Above the silent wilderness, the cold wind howled by.
The dark night shrouded the earth like an invisible prison, and the boundless depressive atmosphere made people breathless.
Ye Yinfeng held the jade sword in his hand, facing the awe-inspiring cold wind. Although his proud body was not stalwart, it could be said to be upright and elegant.
Opposite him was a man dressed in black with a ferocious mask on his face. This man was none other than Yin Yi, one of the twelve remaining ghosts of the Jiuyou Sect. This man's aura was thick and deep, and there was no aura fluctuation in his body.
, it can be seen that this person's internal strength cultivation has reached the state of returning to nature, at least near the heaven state.
Behind him stood a similarly dressed man in black. This man's whole body exuded a strange aura, filled with the smell of a rotting corpse. He did not hide the disgusting aura on his body,
A pair of eyes like will-o'-the-wisps shone green in the dark night.
Behind Ye Yinfeng is Nangong Xianchen, who is dressed in flowing blue clothes. His figure is like a celestial being, and his intoxicating and peerless face reveals a slight smile. His reddish cheeks have a charming halo, as if he is shy, but also
Or like the red color of happiness.
The charming light flowing in her beautiful eyes revealed an unabashed concern for the young man standing proudly in front of her. Her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat due to nervousness.
A pair of slender hands tightly grasped Qing Ling wrapped around her waist, and she was ready to rescue at any time.
Ye Yinfeng pointed at Yinyan with the tip of his sword, and said in a deep voice: "I am grateful to senior Yinyan for being so kind to me, and I have given you the opportunity to compete in the next three moves. I will live or die within three moves, please."
"Okay, you are brave enough. It would be great if you were my tutor. It's just a pity. Please."
The two sides had said hello, but they didn't make any move at the same time. They kept staring at each other silently. There was no distinction between superior and inferior in the eyes of both sides. Since Ye Yinfeng said that life and death were decided, then Yin
Yi also paid attention to this young man. To be able to say such grand words, in addition to his extraordinary courage, he must also have some extraordinary secret martial arts skills, otherwise no one would make fun of his own life.
of.
The gazes of both parties began to focus on each other. Suddenly, the cold wind picked up and rushed towards the two people who were looking at each other from a distance like a stormy sea.
A strong wind swept through, and the two people standing looking at each other suddenly disappeared from the place where they were. The other people who were watching the battle were even more shocked. They were worried about their own people, and also felt the elusive appearance of the enemy people.
Secretly surprised.
Ye Yinfeng put away the Panyu Sword when the strong wind started. He didn't want to expose his trump card prematurely.
When the wind blew up, he followed the wind and followed the seven-star footwork. He shot towards Yinyi like a long arrow that could tear apart the ink-like night, and there was a force as powerful as a rainbow in the wind. There was no trace of the figure.
When he arrived in front of Na Yinyi, he stretched out his palms and sent out a breath like a huge wave roaring in the sky, rushing towards the opponent.
However, Yinyan seemed to have expected this move from the opponent, and his body was floating like a ghost, rising and falling like a leaf of duckweed with the opponent's attack energy.
One launched an attack with a rainbow-like momentum, while the other attacked like fallen leaves floating in the wind. This was just a test, and the two had a new conclusion on each other's strength. Although this was still the first move, this was the second one.
One move is never finished.
The blue-shirted figure with an aura like a violent storm waved his palms, and the palms were filled with a faint purple-green aura. But his opponent's figure changed like a ghost, and the black figure melted into the ink-like air.
In the night, extremely strange figures appeared and disappeared into the night.
Whenever this black figure appears, there will be an aura that makes people feel even more inexplicably dizzy. The aura can't help but cause heart palpitations. This aura does not have any smell, as if
It is like a life-threatening ghost condensed under the night.
Ye Yinfeng is no longer the Ye Yinfeng of yesterday. As soon as he circulated the Taiqing Qi, the dizzy feeling was immediately dissipated without a trace like the Taiqing Qi destroying everything.
Yin Yi's palms were constantly changing various palm movements, striking at the vital points of the opponent's body. At the same time, his lifelong special energy was condensed in the palms. An ordinary warrior would immediately fall to the ground and bleed from his orifices as soon as he touched it, and finally he would collapse.
It was a puddle of black water. But the young man in front of him was completely fine. Although his cultivation was far worse than his own, this young man's internal strength was so profound that it should not be underestimated.
