Seeing Feng Jueyu's contemptuous and lazy attitude, Ye Xunzhan was really angry.
In fact, if the other party had said a few words of slander and contempt, he would not have been so rude. On the contrary, the other party behaved slowly and calmly, just like the breeze blowing through the forest.
Let them end together?
The implication is that I alone am not enough?
This guy is extremely brave.
As his anger rose, Ye Xunzhan stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and reached behind his back, and with a choking sound, he pulled out a cold blade radiating black light.
This is a sword, a mid-grade artifact long sword with an overwhelming demonic aura.
This sword is three feet and seven inches long. It is made of the famous star-falling moonlight iron in the night demon world. The blade is as thin as a wing and the sword body is slender. After it is made, it is soaked in the essence spring water of the feathered demon for 77.49 million years, and it is full of demons.
The essence of evil spirits is filled with strong evil spirits.
"What a sword!"
Although Feng Jueyu looked dissatisfied, he could not ignore the existence of a good sword.
When Ye Xunzhan took out the sword, his attention was peeled away from the rudimentary Dao veins of the big world in his body, and he looked at the long sword with bright eyes.
Although it is a middle-grade artifact, the power of Gang Yue Lian can exceed that of most high-grade artifact swords. The nebula swirls around the sword, and a heart-stopping silvery cold light splashes out in all directions, as if it is about to pierce the night sky.
It is indeed a good sword.
Feng Jueyu nodded secretly.
But compared to the Underworld Sword, this sword is still a little inferior after all.
At this time, Ye Xunzhan's whole aura changed, and he said with a voice like a bell: "This sword is named "Gangyue Lian". He has recognized me as his master since he was born. He has followed me in battles for 130,000 years and killed three enemies."
One hundred and seventy-two, it has long been integrated with my great way."
"The sword is me, I am the sword."
Ye Xunzhan was in two completely different states when he didn't have a sword in his hand and when he was holding Gang Yuelian.
Ye Xunzhan, who has no sword, is full of immortal energy, just like a boy who was banished to immortality.
And when he took out the Gang Yue Lian, he immediately turned into a powerful swordsman with a sharp edge, and his aura turned into a feather sword and a needle, roaring and flying.
The true state of the sword spirit evolved from the great truth, as if it were real, caused countless black light sword energy to sweep out from all over his body, like a storm that could tear everything apart, rushing through the sky and the earth.
Standing in the center of the battlefield, the sword energy storm composed of black light scared the two sides who were fighting fiercely. No one came within a hundred meters of Ye Xunzhan, and they fled away uneasily into the distance.
Amidst the exclamations, Ye Xunzhan had already drawn his sword.
With a flick of his wrist, he pointed his sword at the sky, and a beam of silver light suddenly appeared, striking the sky, making the bright moon in the sky eclipse.
The silver light shot directly into the sky, causing the sky to tremble. The overwhelming artifacts on the scene resembled those of ghosts. The practitioners of the Demon Front seemed to have seen the master of the demons, and they all let out cheers of excitement.
As for the righteous artifacts sacrificed by the gods, they were all suppressed by the evil spirit of the sword and could not lift their heads, and their light suddenly dimmed.
"It's just a sword, but it has such power that it can make the evil spirit billow for a long time, suppressing the great righteousness. Ye Xunzhan is worthy of being the youngest leader of the Blood Head."
Yang Wenbin and others were trembling.
They are both at the fifth level. Although they are at the same level, facing such sword energy, they can only write the word "submit" in their hearts.
As for going to help, I'm not considering it at all.
Some of them were even so overwhelmed by the true sword spirit contained in the sword energy that their breathing became rapid. Under such circumstances, they were not qualified to intervene in this battle.
Transformed Demonic Sword!
Ye Xunzhan's face was filled with arrogance and pride, and he felt extremely happy even when he fired the sword.
When the sword pointed, the black light and silver frost that covered the sky splashed down. It was full of vitality, ferocious and wanton, and finally turned into a ten-foot-long sword energy, which suddenly swept over.
All the nearby voids were shattered, as if they had been slashed by countless swordsmen, and pale sword marks born in the void appeared one after another.
This sword actually shook the space.
Although it is not the real Shattered Void, it has the supreme wonder of the avenue.
"With just one sword, that person will die."
On the mountainside, Xiao Qing put his hands on his back and gave a faint evaluation.
Temu Tuanzhen grinned and chuckled: "It's normal. In the sixth realm, there is no one who can stop Brother Ye Xun. This boy deserves to die."
Xiao Shuang has a deep mind and is willing to talk to others even if she has thoughts in her heart.
At this moment, she had a different view. It was not that Ye Xunzhan's Transformed Demonic Sword was not powerful, but that his opponent was too calm.
Things and abnormalities must have monsters.
This is Xiao Shuang's usual way of thinking.
Sure enough, just when the indestructible Demonic Sword Intent arrived in front of Feng Jueyu, the latter finally took action.
He shook his head, sighed, and raised his right arm in a serious manner.
He still didn't take out the sword, and his demeanor was indifferent. He waited until the sword energy was less than ten meters away from him, and then suddenly took action.
With his parallel fingers like a sword, he lightly touched Zhou Xu with his fingertips. It was like the stars trembled, the sky and the earth changed color, and the whole area shook in an instant.
