"The hope belongs to Zhou Xingyun." Zhu You silently made a wish.
Ye Qinghan has been to Zhou Xingyun's domain. For them, they at least know Zhou Xingyun's domain thoroughly.
The most unpredictable one is Ye Qiao.
None of them had ever entered Ye Qiao's territory.
Ye Qinghan thought of the name of her field and said, "It's the healing system, so there's nothing to be afraid of."
The young man held his sword and calmly analyzed the predicament at hand: "And her domain is more harmless than ours."
When Ye Qiao was chatting at night, she revealed that her field was relatively harmless before the first four colors, and it took four colors to become lethal.
That means it's harmless until then.
Ye Qinghan is confident that he can control the situation before it gets out of hand.
Senluo Mirror quickly constructed the picture, and what he saw was a vast expanse of white, with a field of ice and snow spreading out beneath his feet. The moment Ye Qiao touched the ground, he felt like he was numb from the cold.
Her movements became sluggish at this moment. She let out a sigh and looked at Ye Qinghan, "Your domain?"
"Damn, it's so cold." Chu Xingzhi's teeth clashed twice, and he couldn't speak anymore.
Ye Qiao felt the same. She had entered Ye Qinghan's domain once. In her opinion, Ye Qinghan's domain was simply unreasonable. At least her domain was friendly at first, but the moment Ye Qinghan entered his domain, his blood flowed.
It seemed to be frozen.
She shuddered and dragged out the unwilling KFC. The bright firelight shrouded her body, barely melting the rapidly condensing ice.
In an instant, everyone gathered around and tried to get close to Ye Qiao, but there was still a bit of warmth around her.
After KFC sprayed fire twice, it also wilted: "I can't maintain it for too long. If you don't find a way out, you will be trapped in the field until you die sooner or later."
Ye Qinghan tried to establish consciousness with his own domain and wanted to open the exit of the domain. After all, it was his domain and he could control it as the master. The young man closed his eyes and quickly tried to open the domain.
Qin Huai cursed in a low voice, "Why is your domain like this?"
The temperature in the field is so low that it is unimaginable.
Chu Xingzhi breathed madly and tried to light the fire-control talisman to keep warm, "My senior brother's domain is so strong, but it's so cold."
Ye Qiao's few fire-control talismans were all used up at this moment, but the effect was very little. Her cold brain seemed to be frozen at this moment, and her expression became a little dull.
Commonly known as being stunned by the cold.
"Qiaoqiao." Frost Sword hesitated for a few seconds, looking at his sword master's dazed look, he wanted to come up and help her.
The little Lolita's fingertips were filled with frost, trying to use fire to fight fire to help keep her warm. She raised her head, her ice-blue eyes staring blankly at the Morning and Night Sword, looking very well-behaved, "Can I freeze her?"
This will help Qiaoqiao.
It is said that people will have the illusion of warmth when they are extremely cold.
"……"Forehead.
Chao Xi Jian pressed her furry head and said, "If you want her to die quickly, you might consider it."
Hanshuang thought seriously for a moment. He couldn't come to a conclusion because he thought for a long time. Finally, he listened to the advice and took back the snowflakes that had spread on his fingertips.
Now all he could count on were monks with fire spiritual roots. Mu Chongxi lit up the natal fire at his fingertips, and a group of people gathered around the flame at his fingertips to keep warm.
At this moment, it is simply the hope of the whole village.
After waiting for a while, Ye Qiao, who was stunned by the cold, gradually recovered from the cold. She let out a breath of cold air, and struck the sky with thunder and lightning, hitting the ice falling from the sky. If she moved a step slower, the next step would be sharper than a sword.
The ice was aimed at her skull.
The formation she set up in the field also seemed fragile and vulnerable. Without Mu Zhongxi's fire source to keep warm, her fingertips were frozen due to being in contact with the field for too long. Ye Qiao quickly shattered the ice at the moment it solidified, and her fingers
She was so cold that she felt numb, and the temperature imbalance gave her the illusion of being hot.
Not only was her body repeatedly frozen, but so was everyone else. The icy areas on her body needed to be constantly broken before the ice solidified. It was more of a mental issue than physical headaches and torture.
"...It's so cold." Mu Chongxi is more resistant to freezing than them. This may be related to the inheritance of the Dragon Clan. He looked at several of his classmates who were about to freeze to death, and anxiously began to shake Ye Qinghan crazily, "What should we do? They are all
I'm going to be frozen stupid."
However, in fact, Ye Qinghan's situation was no better than theirs. In order to prevent his own domain from making dangerous moves, such as completely freezing his fellow disciples to death, his consciousness was closely connected with him throughout the process. The young man opened his eyes and exhaled
A breath of cold air, "I'm trying to control it."
"But I have a question." Ye Qinghan stared at the field in front of him, "Is the power really only 50%?"
Why does he feel that this field is at least seventy or eighty dangerous?
Even Ye Qinghan's own domain is very difficult to control with his current consciousness.
