Suddenly, Yao Meng stiffened, opened his eyes wide, and then fell from the air to the ground.
"Boom!"
Yao Meng hit the ground hard and lost his life.
"As long as you are indestructible, I will kill you with one sword." Ye Qiu said with disdain.
The little white fox reminded Ye Qiu: "Ye Changsheng, don't waste time, hurry up and find a way to get that coffin."
Ye Qiu appeared in front of the golden coffin in one step. Without hesitation, he forced out a drop of golden blood with his middle finger and dropped it on the golden coffin.
However, the drop of blood showed no change, and the golden coffin showed no reaction.
"Blood drops don't work?"
Ye Qiu frowned.
At this moment, a "boom" sound came from the distance, and then the ground trembled, like a giant thing appearing.
Ye Qiu turned around and narrowed his eyes.
"Wei Wuji!"
That's right, this sound was made by Wei Wuji.
Wei Wuji has recovered his physical body. Not only that, the aura on his body has also become much stronger, like a peerless ferocious beast.
Every step he took was like a divine drum exploding, deafening.
The disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect also saw Wei Wuji, and their expressions changed greatly.
"Wei Wuji is here?"
"No, this guy must be here for the golden coffin."
"Mr. Ye is in trouble."
"Mr. Ye, we can help you!"
Clang, clang, clang...
The disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect drew out their swords one after another and quickly appeared beside Ye Qiu, wanting to help Ye Qiu deal with Wei Wuji.
Mo Tianji and Lin Daniao also came over.
"Brother, first it was Yao Meng, and now it's Wei Wuji. I'm worried that other masters will appear."
"How about leaving Wei Wuji to us?"
"Although we are not Wei Wuji's opponent, we have more people, can we hold him back for a while?" Mo Tianji said.
Ye Qiu shook his head and said: "Wei Wuji is stronger than the last time we saw him. If you let you deal with him, it will only cause unnecessary casualties."
Then, Ye Qiu said to the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect: "You guys stand back, I will personally deal with this Wei prince."
Wei Wuji is getting closer and closer.
When he was still fifty meters away from Ye Qiu, Wei Wuji stopped, his eyes always fixed on Ye Qiu, without even looking at the golden coffin.
Ye Qiu was a little surprised when he discovered this detail.
"It seems that he is here for me, but this prince of Wei is very ambitious, so why is he indifferent to the golden coffin?"
Ye Qiu then discovered that Wei Wuji's face was dull and his eyes were empty and lifeless, exactly the same as Yao Meng's previous state.
"Something's wrong, Wei Wuji has also changed."
Ye Qiu had just thought of this when he suddenly saw Wei Wuji's eyeballs were bloodshot and full of bloodthirsty light, which was extremely frightening.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Wuji stretched out his palm, and a black iron heavy sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.
When Wei Wuji grasped the hilt of the sword, he released a surge of sword intent that seemed to cut through the sky.
His entire body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, displaying an unparalleled edge.
At the same time, the long swords in the hands of the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect became extremely restless and kept buzzing and trembling.
"No, I can't hold my sword anymore..."
As soon as a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect finished speaking, the long sword in his hand shot out of the air, and then, one after another, the long swords flew towards Wei Wuji.
In an instant, dozens of long swords were hanging in front of Wei Wuji, shaking uneasily, just like the ministers trembling when they see the emperor.
"puff!"
The next second, all the long swords were shattered.
"What a natural swordsman!"
Ye Qiu said in a cold voice: "Wei Wuji, if Wuhua hadn't rescued you last time, you would have become a dead soul among my men. I didn't expect that you would dare to come back."
Wei Wuji remained motionless, as if he didn't hear Ye Qiu's words.
"Why, are you deaf too?" Ye Qiu asked.
Wei Wuji still didn't respond.
"Ye Changsheng, there's something wrong with this guy. He seems to be the same as that stinky woman from before." said the little white fox.
Ye Qiudao: "I have the same feeling. He and Yao Meng seem to have become the same person."
The little white fox said: "You have to be careful anyway."
"It doesn't matter, no matter what he becomes, I will kill him without fail." Ye Qiu was extremely confident. After saying that, he stepped into the air.
Suddenly, he showed strong fighting spirit, condescendingly calling him by his name.
"Wei Wuji, come here quickly, I'll take you to report to the underworld."
Wei Wuji finally reacted this time. He twisted his neck and made a "click" sound. Then he raised his head and looked at Ye Qiu. His blood-red eyes were emotionless, and a terrifying murderous aura was released from him.
"Hmph!" Wei Wuji snorted coldly, holding up the black iron heavy sword, and struck Ye Qiu with one strike.
The power of the sword was domineering and fierce, as if it was about to break the heaven and the earth.
Although Ye Qiu looked calm, he did not dare to be careless in his heart. Wei Wuji's sword looked simple and direct, but in fact it contained an invincible momentum that went forward.
Moreover, although this sword struck Ye Qiu from the ground, the escaped sword energy blocked Ye Qiu's surroundings.
There is also the dark iron heavy sword, which is extremely thick. When it is swung out, it creates a strong air flow and directly crushes the air. It weighs tens of thousands of kilograms at least. Even if Wei Wuji does not use any swordsmanship, this sword alone will
It can kill a whole group of people.
"Although you have become stronger, in my eyes, you are still a waste."
After Ye Qiu said this, he executed the Nine-turn Divine Dragon Art, activated his power crazily, and punched the Dark Iron Heavy Sword.
It doesn’t matter whether you are gifted with a sword or you are a prince of the Wei Dynasty, I will defeat you with one punch.
No matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, I just need to be stronger than you.
In the face of absolute power, any move is a paper tiger. As the saying goes, whoever has a bigger fist is king.
"boom!"
Ye Qiu's fist was like a star, carrying terrifying power as it collided with the Dark Iron Heavy Sword in the air.
"when!"
There was a loud noise, like the sky and the earth falling apart. The Black Iron Heavy Sword left Wei Wuji's palm on the spot, drew an arc in the air, and finally fell into the abyss on the edge of the cliff.
Wei Wuji himself felt like he was struck by lightning, with blood spurting from his mouth and his body flying upside down like a kite with its string broken.
"Aren't you said to be born with a sword? Take my sword and try it!"
Ye Qiu stood there and stretched out his right hand.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Six sword qi burst out, each sword qi was about tens of feet long. When he was about to catch up with Wei Wuji, the six sword qi suddenly condensed into one sword qi, releasing a dazzling light, like a thunder sword, striking Wei Wuji with a bang.
chest.
"puff!"
Wei Wuji's chest spurted blood and he was nailed to death in the air.
