The two men's eyes were as sharp as razor blades, and they immediately locked each other.
Ye Zhitao looked up to the sky and smiled, shouting loudly: "Yunhu!"
The soul-chasing sword in his hand pointed at Li Peicheng from a distance, breathing out the cold and biting sword light.
Li Peicheng smiled faintly at Ye Zhitao, nodded and said: "Ye Zhitao!"
The two completely different ways of greeting each other instantly made everyone feel Li Peicheng's unparalleled courage. It seemed that nothing in the world could be difficult for him, and no one could defeat him.
Neither can Ye Zhitao in front of me!
Ye Zhitao's black eyes suddenly shrank, a sinister look flashed across his face, and his mouth moved slightly. No one knew what he was talking about, but Li Peicheng could hear it.
"Children of Yunhu, do you know that Wang Chong, the purple-clad messenger of the Lotus Sect, has led his men to kill Jiuzhou Mountain? Jie, Jie, that Wang Chong is as powerful as me!" Ye Zhitao's sinister voice rang in Li Peicheng's ears.
Li Peicheng's expression changed drastically. At this moment, Ye Zhitao let out a long roar, and the soul-chasing sword in his hand exploded with cold light, shooting towards Li Peicheng like a meteor.
When masters compete with each other, essence, energy, and spirit are all important. If there is a slight mistake, the opportunity will be lost immediately. Ye Zhitao's move can be said to be insidious.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that the Yanhuang Sect's Yin-Yang Five Elements Formation was now more powerful, and Lin Chaojian, the number one master of Jidu Star, was in charge. Unless Zhu Xiaotian came in person, even if his father, Ye Tiannan, committed suicide in Jiuzhou Mountain, he would still be defeated.
It's even possible that the secret was delivered to Jiuzhou Mountain, let alone Wang Chong, the purple-clad messenger.
"You've been fooled!" Li Peicheng suddenly smiled, a smile that was indifferent but filled with strangeness. The gun in his hand glowed red, like a rainbow, and it steadily met the Soul-Chasing Sword.
Wherever the gun light passed, the space seemed to be stuck, and all that was left in the world was the simple and unpretentious gun. Even the person holding the gun seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
This shot has reached the realm of transcendence and sainthood, it is unstoppable!
Ye Zhitao thought he had a plan and took action first, but he didn't expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse. It was the other party who deliberately confused him. His face suddenly changed slightly, and Fu Jing Bubo's mood was a little disturbed.
Clang clang clang clang!
The Zhang Er Fire Cloud Spear and the fairy-level magic weapon Soul Chasing Sword struck more than twenty times in a very short period of time. The force of each strike was not only as heavy as a thousand stones, sharp and hot, but what was even more frightening was that each shot was heavier than the other.
Like a rolling wave, one wave is higher than the other.
Every time the gun and sword struck each other, Ye Zhitao, who was mentally connected to the Soul-Chasing Sword, would retreat dozens of meters. Even if he tried his best, he could not change the situation.
After more than twenty shots were fired, Ye Zhitao had already retreated a thousand meters. If it weren't for the soul-chasing sword, which is an immortal-level magic weapon, the continuous firing of more than twenty shots just now would have made him vomit blood.
On the other hand, Li Peicheng, although one shot was heavier than the other, he still looked relaxed and at ease.
This completely different contrast not only made Ye Zhitao, who was struggling to support himself, feel so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but the onlookers were also horrified and fascinated by the sight.
The four heroes Ye Tianhua and Ling Tian had terrifyingly gloomy expressions, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
Nie Shilong, the master of spears, stared at the superb Fire Cloud Spear in Li Peicheng's hand with a pair of star-like eyes, dancing with excitement and desire, and veins bursting out in both hands.
Sonorous!
The last spark exploded in the air, and Li Peicheng suddenly stopped attacking. The Fire Cloud Spear was still pointed at Ye Zhitao, indescribably free and easy. But the barrel of the gun was still trembling slightly, and the veins in his arms were bulging, and the muscles were like steel bars.
