Ye Wuyuan stared at Ye Wuqi's face, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. His index and middle fingers came together to draw a straight line in the air, and instantly a sword with blue light all over its body appeared in his hand.
This is an ice sword tempered by thousands of years of extremely cold ice. If you are hit by this sword in the heart, your life will stop in the blink of an eye.
Ye Wuqi looked at the Ice Sword with a sneer in his heart. Ice and fire were really different. Since you showed the ice, he showed off the Red Flame Sword.
He stretched out his palm, and there was a small flame burning in the palm. The flame slowly transformed into the shape of a sword. This was an invisible sword.
"Very good, I want to see how much you have grown over the years!" As soon as Ye Wuyuan finished speaking, he rushed out with the ice sword in his hand.
At the same time, the red flame in Ye Wuqi's hand also rushed out.
The two swords wanted to meet in the air. They both continued to inject Qi into the swords. Soon, a layer of light surrounded them, one as bright red as fire and the other as light blue as ice.
The two apertures faced each other, shortening the distance between them as they advanced.
Suddenly, there was a burst of dazzling light, and both apertures broke instantly.
I saw the two of them turning around neatly at the same time, dodging the sword energy coming from them.
There was no extra time, they transformed into swords at the same time and fought fiercely in the air.
The two swords were entangled with each other, flying up and down. One moment, the Red Flame Sword forced the Ice Sword away from them, and the next moment, the Ice Sword bullied me.
After a few rounds, Ye Wuyuan was the first to reveal his true form.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Wuqi also landed on his feet.
Chi Yan and Han Bing are inherently repulsive to each other, and neither of them can take advantage in this round.
Ye Wuyuan knew clearly that he had to allocate some mana to maintain the entire illusion, so he would not gain any advantage if he continued to fight.
At this time, Ye Qingqing standing aside caught Ye Wuyuan's attention. He smiled evilly, "Qing'er, come here!"
Ye Wuqi heard him calling "Qing'er" and looked in the direction of Ye Qingqing.
In her heart, she hoped that she would not go to Ye Wuyuan. Unfortunately, Ye Qingqing didn't even look at him.
Ye Qingqing slowly walked towards Ye Wuyuan step by step. When he was about to get close to Ye Wuyuan, Ye Qingqing suddenly reached out and held Ye Qingqing in his arms, wrapping his arms around her neck. "Ahem!" Ye Qingqing let out a few sounds.
Painful coughing.
"Qing'er!" Ye Wuqi took a step forward but was stopped by Ye Wuyin.
"What? Are you feeling distressed?" Ye Wuyuan smiled happily and did not forget to touch Ye Qingqing's face twice.
Ye Qingqing dodged in his arms: "Ye Wuqi, save me...cough cough!" The force on his neck suddenly increased, causing a series of coughs.
"Ye Wuyuan! Come at me if you dare!" Ye Wuqi clenched his fists and glared angrily. At this moment, he really had the urge to tear Ye Wuyuan into pieces.
"Coming to you? Okay! As long as you hand me the scepter and give up the throne to me, I will let her go immediately!" Ye Wuyuan said, and with another force, Ye Qingqing's coughing became breathless.
Out of breath.
"No... don't... Ye Wuqi... don't... worry about me... cough cough..." Ye Qingqing was so stunned that she even shed tears.
Looking at Ye Qingqing's appearance, Ye Wuqi felt extremely distressed. The most unbearable thing for him was that Qing'er was injured. Ye Wuyuan glared at Ye Wuqi's face, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and put his index and middle fingers together.
, drew a straight line in the air, and instantly a sword emitting blue light appeared in his hand.
This is an ice sword tempered by thousands of years of extremely cold ice. If you are hit by this sword in the heart, your life will stop in the blink of an eye.
Ye Wuqi looked at the Ice Sword with a sneer in his heart. Ice and fire were really different. Since you showed the ice, he showed off the Red Flame Sword.
He stretched out his palm, and there was a small flame burning in the palm. The flame slowly transformed into the shape of a sword. This was an invisible sword.
"Very good, I want to see how much you have grown over the years!" As soon as Ye Wuyuan finished speaking, he rushed out with the ice sword in his hand.
At the same time, the red flame in Ye Wuqi's hand also rushed out.
The two swords wanted to meet in the air. They both continued to inject Qi into the swords. Soon, a layer of light surrounded them, one as bright red as fire and the other as light blue as ice.
The two apertures faced each other, shortening the distance between them as they advanced.
Suddenly, there was a burst of dazzling light, and both apertures broke instantly.
I saw the two of them turning around neatly at the same time, dodging the sword energy coming from them.
There was no extra time, they transformed into swords at the same time and fought fiercely in the air.
The two swords were entangled with each other, flying up and down. One moment, the Red Flame Sword forced the Ice Sword away from them, and the next moment, the Ice Sword bullied me.
After a few rounds, Ye Wuyuan was the first to reveal his true form.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Wuqi also landed on his feet.
Chi Yan and Han Bing are inherently repulsive to each other, and neither of them can take advantage in this round.
Ye Wuyuan knew clearly that he had to allocate some mana to maintain the entire illusion, so he would not gain any advantage if he continued to fight.
At this time, Ye Qingqing standing aside caught Ye Wuyuan's attention. He smiled evilly, "Qing'er, come here!"
Ye Wuqi heard him calling "Qing'er" and looked in the direction of Ye Qingqing.
In her heart, she hoped that she would not go to Ye Wuyuan. Unfortunately, Ye Qingqing didn't even look at him.
Ye Qingqing slowly walked towards Ye Wuyuan step by step. When he was about to get close to Ye Wuyuan, Ye Qingqing suddenly reached out and held Ye Qingqing in his arms, wrapping his arms around her neck. "Ahem!" Ye Qingqing let out a few sounds.
Painful coughing.
"Qing'er!" Ye Wuqi took a step forward but was stopped by Ye Wuyin.
"What? Are you feeling distressed?" Ye Wuyuan smiled happily and did not forget to touch Ye Qingqing's face twice.
Ye Qingqing dodged in his arms: "Ye Wuqi, save me...cough cough!" The force on his neck suddenly increased, causing a series of coughs.
"Ye Wuyuan! Come at me if you dare!" Ye Wuqi clenched his fists and glared angrily. At this moment, he really had the urge to tear Ye Wuyuan into pieces.
"Coming to you? Okay! As long as you hand me the scepter and give up the throne to me, I will let her go immediately!" Ye Wuyuan said, and with another force, Ye Qingqing's coughing became breathless.
Out of breath.
"No... don't... Ye Wuqi... don't... worry about me... cough cough..." Ye Qingqing was so stunned that she even shed tears.
Seeing Ye Qingqing's appearance, Ye Wuqi felt extremely distressed. The most unbearable thing for him was for Qing'er to be injured.