Whether it is Kunlun Xuanyuan or Penglai, they are very concerned about the battle between Ye Huan and Shengtian, but no one knows the real battle point between the two except the two. This makes many people a little regretful that they can see it with their own eyes.
It is worth going out to watch the battle between two peerless masters, but the battle between the two is secretive, and many people cannot get close to the two now, so it takes a lot of effort to watch their battle.
Late at night.
A certain teahouse that is still open.
The wind was blowing, and there was a hint of solemnity and majesty in the clothes. Ye Huan sat aside. There were only two people in the whole teahouse. Qin Yang sat in a corner, sorting the tea leaves that had been flown in by air. The fragrance of tea filled the entire teahouse. Soon, the teahouse
The door opened, and a man in a golden robe walked in. After seeing Ye Huan, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ye Huan pointed to the opposite side. The two were old friends for many years. They sat down opposite each other, picked up their teacups, and went to each other.
Take a sip.
"I see you've almost recovered." Shengtian smiled.
Ye Huan glanced at him and said, "Otherwise, I will die in your hands?"
"You still dare to make such a challenge after ten years." Shengtian sighed, continued to take a sip of tea, and said: "I really don't know how you and Qimei grew up to this point. Compared with the countless years of accumulation of the spokesperson,
Your growth experience is comparable to that of many high-end spokespersons. And your strength is even more impressive."
"Everyone has their own advantages." Ye Huan shrugged and said, "This is the law of nature. Even though the spokesperson is indeed extremely powerful and grows very fast in the early stage, growth in the later stage requires continuous accumulation.
Success, and we are constantly practicing. It may be slow in the early stage, but once the foundation is stable, the growth rate will not be much worse than yours."
"You still say that you are a super genius." Shengtian looked at Qin Yang and said with a smile.
Ye Huan said: "I never said that."
"Who is stronger, you or your seventh sister?" Shengtian asked curiously.
"Maybe she is stronger." Ye Huan said: "I have never really fought against him. So far, I know nothing about all her abilities."
"China is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon." Shengtian said with a smile.
"I drank tea and reminisced about old times. Today's battle is finally here. Ten years later, I think the sun will still be bright tomorrow." Ye Huan stood up and said.
Shengtian smiled: "No one can tell who will lose and who will win."
The two of them rushed out of the teahouse at the same time, as fast as the wind. Qin Yang rushed out without hesitation. Looking at the fast moving figures of the two, he couldn't help but speed up, not wanting to miss them.
This time the battle was running for half the time
After more than an hour, when Qin Yang stood firm, he found that he had come to an area that was not remote but no one was there at night. This place had beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it was also a good place to travel. It seemed that he did not want ordinary people to witness this shocking battle, so the people around him
Empty.
Of course, Qin Yang was not lucky enough to watch such a battle alone. The two were still in a fierce confrontation when the sound of wind blew, and a graceful and luxurious figure flashed out of the void. He was dressed in white and was extremely emotional.
The full moon is floating behind the back, as if it were a fairy from heaven and earth.
, it was none other than Qin Yang’s seventh aunt, Sima Mingyue, and following Sima Mingyue was Ye Huan’s son, Qin Yang’s sixth brother, Ye Xi, who had never expressed any admiration for his father.
At this time, he was full of passion. He believed that his almost omnipotent father would never fail.
The weapon in Shengtian's hand was a golden long sword, which was extremely sharp and seemed to have been refined over time. However, when faced with the Chixiao Sword in Ye Huan's hand, it did not lose a single point in its momentum.
"It is said that this is a divine sword that Shengtian once collected deep-sea fine gold to forge. It is infinitely powerful and is constantly infused with the power of faith. It is even more extraordinary. Compared with the Scarlet Sky Sword, it is not inferior at all. It is also a member of the Holy Alliance.
The third ranked sword
." Sima Mingyue said softly: "Ten years ago, during the battle between Shengtian and your father, both sides suffered losses. They threw this sword into the abyss of the deep sea. Unexpectedly, after taking it out, its power was not weakened at all. Instead, because of the ten-year catastrophe in the deep sea,
, even more powerful.”
Ye Huan said in surprise: "The Scarlet Sky Sword is the sword of the Chinese Emperor. Can this Western weapon be compared with the Scarlet Sky Sword?"
"Don't underestimate these." Sima Mingyue shook his head and said: "As far as I know, the weapon of Tiantian, the leader of the Holy Alliance, is an artifact comparable to the Xuanyuan Divine Sword."
Ye Huan nodded in shock, but never thought that there was a weapon in the outside world that was more powerful than the Chinese Divine Sword.
Qin Yang, on the other hand, was sitting cross-legged under a big tree, his face solemn, his eyes slightly closed, looking at the two people who were still confronting each other, no one could guess what he was thinking.
To say that both of them are peerless masters, the aura of the Holy Heaven is just like the name of the Holy Alliance. It is extremely sacred and gives people a pressure to surrender. Ye Huan, on the other hand, is like a hermit master who is not squeezed by any power.
Pressure, do not yield to any prestige, the world is vast and you can travel anywhere, no matter your overwhelming momentum and pressure, you can easily resolve it with confident strength and extraordinary means.
Therefore, Ye Huan represents self-confidence. And Shengtian represents majesty.
The contact between the two always caused too many sparks, and the three people watching the battle felt as if the air was on fire.
"Ten years of fighting, one death without regrets."
A faint voice came from behind. Qin Yang knew it was Qing Hao from Kunlun without turning around. However, Qing Hao, who had been imprisoned by Kunlun, was not as lonely as Qin Yang imagined. He was still as calm as ever, and Sheng Tian
He seemed to have noticed the appearance of the Heavenly Spokesperson, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying: "Qiong Hua, the head of Kunlun, Xuanyuan Zhan, the head of Xuanyuan, Wangsheng, the head of Penglai, it seems that I will definitely die today."
"You will never survive." Ye Huan said softly.
However, Shengtian laughed and said: "Why should I be afraid of death? If I, Shengtian, were afraid of death, I would have died thousands of years ago without a burial place. But if I want to die, then I have to see whose hands I will die in.
In my eyes, there are only three people who are qualified to take my head! And these are by no means the so-called top-notch losers of the three leaders."
There were faint murderous auras in the air, but Shengtian was not afraid at all. Indeed, with his strength, there was nowhere he could go and where he couldn't leave. But today, he couldn't leave. He wanted to complete what he had done ten years ago.
It was a battle without a winner. He didn't ask for victory or defeat, success or failure, life or death, he just wanted to be able to fight with others.
Ye Huan really fights, completes the regrets of the past ten years, and how will he die in the end? Shengtian raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, carefully and gently caressing a jade pendant engraved with the dragon of the Han Dynasty in his hand.
The jade pendant is as simple as new. It has obviously been preserved very carefully and is not stained with any dust.
"Buzz."
A stream of light flashed on the jade pendant, but Sheng Tian raised his hand and the jade pendant fell into Qin Yang's hand. Qin Yang frowned slightly as he looked at the ancient jade pendant.
"This is what the man owed her thousands of years ago. From now on, if you are willing, return the jade pendant to her." Shengtian said lightly.