Tangled, little drops of sweat seeped out of his pores and rolled down like rain, telling that the attack with more than 20 spears just now was really fierce and consumed a lot of Li Peicheng's strength.
Ye Zhitao suddenly felt light all over his body, but he still couldn't help but retreat tens of meters. Only then did he stop his retreat. The blood in his body was boiling. The smell of blood surged into his throat, but he suppressed it forcefully.
His face turned from red to white and returned to normal instantly.
Sure enough, he was worthy of being the second master of the Ye family. He deliberately exposed his flaws and suddenly counterattacked with all his strength but could not do anything to him. If it had been before, he would have been defeated. Li Peicheng secretly admired him. Not only did he not feel timid at all because of Ye Zhitao's strength,
Instead, his eyes were ignited with a strong fighting spirit.
Whether it is martial arts or his physical body, a life-and-death battle is always the best training and way to improve. Li Peicheng, who has practiced both martial arts and his physical body, knows this best.
Since entering the tribulation period, this was Ye Zhitao's first confrontation, and he was frustrated. His eyes could not help but reveal deep vigilance and endless murderous intent.
Guns and swords were pointed at a distance, and the two fell into the same confrontation as when they first met.
Li Peicheng lost because his magic weapon was inferior to the Soul Chasing Sword, and Ye Zhitao lost because his strength was inferior to Li Peicheng.
Their eyes intertwined in the air like lightning, and neither one was willing to take the lead easily.
Ye Tianhua, who was watching the battle from a distance, glanced at Nie Shilong coldly. Nie Shilong was slightly stunned, and immediately shouted murderously: "The Black and White Demons, the time has come, lead the Overlord Spear Guard to attack the Black Cliff Sect, those who resist, kill!
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"Jie Jie!" Bai Shaliu stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. A harsh laugh came from his throat. Then he waved his big hand and screamed: "Young boys, go to Qilin Peak and kill him.
Rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields!”
The hundreds of Tiger Spear Guards immediately let out a thunderous roar with murderous intent. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a billowing torrent, like a giant dragon rushing towards Qilin Peak with murderous intent.
Qilin Peak is guarded by the leaders of all forces in the 180,000-mile Yunduan Mountains. There are four masters in the early stages of the Tribulation alone, and they are also assisted by the Seven-Star Bagua Formation. If Nie Shilong goes there in person, Li Peicheng may have to worry a little or two. But in terms of black and white
With the Shuangsha and the hundreds of gun guards, Li Peicheng was still relatively confident.
However, Li Peicheng's face changed again deliberately. Almost at the same time, Ye Zhitao's eyes flashed with coldness, and he squeezed the magic formula in his hand. The soul-chasing sword suddenly burst into light, and then exploded with a bang, turning into countless tiny sharp needles.
.Like drizzle, it shot towards Li Peicheng overwhelmingly.
The countless tiny ground-pointed needles were crystal clear, as if they were colorless, and gradually seemed to blend into the same color as the heaven and earth.
Except for the inaudible sound of breaking through the sky, the thousands of tiny needles were no longer visible.
Thin needles are everywhere, appearing and disappearing without a trace. It is really haunting and intangible, extremely insidious!
Those who don’t know the details finally understand why Ye Zhitao is known as the Soul-Chasing Yinshi.
Everyone felt a shiver down their spines and a chill. They thought that if they were in such a situation, they would definitely die. They no longer thought highly of Li Peicheng, who had just shown his power and forced Ye Zhitao to retreat repeatedly.
Even Lin Chaoqing suddenly changed his expression, and felt a chill in his heart, thinking that even if he faced this move, he would inevitably suffer a big loss.
This time, Li Peicheng's expression finally changed. His eyes suddenly erupted with brilliant light, and the two-foot-long fire cloud gun in his hand exploded. It was like a blazing fire, and the red light reflected the sky.