Mu Chongxi: "Don't worry about it, can you open the field and let us out?" He was the only one with the ability to move, and the others were frozen to the point of freezing.
Mu Chongxi barely relied on the heat source emitted by the sword spirit to keep moving, "If you really can't open it, just pierce it."
Ye Qinghan's consciousness grabbed the field, trying to make it stop the attack. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly, but he did not expect that there was such a way. He said expressionlessly, "Who can penetrate it? Do you have this ability?"
And how weak does it have to be before it can be artificially penetrated?
He scoffed.
Mu Chongxi shrugged, "But this is your field, and you know where the weak points are."
Ye Qinghan knew for sure.
But it is still too difficult for him to break the realm by himself.
Ye Qinghan pursed his lips and was still hesitating, but Mu Chongxi grabbed his collar and said, "Stop inking, people will really die. Those ancestors are determined to train us, and we won't be able to save them until the end."
It’s impossible to take action.”
Ye Qinghan couldn't help but frown, "Give me a little more time, I will definitely be able to open it..."
After saying that, blood dripped from the tip of his ear. Ye Qinghan gritted his teeth and said, "Let's pierce it."
"Penetrate the domain?" The Patriarch of Wenjian Sect nodded, "That's a way."
It is impossible to make the realm obedient in a short period of time. Even if Ye Qinghan is given more time and his consciousness fails to meet the requirements, he still cannot fully control it, let alone lose control.
And it was obvious that Ye Qinghan had reached his limit. Under such circumstances, there was nothing wrong with forcibly breaking the realm.
Ye Qinghan wiped the blood that overflowed due to the overdraft of his consciousness, "Whether your idea can be successful is another matter. I can't complete a set of sword skills by myself."
"It requires a lot of spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness." He said coldly.
It is one of the few sword techniques in Wenjian Sect that requires the consumption of spiritual consciousness to complete. Ye Qinghan looked at the people who were already unconscious, took a deep breath, and could only bite the bullet. The moment the young man unsheathed his sword,
Whether it is the Frost Sword or Bu Jian Jun, they all return to the sword.
The crushing of the natural sword bones.
Except for Mu Chongxi's sword, which did not move, everyone else could not help but move closer to him. The light yellow sword shadows condensed together. In an instant, tens of thousands of sword shadows solidified, and it seemed that they would fall in the next second.
Ye Qinghan's face turned pale, and he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly. The Water-Breaking Sword made a buzzing sound. Under the strong pressure, people suspected that the slender long sword would break at any time.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect." Mu Chongxi raised his head and stared at the grand scene in front of him, "The Wenjian Sect's swordsmanship is really simple and unpretentious."
"He can't hold on." Zhou Xingyun breathed silently and said softly: "This sword technique is not something he can touch at his level."
but--
Zhou Xingyun: "Perhaps Wenjian Sect can cooperate to complete the sword art."
Their swordsmanship is of the same origin. Ye Qinghan can't hold on to the others. The Shuishui Sword in his hand has obviously reached its limit. If one sword wants to command so many sword shadows in one breath, it is completely unbearable. Zhou Xingyun looks at it.
Looking at the shadow of the sword in Ye Qinghan's hand, he pursed his lips.
Ye Qiao next to her was so cold that she began to fantasize wildly that she was an Antarctic penguin who was not afraid of the cold. When she was breathing hard, Chu Xingzhi had already moved to help. It was obvious that she was too cold. She could not control the hand holding the sword.
Unable to stop being stiff, the two of them used a sword technique to barely hold on.
Just a few of them are still close to breaking through the realm. Although the two spiritual swords are not weak, the level gap is really too big to withstand the sword technique of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.
"Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Sect." The Grandmaster of the Changming Sect said in a long voice, "It's quite crazy. He hasn't even broken through the Divine Transformation stage yet, and a Nascent Soul Stage brat wants to use Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect."
"But he succeeded, didn't he?" Wen Jianzong's senior had a hint of smile in his usually indifferent eyes.
The direct descendant of the Sword Asking Sect cooperated to help renew the sword technique. The realm also seemed to be aware of the danger and tried frantically to repair the place stabbed by the sword shadow. Ye Qinghan was attacked by his own realm, and the pull was as sharp as the cochlea was completely penetrated, and his clothes
It was dripping with blood.
"Senior Brother..." I heard the worried voice of my junior sister.
Ye Qinghan said calmly: "Continue."
He knew that he alone would not be able to complete the sword art. This sword art was at least at the divine transformation stage. If he forcibly skipped the level and used a sword art that did not belong to his own stage, the backlash would still be very strong.
Ye Qiao shook her frozen wrist, and with the flash of sword light, the realm was still attacking Ye Qinghan, the master, over and over again. She burned a fire-control talisman and could barely move.
She reached out and grasped the hilt of Ye Qinghan's sword before Ye Qinghan was backlashed by the realm again.
Ye Qinghan was unexpectedly stopped. He turned around and saw Ye Qiao, his voice was slightly cold, "What are you doing?"
Ye Qiao waved his hand: "You can go down now."
