As for Ye Lianxing, she is worthy of being a disciple of Xuan Zhenzi. Although her cultivation is not as good as Ye Chen, a cheater, she has a good master and many magic weapons.
The ice-attribute fairy sword in her hand was at least level five, no worse than his ancient pine pattern sword, and the handkerchief was probably no worse than his fire dragon gourd. In addition, she took out two more items that were at least level six.
The magic weapon, a piece of defense, is a blue bead as big as the mouth of a bowl hanging above the head, with a trace of blue light hanging down. Several of the four murderers came under siege, and neither evil magic nor flying swords could break it.
The other item was a pair of white jade scissors carved with phoenixes. Two white jade phoenixes were intertwined. She stretched out her hand and threw the scissors, and the jade scissors flew out and quickly grew in size. In a flash of light, they turned into two white phoenixes passing by one to the left and one to the right.
The demon cultivator was cut into two pieces with his flying sword, without the slightest resistance.
After cutting three demon cultivators to death in one breath, Xuan Wuzi finally couldn't stand anymore and rushed out of the crypt, shouting loudly:
"stop!"
Xuan Wuzi appeared, and Ye Chen immediately sensed the unique aura of the descendant. He looked up and saw a handsome young man standing in the air with his hands behind his back.
If we look at it from the surface, Xuan Wuzi doesn't look like a vicious person at all, but people can't look at the surface. He is like a kind-hearted monk holding a bone flag to attract ghosts. If he didn't hold the bone flag, who would know that he is a monster?
The man in the door.
Xuan Wuzi glanced at the four descendants, and when he landed on Ye Lianxing, he showed a hint of surprise. He was also surprised when he saw Ye Chen, then he glanced at Monk Kusheng and Master Qingyun, and said in a deep voice:
"We are all the same kind of people, so why bother killing each other? You take your sunshine path, and I cross my single-plank bridge. The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river."
At this point he paused for a moment before continuing:
"I swear, as long as you let me go, no matter where you are in the future, as long as you appear, I will stay away."
The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and Ye Chen said:
"If someone else said this, I would have to say it because we are all the same kind of people, but you are different. What you are going to do now will have a great impact. Once the fire poison in the earth and lungs breaks out, all life in the surrounding area will be devastated. I don't know.
It’s just here, now that you’ve seen it, how can you ignore it!”
Xuan Wuzi's eyebrows were gloomy and he asked:
"Who are you?"
Ye Chen cupped his hands:
"Ye Chen, a disciple of Emei, is a disciple of Immortal Tong Yuanqi of Luofu!"
"It's an Emei disciple again."
There was a hint of envy in Xuan Wuzi's eyes, but also a hint of resentment. He shook his head and said:
"That's wrong. I also want to have a trump card when doing this. As long as people don't offend me, I will never offend anyone. And I can swear that I will only stay in this three-acre area of Yangzhou in the future and will never involve evil spirits.
The battle.”
His words and expressions were all sincere, but they didn't believe it, they just couldn't believe it. They were not three-year-old children, so how could they easily believe the words of a demon who killed his master and rebelled against his family, even if he was a descendant.
Ye Chen shook his head and said:
"If you give up what you are doing now, we will believe you, otherwise we will see the truth on our hands."
Xuan Wuzi's face changed, changing back and forth, and soon became cold, and his tone was also sinister:
"Because you are disciples of Emei, I only say good things. If you are bent on seeking death, then I will help you!"
After saying this, his aura suddenly rose into the sky, and a gray-white air column shot up several feet from his head. A white bone bead rolled on the top of the air column, exuding a gloomy and cold aura.
"Bone relics!"
Monk Kusheng lowered his eyes, and a murderous aura surged from his body. His clasped hands lit up with a faint golden light. His lips moved slightly, and a little golden light flew out of his mouth. If he looked carefully, he saw that they were tiny golden Sanskrit characters.
, turned into wisps of smoke and floated up, converging into a ball of golden light above his head.
Seeing this, Xuan Wuzi snorted coldly, raised his hand to grab it, and the void suddenly sank. The infinite black energy in the sky gathered and turned into a big gray-white vitality hand the size of an acre, which was aimed at Monk Kusheng and slapped him hard.
Ye Chen reacted quickly. With a thought, more than a dozen fire dragons flew out to meet him and clapped his hands.
"Bang bang bang..."
With a series of explosions, the fire dragons were crushed and exploded, turning into a large ball of flames wrapped around the gray-black hand and pressed down, like a flaming hand of burning flames.
The bone relic is a seventh-level high-level magic treasure. It is made from the golden body of a Buddhist monk using magic spells. It contains all the magic power of the Buddhist monk and is extremely powerful.
The seventh-level magic weapon has entered the category of high-level magic weapons. Compared with the sixth-level magic weapon, its power has undergone a qualitative change. It can be said that the power gap is no less than ten times, so Ye Chen's dozens of fire dragons directly crushed and destroyed it.
However, although he was no match for the enemy, after all, he was blocked for a while. Monk Kusheng was prepared. His eyes suddenly opened, and countless Sanskrit words gathered into a huge golden palm that rose into the sky and hit the big flaming hand, with a 'boom'
There was a loud noise, the wind roared, and a circle of hot air waves spread crazily in all directions, reaching a hundred meters away.
Xuan Wuzi's palm was astonishingly powerful with the help of the power of the seventh-level white bone relic, but after all, it was just a casual palm. However, Monk Kusheng's accumulated power was not bad, and the two palms were destroyed at the same time.
The two sides were talking about fighting, and Ye Chen reacted the fastest. He put away the gourd and raised his pine-patterned ancient sword, "swish, swish, swish", which was three consecutive sword cuts. However, even Xuan Wuzi's protective aura couldn't be broken, but he didn't do anything.
Discouraged, he moved quickly, slashing down sword beams one after another.
Ye Lianxing used the jade phoenix scissors, and the two white phoenixes with their tails intertwined flew towards Xuan Wuzi, but they were blocked by a black flying sword that appeared out of thin air in Xuan Wuzi's hand. The two phoenixes crossed and passed by, dazzling.
Black light exploded.
The two phoenixes returned in vain, and the black flying sword also fell into Xuan Wuzi's hand with dim light. He sprayed out a mouthful of pure mana, and the flying sword's spiritual light lit up again. As he stretched out his finger, it turned into a black light and disappeared.
But it was slashing straight towards Ye Chen.
"Shuai Bi must die!"
This was the true art of sword control. The sharp sword light was more than ten meters away, and Ye Chen could feel the killing intent coming towards his face. The sharp sword light stung his skin, making him feel a faint pain, as if he was about to be cut open.
Taking a deep breath, he grasped the hilt of the Songwen sword with his right hand, and all the energy in his body penetrated into the flying sword. A layer of crystal light appeared on the sharp blade, and he slowly pointed forward and stabbed down.
"bite!"
When the aura-filled sword tip of the Songwen Ancient Sword collided with the looming sword light of Xuan Wuzi's black flying sword, everyone above the entrance of the cave suddenly felt a stinging pain in their eardrums, and at that moment they were deafened by it.
No sound could be heard, as if they had lost their hearing at this moment.
As a person involved, Ye Chen felt an unprecedented terrifying power coming from the Songwen Ancient Sword. Holding the hilt of the sword, he could feel the trembling from the sword body. It was Xuan Wuzi's absolute magical power against Song.
