he doesn't look like an injured person at all.
For the first time, the two elders Xuanming and Ming showed their cooperative strength in front of Ye Cheng. The strength of the two men was originally inferior to that of Hebiweng. However, with the cooperation of Luzhangke, their strength has improved several times. Even if they are more than twenty feet away, they are still
I felt an icy cold breath that made me almost tremble.
The small oasis was slowly covered with a thin layer of ice under the extremely cold palm winds of the two elders Xuan Ming. Every blow made a loud sound, causing sandstorms to roll up in the desert outside the oasis.
Roaring violently outside the oasis.
Compared to the terrifying palm power of the two elders Xuan Ming, Huang Jue Zhenren had a calm face and did not have much power. He was like a small boat in the angry sea, rising and falling under the wind and rain.
, but it was never destroyed by the stormy waves.
Around him, a faint white aura enveloped him tightly, and not even a grain of sand could find a gap to rush in, but the solemn look in his eyes showed his strength against the two of them.
I am also deeply afraid.
Ling Yun squinted his eyes, shielding himself from the wind and sand, and said in a deep voice: "What should we do? Do we want to help?"
Ye Cheng looked away from Xuan Ming and Huang Jue Zhenren and looked at Wan Fa Zi Zi who was fighting on the other side. When he saw the person he was fighting with, his eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "That's it.
Ten dragons?"
Ling Yun looked at the sound and nodded: "Yes, you didn't participate in the Huashan Swordsmanship, so you don't know him. That golden-robed monk is Shilong, the first player disciple accepted by Jinlun Dharma King.
The strength is so strong that it can rival Buddha Mercy and Jade Fox!"
The ten dragons were currently fighting with Wanfa. This man did not use any weapons. He stirred his arms and palmed the wind with the shadow of his fists. There was a faint sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. Before the punches came, the momentum had already destroyed the opponent.
The golden monk's robe was flying in mid-air, like a golden auspicious cloud, and the furious fist was so fierce that Ye Cheng felt the force on the edge of the fist. If he was hit, it would definitely be no worse than being hit by a giant hammer.
No matter how easy it is, I'm afraid that one punch contains thousands of kilograms of power.
This is the first time Ye Cheng has seen such a violent punch, and Wanfa naturally enjoys the power of this punch. Although Wudang's palms are endless, and they can use force to stop the punch, but
Faced with such a fierce punch, Wanfa naturally used all his strength to barely break away from the opponent's strength. However, it was difficult to separate his mind and look for opportunities to counterattack, so he could only defend passively.
Along with Wan Fa Zi Zi, there are also swordsmen from Huashan, Jian Fu Hongchen from Wudang, and some powerful masters, who are now competing against each other.
The swordsman holds a long sword, shining with brilliance, and constantly shuttles in the shadow of August's spear. Although his swordsmanship is not as magical as Linghu Chong's, it is still extremely sharp.
Between brothers.
The sword on the other side was Fu Hongchen, but it was much more powerful. The three-foot green sharp edge lingered around him, and it actually enveloped the evil sword and Da Dao in the power of the sword. Although it was more defensive than offensive, it seemed quite clever.
It was the first time Ye Chengshang saw this person take action, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Wudang is indeed a super sect, and any disciple who comes out at random is quite powerful. This sword Fu Hongchen has the essence of Wudang's swordsmanship, and it can defeat this man's swordsmanship."
Yes, there aren’t many above the world!”
Ling Yun nodded and said with a look of shame on his face: "The only one who can rival him in Emei is Senior Sister Jian Wu!"
Ye Chengqi said: "Didn't you say that you also have a group of powerful masters in Emei? How come a sword dance can compete with them?"
Ling Yun's face darkened, he looked at his fellow disciples beside him, and said softly: "Since the battle at Guangmingding, the five most powerful masters in the sect have all defected from the sect!"
"What?"
Ye Cheng looked at Ling Yun in disbelief, as if he had heard wrongly. After getting a look of affirmation, he took a long breath and asked in confusion: "Why did you betray the school? You must know that such a punishment is very serious.
, you will face the endless pursuit of your master in the future. You, Emei Shao, said you have tens of thousands of disciples. Isn’t this asking for your own death?”
Ling Yun said helplessly: "They just spotted this opportunity. Without the leader, some of the elders in the sect are no match for them. You must know that the leader said that even if she took action in person, without the Heavenly Sword,
I can't even imagine defeating the five of them easily. You must know that they are the five most talented people in Emei. Any one of them has the strength that is not inferior to Jian Fu Hongchen. Among them, Senior Sister Fenghua is an undefeated master under the leader.
!”