Countless fine needles reflected little bits of cold light under the red light, no longer traceable.
Ye Zhitao's expression changed. How many people died under the shadowless needle? Unexpectedly, Li Peicheng's reaction was so fast, and he immediately used firelight to illuminate the traces of his shadowless needle.
It was too late, but it was too soon. With a wave of the Fire Cloud Spear, tens of thousands of red shadows appeared.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of gold and iron chiming together resounded in the air, shaking the heaven and earth, causing chaos in the air, and strong winds.
Countless fine needles came and went even faster, and in the blink of an eye they whizzed back toward Ye Zhitao like an ebbing tide, and then condensed into a sword again, a crystal clear silver soul-chasing sword.
The needles are small and thin. They are many and dense. Even though Ye Zhitao's true energy is majestic and his mental concentration is strong, it is extremely difficult to control. At this time, his face is pale and colorless, sweat is pouring from his forehead, but his eyes are tight
Staring at Li Peicheng, he didn't dare to relax at all.
Li Peicheng transformed countless gun shadows with one gun. The gun was accurate and extremely fast. But it was just a little easier than Ye Zhitao. At this time, he was staring at Ye Zhitao with the same sharp eyes, but he secretly said that he was in danger. Fortunately, he had no knowledge of physics before.
I have done some research on optics and reacted immediately. Otherwise, if I really have to rely on my ears to hear countless small sounds and my spiritual consciousness to feel the extremely subtle and countless mana fluctuations, some fine needles will definitely be missed. Even if I have strong skin and thick flesh,
, if you are stabbed by such a sharp object, you will probably suffer a lot.
The two fell into a confrontation again, their eyes intersecting in the air.
A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Li Peicheng's mouth, his momentum was like a rainbow, the fire cloud gun in his hand was puffing out, and the boundless murderous aura condensed into a sharp spear-like tip and headed towards Ye Zhitao.
Ye Zhitao secretly complained a little. He used distraction tactics twice and attacked first twice, but both times failed and he lost his spirit. But now Li Peicheng's overwhelming momentum forced him not to dare to take action easily again.
Li Peicheng's momentum became stronger and stronger, causing the Soul-Chasing Sword to make a buzzing trembling sound, as if he was trying to escape Ye Zhitao's control.
Li Peicheng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said loudly: "It's disrespectful to come back and not reciprocate. It's time for our sect to take action!"
He said that one person and one shot seemed to be slow, but in fact he was extremely fast and killed Ye Zhitao.
There was no light from the sun and the moon, and the sky and the earth seemed to suddenly darken. The only thing left in the world was the shot slowly approaching Ye Zhitao, but everyone knew that the shot was actually very fast, so fast that it seemed to turn back time and space.
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A bit of red light kept enlarging in Ye Zhitao's pupils, and an extremely sharp gun breath came through the air, which could penetrate gold and stone.
Ye Zhitao's eyes showed a look of horror. He resolutely gave up the practice of controlling the sword with his true energy, and actually grabbed the soul-chasing sword. He also followed Li Peicheng's example and fought directly with the sword in his hands, hoping to use the power of the true energy to unite his body to resist.
Look at Li Peicheng's shocking shot.
When Li Peicheng saw this, his eyes grew cold, and the Fire Cloud Gun in his hand turned into a billowing wave of guns, slowly but steadily moving toward the Soul-Chasing Sword.
At this moment, Li Peicheng completely forgot about everything and merged into the world of the gun. He felt that the fierce aura of the Fire Cloud Gun was gradually condensing into a ball, exuding extremely exciting passion, as if eager to defeat the oncoming opponent who was one level higher than him.
Immortal-level weapons, just like Li Peicheng's desire to defeat powerful enemies one after another and climb to the pinnacle of martial arts and strength.
At this moment, Li Peicheng's soul seemed to have completely merged with the gun. He only had the gun in his heart, and the gun had become him.