At this point in the fight, there is no doubt that both sides have shown real fire. Neither Yang Ye nor the knife-wielding cultivator is conserving their own strength.
After the madness appeared, Yang Ye suddenly disappeared from where he was.
In a blink of an eye.
boom!
As a blood-red sword light flashed across the field, the sword-wielding cultivator was sent flying thousands of feet away!
Thousands of feet away, the knife-wielding cultivator hit the ground. As soon as he hit the ground, his whole body cracked open, and countless blood spattered from his body, which was extremely horrifying.
The knife-wielding cultivator raised his head and looked at Yang Ye who had gone crazy in the distance. In his eyes, there was ferocity and hostility.
The knife-wielding cultivator ignored the serious injuries on his body and kicked his right foot violently. His whole body turned into a sword energy and shot towards Yang Ye.
boom!
As soon as he arrived in front of Yang Ye, the knife-wielding cultivator flew back again.
This time, the physical body of the knife-wielding cultivator exploded, leaving only the soul body!
However, the sword-wielding cultivator did not run away like the strong men in the past. Instead, he held his hands in vain and condensed an illusory and transparent long sword.
The sword-wielding Dao Xiu stared at Yang Ye, and the power of countless souls gathered towards the sword in his hands.
Among the dead warriors of the Desolate Clan, there are only those who die in battle and no one who escapes!
Gradually, a little flame suddenly appeared in the soul body of the knife-wielding cultivator!
Burn the soul!
Obviously, this sword-wielding cultivator wants to burn his soul in exchange for his strongest blow!
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the field, "Back off."
As the voice fell, a white light directly penetrated into the soul of the knife-wielding cultivator. In an instant, the flames around the knife-wielding cultivator disappeared. The knife-wielding cultivator did not take action. He knelt down on one knee facing the sky.
He bowed, then turned and left.
However, at this moment, Yang Ye has entered a state of madness, and now he doesn't understand what it means to stop.
Yang Ye tapped his right foot lightly, and the whole person soared into the sky like a soaring roc. In his hand, the sword ancestor brought up blood-red afterimages from the ground across the air, alluring and bloody!
Just when Yang Ye was about to draw his sword, a middle-aged man in a Chinese robe suddenly appeared in front of Yang Ye. The middle-aged man looked at Yang Ye with a playful smile on his lips, "It's interesting!
"
Yang Ye didn't care who the person in front of him was and slashed him with his sword.
laugh!
This sword directly split open the reinforced space in the field.
After falling into madness, Yang Ye's overall strength improved a lot, especially in swordsmanship. In fact, in the secular world, if a person falls into madness when doing something, no matter what it is, it will be very terrifying.
However, this sword that could easily tear apart the space was caught between two fingers!
Middle-aged man’s fingers!
The sword in Yang Ye's hand was shaking violently, but soon, the sword calmed down. However, no matter how hard Yang Ye tried, the sword could not move at all!
Yang Ye simply let go of his sword and punched him in front of him.
This punch went straight to the middle-aged man’s face!
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, took the Sword Ancestor from Yang Ye's hand, and then slapped Yang Ye's fist with the back of the sword.
boom!
With this shot, Yang Ye flew backwards, flying nearly ten thousand feet!
Yang Ye fell to the ground, but he was not injured, not at all! However, a large space behind him mysteriously turned into darkness.
This space has been shattered and annihilated!
At this time, the middle-aged man's hand shook slightly, and the long sword in his hand fell directly in front of Yang Ye.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Continue!"
Yang Ye, who had fallen into madness, picked up the Sword Ancestor, but instead of looking for the middle-aged man, he trembled and rushed towards the deadpool who was still fighting fiercely with Huang Ying on the other side!
Although Yang Ye is crazy, he can still feel whether he can beat him or not.
If you can't fight, run away!
Is this embarrassing? Maybe it is, but it is better than losing your life!
Seeing Yang Ye like this, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned. Soon, he shook his head and smiled, "This can't be done!" When the voice fell, the other person had already appeared in front of Yang Ye, and then pointed at Yang Ye.
A very ordinary finger!
At this time, Yang Ye's sword came out. However, the sword in his hand had been replaced by Zhu!
Five pieces of sword domain!
When Yang Ye's fifth sword fell, a flash of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he did not retract his finger.
boom!
The middle-aged man took a few steps back, but Yang Ye himself was already thousands of feet away. As before, he was still uninjured!
In the air, the middle-aged man looked at his fingers. There was a streak of blood on his fingers. That was left by Zhu!
The middle-aged man chuckled, "It is indeed the best sword in the Eternal Kingdom. It can even break through my physical body."
At this time, Yang Ye suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged man. The next moment, Yang Ye held a sword in both hands and slashed wildly at the middle-aged man.
Crazy swordsmanship!
Each of Yang Ye's swords landed in the same position. In one breath, he swung out no less than a hundred swords, but all of them were blocked by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man only took a step back.
