Ye Xiaoyao has one man and one sword. Looking around, he looks like an unsheathed divine sword, with a powerful momentum like a rainbow!
"Seek death!"
Li Xuantian sneered and said indifferently: "Which disciple will take off this rebellious head on behalf of the sect!"
"I'll do it!" As soon as he finished speaking, an overbearing cold shout suddenly resounded.
call out!
With the sound of breaking wind, a tall young figure suddenly jumped out from the crowd!
It was a young man of about 27 or 28 years old. He was dressed in white and had a jade crown on his head. He was as rich as jade and exuded the majestic aura of King Wu at his peak!
In addition, the movements of the man in white exude a chilling air of ice. As soon as he appears, the temperature at the entire mountain gate drops sharply, as if he is in the dead of winter!
He is like a special martial artist at the peak of the Martial King!
"Well!"
"It's the eight-star disciple of the inner sect—Senior Brother Feng Han!"
"Senior Brother Feng Han not only possesses the peak of the Martial King, but also possesses the special power of frost!"
"Haha! If Senior Brother Feng Han takes action, he will definitely kill this Ye Xiaoyao on the spot!"
"..."
The people of Xuantian Sect suddenly made a noise, and even the elders and senior officials nodded slightly.
In the field, Feng Han looked at Ye Xiaoyao, with two wisps of frost hanging on his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "Boy, a rebellious Xuantian dares to return to the clan to provoke, you are really impatient!"
"Let me Feng Han and send you back to the west today!!"
As soon as the words fell, Feng Han took action instantly, and the spiritual energy belonging to the peak of King Wu suddenly surged out. At the same time, a soul-stifling ice power suddenly burst out and swept across!
boom!
With one palm shot, a palm of ice that was more than ten feet long broke through the air and pushed horizontally towards Ye Xiaoyao.
Wherever it passes, endless frost spreads, making the entire mountain gate feel like it's the twelfth lunar month of winter!
"good!"
Seeing the power of this palm, the entire Xuantian Sect was shocked and their faces were filled with evil smiles!
It was as if he had already seen Ye Xiaoyao opposite him being smashed into pieces of ice by this palm!
Ye Xiaoyao shook his head, his face as indifferent as water, without any expression!
Zheng!
When the ice palm swept forward, a clear sword chant suddenly resounded through the mountain gate, a blazing sword light shined, and the ice palm instantly collapsed into ice shards all over the sky!
Tsk~
The sword light suddenly flashed in mid-air, and Feng Han on the opposite side was suddenly torn into a shower of blood!
The mountain gate suddenly turned bright red!
"ah!"
Seeing this sudden bloody scene, the entire Xuantian Sect was shocked!
"This, this, this!"
"Feng Han is dead!!"
"How is this possible? That is Senior Brother Feng Han, an eight-star disciple of the inner sect. How can he be killed by a sword!"
"No! I can't accept it. When did he become so powerful!"
"..."
The senior officials of Xuantian Sect were also shocked by this scene!
Li Xuantian's eyes shrank in shock, and he said solemnly: "King of Martial Arts! King of Swords! He has become a double king!"
Everyone was shocked again. You must know that a month ago, Ye Xiaoyao was still a late-stage great martial artist and a peak swordsman!
After not seeing each other for a month, the other party has actually been promoted to the realm of double kings. This growth rate is simply astonishing!
"Haha, Xuantian Sect, is this all you have? You can't even take one of my swords!"
Ye Xiaoyao smiled contemptuously, which immediately made the people of Xuantian Sect shocked and indignant!
"Arrogant, let me kill you!"
At this time, an angry shout rang out, and once again an inner disciple suddenly jumped out of the air!
He was also a young man in his mid-twenties, but compared to Feng Han, he was extremely short in stature and ugly in appearance, but his cultivation was not weaker than Feng Han's!
What's even more terrifying is that this disciple's whole body is exuding green light!
While the green light was steaming, even the air was twisting involuntarily, waiting for him to approach the mountain gate!
All the flowers and plants at the mountain gate withered and fell in an instant!
"Huh? A poisonous cultivator!"
As soon as this person arrived, Ye Xiaoyao frowned and felt a little dull in his chest!
There was another round of discussion around.
"Hmm! It's Senior Brother Du Qianlie, an eight-star inner sect disciple!"
"Senior Brother Du Qianlie's poison technique is famous throughout the inner sect!"
"Yes! He once brought down five or six strong men of the same realm with his poisonous skills. It's very impressive!"
"Haha! If Senior Brother Du Qianlie takes action, no matter how powerful Ye Xiaoyao is, he is destined to die!"
"..."
Du Qianlie was greatly benefited from the heated comments and compliments around him. He immediately shook his body and shouted: "Boy, go to hell!"
Boom! Du Qianlie burst out, and with a wave of his hand, a green poisonous mist swept toward Ye Xiaoyao.
"cut!"
Ye Xiaoyao slashed with his sword, and the poisonous fog in the sky was swept away, but the next moment, his mind could not help but feel in a trance!
Du Qianlie seemed to know the power of the sword in Ye Xiaoyao's hand and did not confront him head-on!
Instead, he continued to release streams of green poison around him, and at the same time he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, boy, my poisonous mist is carefully prepared by me. Even if you block your breathing, you can't stop the poisonous hair. Give up."
Well, today, you are destined to die at my hands!"
Ye Xiaoyao said nothing, while cutting away the poisonous mist sweeping around him, he also tried to isolate the poisonous mist!
But his body gradually became heavier, letting him know that what the other party said was true!
After seeing that ordinary methods failed to work, Ye Xiaoyao immediately shook the ultimate sword in his body!
Buzz!
The ultimate sword trembled, and the discomfort all over his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Um!"
Ye Xiaoyao nodded secretly, it was indeed the ultimate sword, and it could easily eliminate poisonous mist.
The next moment, Ye Xiaoyao deliberately bought a loophole, pretending to be deeply poisoned and about to collapse!
"Haha! You can't survive anymore. Let me kill you!" Du Qianlie was indeed fooled. He held a green blade and came towards Ye Xiaoyao!
"Yeah?"
And just when he was approaching, a cold smile suddenly appeared on Ye Xiaoyao's face!
not good!
Du Qianlie was shocked, knowing that he had been deceived, and immediately wanted to retreat!
But the next moment, a blazing sword light suddenly bloomed in the poisonous mist that filled the sky, instantly wiping out the poisonous mist!
Poof!
At the same time, Du Qianlie's head flew up from his neck, and his eyes were filled with a look of death. It was obvious that he had not figured out until his death why Ye Xiaoyao was not affected by his poisonous mist!
"ah!"
"Senior Brother Du Qianlie is also dead!"
"This, this, this...how could this happen!"
As soon as Du Qianlie died, the hearts of the entire Xuantian Sect could not help but sink again!
Zheng!
Ye Xiaoyao shook the Lingxiao Sword in his hand again and shouted: "Who will die next!"