She shook her head. She remembered that her brain almost exploded when she just memorized the sword technique. She didn't know how much pain Ye Qinghan endured before using such a cross-realm sword technique.
Ye Qiao was not kidding. She pointed to the seat next to her and motioned for him to get down. Under Ye Qinghan's doubtful eyes, she successfully took the other person's place and completed the last pose for him.
She made the Feixian Sword flip over, forming a huge sword shadow, and the entire training ground was shrouded in this bright light.
Other swords may not be able to withstand thousands of sword shadows.
But for the Feixian Sword, which is stronger when it comes to strength, as long as the sword master can sustain it, no matter how strong the sword technique is, there is nothing that cannot be tolerated.
Ye Qiao stabbed the thousands of swaying sword shadows with a sword. The snow-white and bright sword shadows flew into the air and intersected with each other. The temperature in her palms continued to rise, and there was a warm feeling in her dantian that had not been seen for a long time. The sword
The shadows all condensed into one place, without any hesitation, and with the completion of the last move, they completely penetrated and shredded towards the weak point.
The moment Ye Qiao penetrated the field, he vaguely noticed that the sword seemed to have hit an unknown place, making a crisp cracking sound.
Ye Qiao's movements were slightly stiff. He might have damaged something again.
Seeing his territory being penetrated by Ye Qiao's sword, Ye Qinghan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, "Let's go."
The smiles of the patriarchs who were originally excited to watch the show froze.
The Senluo mirror image was broken bit by bit like a spider web, and finally cracked before their eyes.
Wait a minute.
What's broken?
When Ye Qiao was finishing the sword skills, they heard something vaguely.
Then, they watched helplessly as the Senluo Realm in front of them was shattered.
There were eight sides of the Senluo Mirror. One side was broken unexpectedly, causing several people to look at each other. In the end, no one knew who said "Condolences" to the founder of the Chengfeng Sect.
"What happened inside?" The corner of Yueqing Sect's ancestor's mouth twitched, "They actually punched through the mirror."
"To be precise, I was pierced by Ye Qiao's sword." The Grandmaster of the Chengfeng Sect stood up and held the mirror in his hand tightly. If he said he didn't feel bad, he would be lying. This is a spiritual weapon.
It can actually shatter the realm into pieces in one breath.
His mood was ups and downs like a volcano. At one moment he was angry at her for breaking a mirror, and at the same time he was pleasantly surprised by her strength.
The Patriarch of the Wenjian Sect waved his hand and said in a cold voice, "The kid who completed the last move. Is that the Feixian Sword in his hand?"
With the strength of the late Golden Core being able to memorize sword tactics without any damage and penetrate the realm along the way, Feixian Sword has found a good sword master.
…
After escaping from Ye Qinghan's domain, the person who was present was almost killed by the drastic temperature difference. The scene in front of him was full of birdsong and flowers, exuding a warm wind, and looked much more normal than Ye Qinghan's.
Ye Qinghan's consciousness was almost squeezed dry. After coming out of the realm, he looked at the scene in front of him, pursed his lips and said in a cold voice: "Where is this?"
"Whose domain is this?" Qin Huai shook his wrist and cut off the densely entangled broken willows. It was obvious that he was getting angry: "Hurry up and control it."
The field is spreading too fast, and people are afraid of unknown situations, especially when they can't tell whose field it is.
Someone has to go up first to test it. If no one goes up in this situation, the field will not stop and attack.
The mirrors made by our predecessors are hard-core enough to completely reproduce the functions and systems of each person's field.
The senior brother can barely deal with it. As long as the Void Realm does not cooperate with the killing moves, it will only give people a sense of discomfort and the feeling of being in the void. The safety factor is much higher than that of her and Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qiao raised her hand silently, "Maybe it's mine."
"Aren't you a healer?" Ye Qinghan looked cold, holding the sword at his waist tightly, his back stretched into an arch, his whole body felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, and as he was particularly sensitive to danger, his nerves were quietly tense at this moment.
The field in front of us is definitely not a good one.
Ye Qiao was also surprised and turned around and asked, "When did I say that I was a healer?"
"Didn't you say it's called the birth of all things?" Ye Qinghan's voice suddenly became louder.
"Don't worry about what it's called." Ye Qiao quickly stepped to a higher position, "Set your feet higher and don't get caught by the vines or touched by the flowers."
Everyone was slightly shocked. This was Ye Qiao's domain, and she would not target it without aim.
"It is indeed harmless when no one is around, and my field is healing!" She loudly proved her field.
It can still heal people at critical moments.
Ye Qinghan was distracted for a few seconds, and brushed against the approaching giant vine. He watched as the soft and harmless vine suddenly sprouted sharp thorns and suddenly approached him, threatening to kill him.
Looking at the menacing field in front of him, Ye Qinghan covered his left shoulder that was almost penetrated, and his eyes widened. Harmless? Healing type?
He faintly uttered a sentence, "I'm so stupid, really." I actually believed Ye Qiao's lies.