The solemn gazes of both sides intertwined again, and the black shadow couldn't help but flicker, while the blue shadow also took strange steps, and purple-green palms appeared from the palms of its hands as it moved toward the black shadow.
As the four palms kept fluttering and flying, the purple-green aura and the black aura formed two insurmountable energies, sometimes weaving and sometimes flowing around.
"The first move, the ghost cry in the forest." Yinyi suddenly felt a surge of energy all over his body, and the endless ghost cry burst out from his palms.
For a moment, Ye Yinfeng felt as if he was trapped in countless ghosts. Those ghosts turned into life-threatening skeletons and rushed towards him with ferocious eyes.
The ghostly aura was endless, and the terrifying aura like a ghost prison spread everywhere. The black aura turned into a Shura Yaksha, and stabbed at him with fierce wind.
The cold light of Shura Yaksha flashes, and the ferocious ghosts and skeletons roar towards us, just like the hell forest palace in the Nine Netherworld.
Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng took a deep breath and looked at these Yama ghosts that were rushing towards him with a calm expression, and his palms did not stop moving.
I saw his palms intertwined, the purple-green aura getting thicker and thicker, and a heaven-destroying aura suddenly taking shape in his palms.
Just as the calcium carbide fire flashed, Ye Yinfeng pushed with both palms, and the purple-green air turned into a dragon out of the sea and hit the forest ghost that was turned into a black breath.
A loud "bang" sound resounded like a thunder in this lonely wilderness,
The surrounding aura was chaotic. The dead trees swept by the strong aura were immediately broken at the waist. The long-rotted dead branches were swept by the strong wind and turned into bursts of powder. They were immediately dispersed by the cold wind.
After the loud noise and the flying sand and rocks on the ground, two figures gradually appeared.
"Ren, rub, rub." Ye Yinfeng felt that the immense energy was rushing towards him. Although the palm energy he sent out resisted the attack from Yin Yi, his internal strength was still weak.
Because he was still a little inferior, he was still hit by the opponent's strength and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
There was a surge of blood in his chest, and a mouthful of hot blood rushed straight to his throat. He suppressed it forcefully, and his solemn eyes carried a hint of awe-inspiring determination. Ye Yinfeng stabilized his shaking body, and the sharp light in his eyes once again
It lit up and burned like a fire, and the raging fighting spirit began to spread throughout his body.
He needed a hard battle across the border to temper himself, and this battle happened to be his first battle in the Sanqing realm.
Although it was still a cross-border challenge, the burning fighting spirit in Ye Yinfeng's heart gradually became stronger, and the churning blood energy made the blood all over his body boil.
The black figure in front stood calmly and calmly, with a pair of ghostly eyes like two ghosts lurking in a dark forest.
Yinyi smiled solemnly and said: "Yes, you can block my first move. It seems that you have the qualifications to continue the competition between us. Next, I will use 80% of my skills. You have to be careful."
"Niao Xian, go ahead and take action." Ye Yinfeng suppressed the rising blood energy and shouted in a deep voice without giving the other party any face.
When Na Yinyi heard this, the gleam in his eyes became more and more dense. This arrogant young man did not give him any face, and spoke so rudely, which made him angry suddenly. The killing in his heart became more and more uncontrollable, and he almost lost his temper.
To burst out.
"Okay, very good. I hope you can take my second move. No matter how arrogant you are, it won't be too late."
Yinyi did not vent his anger, but spoke in an extremely calm tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure turned into countless ghosts and shrouded Ye Yinfeng. Suddenly, the world was surrounded by the shaking shadows of these ghosts, and the terrifying aura swept towards Ye Yinfeng like a violent storm.
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Ye Yinfeng, who was standing quietly, looked at each other. Each figure had the same aura as that Yinyan. For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was the real body of Yinyan. The other person changed so fast that it was so fast that he was dazzled.
chaos.
A golden brilliance soaring into the sky suddenly emerged from Ye Yinfeng's hand. He had already shown the Panyu Sword that Nangong Xianchen lent him. If he didn't show this sword at this time, he would soon fall into the opponent's trap.
Among the countless ghosts, if you are not careful, the opponent will take advantage of you.
The faint golden brilliance was like the twinkling stars in the dark night, illuminating Ye Yinfeng's eyes.
He stood with his sword in hand, like a proud green pine tree that would never fall in the cold wind, with a steady figure and sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.
