"With my current strength, I have no chance of winning against a warrior in the realm of the Supreme Spiritual Emperor!"
"The only choice is to escape!" Looking at the whirlpool of life and death that was covering an increasingly larger area, the green dragon mark between Qing Jue's brows was filled with a bright green light. At the same time, Qing Jue took a few steps forward, one after another.
Weird fluctuations spread, and the breeze emerged. Finally, these breezes suddenly turned into afterimages. The afterimages gathered together to form three clones, "The Divine Wind Shadow Clone!"
A few months ago, Qing Jue was barely able to evolve two clones, but at this moment, his limit is three clones. These figures are consistent with Qing Jue's appearance. The clones and Qing Jue's original body move, taking several steps in succession, in the void.
Thousands more figures appeared.
The dense shadows made it impossible to distinguish reality from reality. These shadows immediately rushed in all directions.
"Stay!" The white-haired old man snorted coldly, and his figure emerged in front of the sword pillar. He stretched out his hand to hold the long sword in the sword pillar, raised the sword, and the sword energy flew...
The sword energy flew into the air, and a terrifying martial arts will filled the white-haired old man's body.
This martial arts will spread out like a tide at an extremely fast speed, covering an area of hundreds of feet in just an instant.
"Leave it to me!" The white-haired old man's white hair floated behind him, and his martial arts will condensed, and the afterimages shrouded by the martial arts will immediately shattered.
Bang bang! More and more afterimages shattered, and only four figures remained in the void.
Feeling the pressure coming from his body, Qing Jue's expression changed in vain. He seemed to be in a swamp. Every time he took a step, there would be a terrifying resistance in front of him.
"Clone!" The white-haired old man raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked straight at the four figures. He raised the long sword in his hand, and four sword rainbows appeared with one sword.
"Sword rainbow penetrates the sun!" The white-haired old man took a step, and with a sword, he tore the sky apart, and four sword rainbows shot out.
Every sword rainbow contains an extremely terrifying will, which is the will of martial arts.
Those unformed whirlpools of life and death were directly torn apart by this sword rainbow. The sword rainbow was like lightning, shooting straight at Qing Jue.
"Suppression of martial arts will!" Qing Jue Jian frowned slightly, and the pressure on his body became more and more terrifying. Qing Jue knew that if this continued, his body would have to be imprisoned.
Turning around, Qing Jue held his right hand in the air, and a sword filled with lightning appeared, and he held the long sword.
"Raikiri!" On Qing Jue, a terrifying sword intent rose into the sky. At the same time, countless thunder sounds emerged around Qing Jue. The long sword stirred, and its purple electric light turned into a sword.
A phantom of a blue dragon was flying around.
"Use the fury of thunder to cut off this martial will!" Along with the extremely powerful sword intention, the phantom of his green dragon flew in the thunder, and the purple lightning as thick as a bucket wrapped around his side. Qing Jue's sword fell, and it fell in vain.
In the void ahead.
It was at this attack that the green dragon phantoms flying around him roared and rushed towards the endless void.
"Cut it off!" Qing Jue Leng shouted, thunder roared in the void, and countless green dragon phantoms converged into a terrifying power, stimulating the life and death energy around the ripples in the space but were forced hundreds of feet away.
The place where Qing Jue was standing seemed to have become a thunder pool, and the thunder was like a fish in the pond. It was with this sword that Qing Jue found that the pressure on his body immediately became much weaker.
"Although it has not been cut off, it is enough to shake the martial arts will!" Looking at the Changhong getting closer and closer, Qingjue did not turn around and leave, but took a step forward again.
"Bloodline magical power thunder flashes!" A terrifying thunderbolt fell from the sky and suddenly fell on Qing Jue.
Faint vacuum ripples appeared in the void in front of Qing Jue. The originally invisible void was immediately torn apart, and thousands of thunderbolts shuttled through it.
Three clones gathered towards Qing Jue's body one after another. Four figures were looming in the thunder. Looking at the four shadows, the smile on the corner of the white-haired old man's mouth became colder: "As long as these four figures are eliminated,
Can!"
The sword fingers pulled, and the four sword rainbows gathered together in vain, like the rising sun, unstoppable, piercing the air and shooting straight at Qingjue.
"It's locked!" There was no fear in Ye Shaohan's eyes, and Qing Jue's entire body turned into a blue dragon soaring above the nine heavens. The electric light condensed, and the green dragon rushed upward with thunderous momentum.
At the same time, the thunder roared and the three clones also turned into green dragons. The four green dragons gathered together were a hundred feet long.
With the power of thunder, controlling all the thunders in the world, the green dragon and the sword rainbow met in vain, bang bang!
The thunder tore the Changhong into pieces, and also shook the terrifying martial arts will within the Changhong. This is the power of thunder.
Circles of space ripples spread, and the surrounding space shattered, forming waves. The green dragon once again tore apart the space waves and shot straight at the white-haired old man.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man sneered and took a step forward. A terrifying sword intent condensed on the long sword: "It is rumored that the four ancient tribes are extremely powerful. Today, I will use the sharp sword in my hand.