However, Yang Ye did not stop, but continued to slash wildly, as if venting his anger. The middle-aged man could only block the attack and could not fight back. After this, which lasted for nearly an hour, Yang Ye was exhausted.
However, he is still hacking!
In this hour, there are nearly a hundred swords struck in one breath. How many swords must be struck in one hour?
During this hour, the middle-aged man never fought back and allowed Yang Ye to attack him like this.
Half an hour later, Yang Ye stopped. He lay on the ground, breathing heavily. At this moment, the madness in his body had disappeared. Now he has returned to normal!
On the ground, Yang Ye had his eyes closed. Now he was truly exhausted.
However, it was also full of joy, real joy. Because he had never fought like this before. In the past, the enemies he encountered were basically solved with one or two swords. But now, this middle-aged man can only defend himself.
The attack allowed him to release himself to his heart's content. He had not experienced this kind of release for a long, long time.
At this time, A Leng and Huang Ying on one side both stopped. It wasn't them who stopped, but their opponents who stopped.
The three dead servants of the Desolate Clan stood quietly behind the middle-aged man.
Huang Ying glanced at the middle-aged man, hesitated, and then asked, "Your Excellency, are you the Master of Cang?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Huang Ying and said with a smile: "Among these young masters, although you are not the best, you are still pretty good."
Seeing the middle-aged man admit it, Huang Ying's expression suddenly became serious.
Lord Cang!
This is a person from the same era as Emperor Huang! The dead servants of the entire Huang clan are trained and managed by this Blue Master. It can be said that this Blue Master is the leader of these dead servants! And the Blue Master’s identity is also extremely special.
It can be said that in the Desolate Clan, he only obeys orders from the Desolate Emperor. Even His Highness the Desolate Clan has no right to make him obey orders. Of course, although he has no right to mobilize the Cang Lord, His Highness the Desolate Clan can.
The Deadpool of the Wild Clan!
Huang Ying smiled bitterly, "If Master Cang takes action, then I, Huang Ying, will have no choice but to admit defeat!"
As he said, if the person in front of him sides with the Deadpool of the Desolate Clan and is not on his side, then he will have no choice but to admit defeat. Unless the Desolate Emperor or another person from the Desolate Clan stands on his side,
Otherwise, he has no chance of winning!
In the air, the Cang Lord shook his head, "I don't want to get involved in these things of yours. The reason why these brothers of mine came out is to see the strength of the three of you. To put it simply, this is a test. I, the Desolate Clan, only
Respect the strong. Under normal circumstances, these two friends of yours who entered the territory without the permission of the Desolate tribe should be damned. However, since they were brought by you, they can be lenient. However, necessary tests are still required.
some."
Speaking of this, he glanced at A Leng and Yang Ye, "Welcome to the wilderness, you two."
Ah Leng nodded slightly and said nothing.
But Yang Ye was still lying down.
The Lord Cang glanced at Yang Ye and said with a smile: "The fight between you and me, the Deadpool of the Desolate Clan, was a fair fight, and you didn't use any foreign objects. It can be said that you won. But, I took action.
For you, it's not fair. I thought about it and decided to make up for it, so I have been your sparring partner for an hour and a half. I think you will gain something. See you later!"
As he said that, he looked at Huang Ying and said, "His Royal Highness, you are not that easy to do. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the three of you to pass the next level."
Huang Ying smiled bitterly, "Having come this far, is it possible that we still have to give up?"
Cang Zhu smiled and said: "His Royal Highness is not a right, but a responsibility. He shoulders the responsibility for the future of our Desolate clan. Therefore, it is impossible for ordinary people to become His Highness. Do you understand what I mean?"
Huang Ying shook his head, "I don't really understand!"
Cangzhu laughed, "Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I wish you good luck!"
After saying that, the Blue Master and the dead servant of the Desolate race behind him disappeared directly.
On the spot, Huang Ying was silent for a moment, and then came to Yang Ye's side, "Brother Yang, are you okay?"
Yang Ye opened his eyes, glanced at A Leng and Huang Ying, and shook his head slightly.
The Cang Lord only defended but did not defend. Therefore, apart from being exhausted, he did not suffer any injuries. And the injuries he suffered in the battle with the sword-wielding swordsman had already been repaired by the Hongmeng purple energy.
.
Huang Ying nodded, "Let's take a rest for now!"
Yang Ye slowly closed his eyes, and then entered the Hongmeng Tower.
In Hongmeng Tower, Yang Ye came to the training room.
absorb!
In that battle just now, he felt too much.
The power of blood!
He vaguely understands the so-called power of blood!
Outside Hongmeng Tower, An Nanjing appeared at Yang Ye's original location.
An Nanjing held a long gun and had an expressionless face.
After Yang Ye entered Hongmeng Tower, it was still a bit dangerous. At this time, if someone attacked the space where he was, he would probably be caught off guard.