Suddenly, a burst of energy shot through the air with a heart-stopping aura like a ghost crying, and shot straight towards his vest. He immediately sensed the approaching crisis, and the soft sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand turned into a blossoming golden sword.
The flower swept away behind him, golden light mixed with cyan halo, and a thunderous momentum exploded behind him.
"Zheng!" There was a sound of metal clashing. Ye Yinfeng danced the soft sword in his hand, using the seven-star footwork under his feet, constantly changing his posture. He had already turned around and faced Yin Yi who was attacking.
I saw a long black sword in Yinyi's hand, and his whole body was completely dark, just like the dark night. The long black sword was slightly longer than the soft sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand.
However, the sword body is even narrower. The narrow sword body and the slightly longer sword body appear to be somewhat inharmonious, which makes people feel that it looks particularly weird.
As soon as the blow missed, Yin Yi immediately changed his figure, and the long black sword in his hand danced again, but it was difficult to see the trajectory of the sword swing. The long black sword flicked left and right, light and heavy, and Yin Yi used
His swordsmanship is even more weird, and his sinister aura makes howling sounds like an innocent soul.
Infinitely terrifying ghost energy burst out from this dark long sword, making people feel as if they were trapped in countless wronged souls. The evil ghosts with bared teeth and claws swept towards Ye Yinfeng with their long scarlet tongues.
As soon as the golden light of the soft sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand comes into contact with the endless ghostly aura, it is like a spark of fire swaying in the biting cold wind, and may be overwhelmed by the endless ghostly aura at any time.
"Be careful, this is the Jiuyou Sect's holy sword 'Devil Crying Pluto Sword'." Seeing the dark long sword that Yinyi took out, Nangong Xianchen immediately reminded her. After reminding her, she was also secretly anxious.
Although she recognized the sword, so far, she didn't know what the sword's weakness was, or whether Ye Yinfeng could withstand the attack of the evil sword.
Hearing such a weird sword name, Ye Yinfeng was also secretly surprised. He felt that it was gradually becoming difficult to swing the Panyu Sword in his hand, but he didn't know why. As for this sword, he had never heard of it.
The dark long sword was like a creepy ghost thorn in the vast night, with a few points of black light shooting straight at Ye Yinfeng's major vitals.
But the golden brilliance in Ye Yinfeng's hand was getting darker and darker, and he kept waving the sword to resist the black sword that was coming with cold light.
There was another harsh sound of metal interlacing, and the second move of the two had entered the incandescent stage, and no one had the upper hand.
The situation became unfavorable for Ye Yinfeng, because he felt that this weird "Devil Crying Pluto Sword" could constantly absorb the brilliance of the jade sword in his hand. Every time the sword blades crossed, the brilliance of the jade sword in his hand would disappear.
One point less. This sword was lent to him by Nangong Xianchen
Yes, he couldn't tolerate any loss of the jade sword in his hand, so that he was somewhat afraid of using it, and he didn't dare to use it with all his strength, let alone collide with the opponent's dark long sword.
For a moment, the two were in a stalemate, and the endless ghost energy filled the field. The soft sword that emitted golden light couldn't help but avoid the collision with the dark long sword. Ye Yinfeng relied on his exquisite seven-star footwork every time.
He managed to avoid the opponent's attacks every time. As time went by, it did no good to Ye Yinfeng. On the contrary, he was gradually losing ground.
"Second move, five ghosts kill gods." Seeing that it was difficult to win after a long battle, Yinyi shouted loudly and slashed with the dark long sword. Suddenly, the howling cold wind seemed to freeze, and the terrifying ghostly aura was everywhere.
It surged out like a tidal wave.
Demon, demon, demon, elf, mandrill, the five ghosts wrapped around countless lonely ghosts and let out endless horrified and long groans, and came towards Ye Yinfeng with a bloody look.
These are the zhenqi input by Yinyi, which are transformed into bursts of god-killing aura through the dark long sword, sweeping out the endless darkness like an overwhelming force.
Ye Yinfeng looked horrified. He had never seen such swordsmanship before. For a moment, he felt as if his body was imprisoned and he could not move at all.
The endless ghostly aura and bloody evil aura rolled in from all around, and Ye Yinfeng watched helplessly as five giant ghosts with ferocious faces rolled up countless little ghosts and rushed towards him.
But he couldn't move his whole body. For a moment, the Panyu Sword that glowed with golden light was stuck in mid-air by him.