A blazing white sword light shot out from his fingertips, like bright stars lighting up the night sky, and it suddenly became clear.
With the appearance of this sword light, everyone saw in disbelief that Ye Xunzhan's transformed Demonic Sword showed signs of disorder. The black light, silver frost, and murderous sword energy seemed to be oppressed in the air by some mysterious force.
He paused hard and started to tremble on the spot.
The sound of cracking glass was heard, which was the sword energy of Demon Shang. It was cracked every inch. The terrifying black light wrapped in the sword energy was also completely lost by the pressure of the blazing white sword energy on the opposite side.
of brilliance.
You can even hear bursts of panicked screams, quickly radiating from the sword energy.
In just one breath, the transformed Demonic Sword could no longer hold on. With a roar, it exploded like a rain of light and was blown away by the strong wind in the field before disappearing.
However, the blazing white sword energy was not damaged at all, and after lingering for a moment, it was wrapped in a dim golden light and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"What?"
Ye Xunzhan, who was full of confidence, had a surprising change on his face after seeing this.
That was the Transformed Demonic Sword. A unique skill that I had practiced for a long time, but I used it with all my strength, and it turned out to be so vulnerable?
This kid...
Ye Xunzhan frowned, but his pupils shrank immediately. He saw under the broken light rain, it was like a dark golden dragon coming out of the void, like an extremely delicate golden thread, wrapping around Ye Xunzhan's neck.
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"It's this move again."
Qiu Tong's pupils dilated. He had just seen this scene. It was the same sword that killed Jin Duo, and Feng Jueyu actually wanted to repeat his old tricks. The boy was too courageous, and he didn't even change his moves.
"Is he so sure that he can conquer the world with one move?" Yang Wenbin also noticed this sign, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Using the same move to deal with two different enemies is a kind of contempt from the heart no matter how you look at it.
I really don’t take Ye Xunzhan seriously.
Ye Xunzhan was furious. He clearly saw that this move was the one that killed Jin Duo, and his face was as red as a soldering iron.
"You bitch, do you think I, Ye Xunzhan, am easy to bully? Break it for me."
Ye Xunzhao had already said before the war that if a lion attacks a rabbit with all his strength, he will naturally not hold back.
But he never expected that his Transformed Demonic Sword would be so unbearable that it would be broken by a fourth-transformation kid with a single sword strike.
That being the case, let me show you how powerful I am.
"The Fire Demon Prison Breaking Sword!"
The power of the sword changed suddenly, and the dark silver frost seemed to be blown away by the wind and disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a blazing blue flame that roared and flooded on the sword.
The flames of the netherworld are as blue as night, and the evil fire is infinite.
The sword light was intense, as hot as a tide, and the billowing flames concentrated into one place, turning into a blue flame mad sword that swept across all directions.
The remnant souls of the monks floating on the corpses everywhere were incinerated by the high temperature, and they all screamed in horror.
Many of the dead on this battlefield had escaped their souls. If they encountered a God-given opportunity, they might be able to take over their bodies and be reborn. But at this moment, they were directly burned to ashes by the blue flame sword energy, completely giving up the idea of rebirth.
The surrounding crushed vegetation, trees, and even the earth were burned by the blue fire, giving off a strange luster.
This sword is obviously several times more powerful than the Transformed Demonic Sword, and can easily kill any master at the peak of Rank 5.
"Good guy, I didn't expect Ye Xunzhan to become so strong. The power of this sword is definitely not inferior to that of Senior Sister Bizhu."
Hua Yan sighed, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble. Thinking from his perspective, if she was exposed to this sword energy, her chance of survival would be almost zero.
But immediately, the world trembled.
The domineering and crazy sword was cut across by a sharp blade, torn in half like a piece of cloth.
"this……"
In front of the blue flame sword energy, the golden thin line swept away without any hindrance.
On the other hand, the sword energy immediately collapsed and splashed, turning into countless flames and scattering away. It was no match for him at all.
The thin golden thread moved forward in an indomitable way, reaching five meters in front of Ye Xunzhan.
"How is that possible? I don't believe it."
Five meters is already a fatal distance.
In this situation, Ye Xunzhan had no time to strike again.
To be honest, Ye Xunzhan did not leave any room when he came on stage.
He prepared to use Feng Jueyu's three swords to understand this quickly, but who would have thought that the opponent's sword energy was so powerful, and with just one light sword, he completely destroyed his two killing moves.
There is no comparison.
At this moment, Ye Xunzhan was not only filled with anger and surprise, but also fear from the bottom of his heart.
What kind of sword spirit is so powerful that it can't even compete with Ye Xunyi's two top magical skills?
Also, I obviously exerted my full strength and consumed a huge amount of internal energy, but the opponent's strength was obviously not as strong as mine, but he was relaxed and comfortable, as if he had never drawn a sword.
And his sword is simply unstoppable.
Sweat beads slid down both sides of his cheeks. Ye Xunzhan did not dare to think too much. This was an opponent that could not be judged by common sense. He could no longer be careless.
"Juesha Tao Tower."
Looking up to the sky and letting out a long roar, like an eagle encountering a natural enemy, Ye Xunzhan sacrificed a black pagoda artifact and held it in front of him.