Cut it off!"
The white-haired old man was laughing, mocking Qing Jue for overestimating his own abilities, but when the green dragon was still dozens of feet away from the old man, the green dragon's long tail swept out, stirring up the two qi of life and death around him, and a terrifying whirlpool of life and death emerged.
, At the same time, Qing Jue's figure suddenly stopped and turned around. Thousands of thunders roared in unison, and the green dragon jumped into the thunder and rushed madly towards the distance. Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man was stunned and said, "It's a bluff."
,Want to escape?”
For the first time, the white-haired old man realized that he had been fooled in this way. Previously, he had ridiculed Qing Jue for overestimating his own abilities. It turned out that he didn't want to charge straight at all, but was bluffing.
The vortex of life and death emerged, and the white-haired old man stepped forward without hesitation, once again using his martial arts will to tear apart the whirlpool of life and death that had not yet evolved.
Although he could tear it apart, using such a majestic martial arts will, the spiritual energy in the old man's body was excessively consumed, and his face turned pale. At the same time, Qing Jue also transformed into a human form again, stepping on thunder, and ran towards the distance.
"Stay!" the white-haired old man shouted coldly, taking several steps in succession, tearing up the void around him.
A cold shout wafted out, but a scene that surprised the old man also appeared. Qing Jue, who was running wildly, actually stopped.
Although he was confused in his heart, the speed of the white-haired old man did not slow down at all, and the terrifying pressure spread out. In just a few breaths, the old man's figure appeared dozens of feet away from Qing Jue.
Hiss! The white-haired old man suddenly took a breath. His eyes swept over Qing Jue's back and stopped in the void in the distance. There, a space ripple slowly spread out, and the energy of life and death rolled.
The pupils narrowed in vain, and under the old man's slightly dull gaze, a figure stepped out of the ripples in the space.
Clothed as white as snow, with long hair like ink flying, this figure gives people a strange feeling, as if he represents the entire world just standing there.
The old man's eyes fell on the figure dressed in white as snow. At this moment, he finally understood why Qing Jue stopped in vain.
This figure is no stranger to the old man, a figure dressed in white as snow.
"Master of the Sword God!" The white-haired old man didn't notice that his voice was slightly trembling at this moment, and his eyes no longer had the murderous intent before. Without any hesitation, the white-haired old man stepped back.
A step of dozens of feet, but what puzzled the old man was that the man had not moved yet and was still standing in the void. A trace of doubt hovered in the heart of the white-haired old man. Suddenly, the white-haired old man seemed to notice something, turned around suddenly, and stood in front of him.
Behind him, a figure appeared in vain. As soon as this figure appeared, a terrifying tearing force emerged. At the same time, this figure directly punched out, tearing the surrounding void and breaking the turbulence.
The fist fell directly on the white-haired old man.
"When did this person appear?" The white-haired old man didn't feel any life in this figure, especially the empty eyes that made him feel inexplicably palpitating.
Wearing a black robe, his figure was slightly thin, with no trace of life on his body. His empty eyes were full of death, but there was a hint of life deep in his eyes.
Sword corpse, hungry ghost path! Standing in the void, Ye Shaohan put his hands behind his back and did not move, but looked at the scene with a calm expression.
Qing Jue turned around, looked at the familiar figure, and asked with a startled expression, "That person?"
It was just a punch, but the terrifying power contained in it made the white-haired old man dare not underestimate it.
The martial arts will burst out, and the white-haired old man suddenly picked up the long sword in his hand, raised the sword, and drew the sword. He completed the sword in just an instant.
The shadow of the sword intention emerged, and the martial arts will was restrained within it. This sword alone was enough to kill the Spirit Master Realm warrior, and the white-haired old man was extremely ruthless when he struck out.
"It's too much to resist my sword with just your body!" Although the appearance of the fifth generation made the white-haired old man feel uneasy, he was not afraid of the figure in front of him.
Facing the bright sword light in front of him, Hungry Ghost Dao's gaze remained dead silent. In an instant, the fist and the sword light finally met, bang bang!
The roar resounded, and the strength contained in the fist exploded, directly shredding the sword light. In the unbelievable eyes of the white-haired old man, a strange mark appeared on Hungry Ghost Road's fist. At the same time,
, the terror is that the tearing force spreads, it is this tearing force that swallows up the sword intention and martial arts will contained in the sword shadow, and the space ripples spread out, stirring up the space wave.
Bang bang! After punching out, Hungry Ghost Dao stopped his hand and punched out again, hitting the tip of the sword.
A metallic clashing sound erupted in vain. At the hilt of the sword, the white-haired old man felt a terrifying force that shook his arm.
"What a terrifying body!" The white-haired old man stepped back several steps before the terrifying force was gone. However, a damp feeling spread in the palm of his hand, and scarlet liquid dripped down the hilt of the sword.