Ye Cheng took a sharp breath, and couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He had seen the strength of Yan Mie. Back then, with the Yitian Sword, he was seriously injured with just one sword. That Fenghua was actually invincible with a hundred moves. I'm afraid of his strength.
It is already a terrifying existence.
A hint of fish belly white appeared on the horizon. At this time, the battle between these masters had reached a crazy level. Under the cold air of the two elders Xuanming, even Shilong and others retreated tens of feet away. They couldn't bear it.
Stop and watch the fight in the oasis.
It was this opportunity that gave Wanfa Zizi and others a chance to breathe. Apart from the swordsmen and Jianfu Hongchen, there were only five remaining masters, and there were still ten masters on the Ten Dragons side.
There were several people, but they had a bit of an upper hand.
The battle between Huang Jue and Xuan Ming was about to reach its peak. The entire oasis was enveloped by a sandstorm. Swirled by the strong airflow, it became even more indestructible, like a tornado between heaven and earth.
The tens of feet of sandstorm rising into the sky and the dust filling the air made it even more suffocating, making it difficult to breathe and even unable to open one's eyes. Fortunately, Ye Cheng and others were lying on the ground, feeling a little more relaxed.
.
The two elders Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming in the field had a tacit understanding of each other, and it was almost perfect. It was quite difficult for Huang Jue to be able to stay motionless under these two superb masters. Although he was at a disadvantage, his moves were still stable.
The two elders' palm technique was so strange and cold that the oasis had long been frozen with a thick layer of ice, and the sandstorm it brought was like two black dragons, constantly attacking Huang Jue's body-protecting aura.
This is a visual feast. In the sand and dust that has blocked the sun all day long, two angry dragons bared their teeth and claws, roaring in waves, impacting Huang Jue's body-protecting aura, vaguely like two dragons playing with a pearl.
Generally magical.
Ye Cheng sighed: "Such a great power is beyond the reach of our players. If we enter the battle circle now, the rolling sandstorm alone is enough to tear people into pieces!"
Ling Yun chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you, one of the world's best masters, to be so humble. I thought you had more eyes than you!"
Ye Cheng couldn't help being stunned, and then laughed out loud: "Am I that unkind?"
"That's how you are, you always look aloof, but in fact, underneath your seemingly kind appearance, you have a heart that is more aloof than anyone else!"
Ling Yun looked at the fighting on the field and said quietly, but did not notice Ye Cheng's expression.
With a silent sigh, Ye Cheng looked away without any special thoughts. After all, there were a thousand of him in the eyes of a thousand people, so how could he care too much about it.
At this moment, the two elders of Xuan Ming finally reached the extreme level of skill. They attacked from left and right, and the two angry dragons merged into one. The sandstorm in the sky disappeared, and they all condensed into this salon, forming a solid and continuous dragon.
It was more than ten feet tall and wrapped in a layer of ice, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
Ye Cheng couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and let out a groan. With his spiritual sense, in the realm of his true self, he could naturally feel the terror of this power even more. The boundless pressure came from the dragon that was gathered from the ice.
It exuded a ferocious and destructive aura, and rushed straight towards Huang Jue, seeming to devour him.
"Coming!"
The peak blow of the two elders Xuan Ming was like the top of Mount Tai collapsing or the meteorite falling from the sky. It carried an incomparable power, shattering the world and sweeping over.
Huang Jue, who was standing on the sand, had an extremely solemn expression at this moment. The previous fierce exchange of blows had allowed him to fully realize the strength of the two elders Xuan Ming. The internal energy consumption was also huge. The current situation was already the final blow.
Life and death are all in this one move.
Huang Jue's eyelids drooped, and his arms slowly swam, seemingly slowly but quickly. The body-protecting Qi protecting the outside of his body suddenly expanded outwards, reaching three feet away, and his feet also appeared out of thin air.
There is a Bagua-like thing with a diameter of six to seven feet, with extremely mysterious graphic characters running inside it.
Ye Cheng was horrified beyond measure, and his heart was so shocked that it was hard to control. In his eyes, a force separated from the heaven and earth, using Huang Jue's body as a medium, and sent it into the eight-foot-long Bagua figure.
And the things that are like characters in the Bagua are under the control of this force and are constantly running in an indescribable trajectory.
Just when the Ice Dragon of Xuan Ming and Elder Xuan Ming roared towards him, Huang Jue's eyes skyrocketed, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the sky. His palms seemed to be dragging tens of millions of kilograms of weight as they swung towards the sky.
, at this moment, the Bagua under his body increased rapidly and condensed immediately on his hands.
The Bagua graphics were like shields, blocking Huang Jue's body, and each of the patterns moved quickly, suddenly bursting out a ball of brilliance, shooting towards the ice dragon, passing through it in an instant
The sky above his head reached straight into the sky, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred, constantly rolling.
