Chapter five hundred and fiftieth chapters white lotus beheaded
There was a strong killing intent in Ye Yinfeng's eyes, and the sharp light was flowing in his eyes. This was the first time that he had murderous intent towards the boy in white. Regardless of the boy in white
What is Yan Longxing's identity, but he hurt Nangong Xianchen, which has already touched his bottom line. He knows that with the murderous intention in his heart, he and Yan Longxing have already started a contest. The reason why he doesn't suck is because
Nangong Xianchen, and those who are secretly competing for my fate, sooner or later there will be a difference between life and death, not victory or defeat.
Looking at the slender young man in front of him, the childish greenness has disappeared from the soft face, replaced by a strong and unyielding look. And the determination in his eyes
The awe-inspiring killing intent made Nangong Xianchen's heart tremble. Ye Yinfeng could already stand in front of her and began to have the ability to protect her from the wind and rain, and his undoubted and firm look was also unmistakable.
Don't hide it.
"No matter what, I will get this justice back for you. Yan Longxing can no longer touch you in the slightest, and I will make him pay a heavy price." Ye Yinfeng said categorically to Nangong Xianchen, with a loud voice.
There was a strong fighting spirit in his decisive tone. No matter how advanced Yan Longxing's cultivation was, he would make Yan Longxing pay a heavy price, because Nangong Xianchen was the only goddess in his heart and could not be blasphemed by others.
The woman in the palace skirt saw the intense coldness in Ye Yinfeng's eyes, and she couldn't help but tremble in her heart. This seemingly weak young man gave her the same terrifying feeling. At the same time, he had
The powerful aura flowing out came rolling in, making her feel a sense of oppression in her heart. She knew that the subtle changes in this young man were precisely due to the awe-inspiring coldness of the fairy-like woman in green clothes.
The breath condensed the gentle face into a cold and tough one.
Ye Yinfeng looked at the women in white with cold eyes. The iron sword in his hand raised a series of crisp sword chants. His slender body straightened slightly. He stepped forward and stood in front of Nangong Xianchen.
In front of him. At this time, Ye Yinfeng was like a peerless sword unsheathed, and the cold sword intent rushed out like killing the sky. At this time, no matter who wanted to stop Nangong Xianchen from leaving him, he would definitely raise his sword.
He picked up the iron sword in his hand and swung it down without hesitation.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa", there was a flash of sword light. Seeing this, the women in white raised their long swords one after another, pointing at Ye Yinfeng and Nangong Xianchen. Their faces were filled with frost and snow.
Their apricot eyebrows stood upright, their cold anger was unconcealed, and a gleam-like luster shot out from their eyes, falling on the young man in blue who stood in front of the woman in green.
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"Since you want to leave, then show your true ability. My White Lotus Sect's pure altar is not one where you can come and leave whenever you want." The woman in the palace dress flashed her cold eyes, her fair face
It was immediately like a layer of frost. The long sword in her hand stirred up a layer of ripples, rippling in the valley.
"Scout", as soon as the woman in the palace skirt finished speaking, the women in white let out a loud shout, and the long swords in their hands rolled up a bunch of bright sword flowers and enveloped Ye Yinfeng's body.
.A look of awe formed in the sinister and frosty expressions. They turned around and walked as fast as the wind. The sword flowers fell on Ye Yinfeng's vital parts in an instant.
Ye Yinfeng frowned coldly, and made a slight mistake at his feet. A blue figure swam away from under the sword flowers. When the sword flowers fell, they fell into the air. Only
An afterimage slowly disappeared. A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the women in white, and then they turned around again, with a biting chill coming from their swords. The sword flower changed and turned into a dense sword net.
, falling towards Ye Yinfeng again.
"Zheng", the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand let out a sword cry. With a flick of his wrist, the iron sword suddenly turned into a sword shadow that swept across thousands of armies and collided with the several long swords.
The sound of metal chiming sounded, and a blue shadow once again flowed away, and the ghost-like figure rolled up the afterimages and wandered among the women in white.
The women felt their eyes blurred, and then the long swords in their hands sank. The dense sword net was broken, and only the several long swords were trembling. They were shocked to find that the blue shadow
He had returned to the position he had just stood in, still standing in front of the woman in green.
At this time, Ye Yinfeng stood with his mind as quiet as the wind and the clouds. Under the sword-shaped eyebrows that flew into his temples was a pair of eyes that were as bright as a birthday. But the corners of his mouth were slightly twisted.
As it rose, a bit of coldness arose spontaneously, and the iron sword in his hand was making bursts of victorious groaning sounds.
Ye Yinfeng only used one move to break the offensive of the group of women in white, and the white lotuses scattered everywhere showed their wilting appearance. The martial arts level of these women in white had not broken through to the innate state, although their number was
They had the upper hand, but after all, their cultivation was not deep and they didn't even touch the corners of Ye Yinfeng's clothes.
In fact, Ye Yinfeng used several sword techniques to achieve his breakthrough in one go, including Mu Yu's Qiuse sword, and Xia Lie's sword that rolled like thunder, plus his magical footwork.
The woman in white is still his opponent. If it were in the past, Ye Yinfeng would not have been able to break through the sword net set up by these women in white so easily. After all, strength has determined everything, and Ye Yinfeng is no longer the person he was back then.
That Ye Yinfeng was angry.
When the women in white saw this, they hid the horror in their eyes. They glanced at the woman in the palace dress, and then just nodded slightly. Then, the women in white looked at each other, and from then on, they looked at each other.
There was a solemn look in their eyes, which should be said to be a solemn look.
I saw them holding the long swords in their hands horizontally across their chests, and their originally white faces slowly turned crimson. They lined up in a row, and the crimson color on their faces became increasingly red.
Nong, at the same time, there was a powerful aura flowing around them that was not in line with their cultivation.
Ye Yinfeng looked at him coldly. No matter what, the martial arts of these women in white were so weak that they would not be able to defeat them even if they took any elixir. However, slowly, he suddenly heard something from this group of people.
The woman's body was flowing with an increasingly stronger aura, almost surpassing the innate realm. A fatal crisis suddenly surged from his heart, making him look solemn.
"Drink", a spring thunder-like shout sounded, and the women in white raised their long swords. The long swords pointed directly at the sky, tearing through the night that was about to shroud, and there were dazzling rays of light.
The long swords suddenly took shape. The long swords in the hands of the women in white stirred up a series of sword sounds. The crimson color on their faces finally reached a limit, and a strange light flowed in their eyes.
, looking towards Ye Yinfeng.
Seeing such a situation, Nangong Xianchen's face couldn't help but condense. "Ji Huan, Meng Sheng, White Lotus Wrath Kills the World" came out of her mouth, and there was a little fear in her eyes.
In other words, she had obviously seen the moves of the women in white.
Ye Yinfeng looked at the sword lights rising into the sky, and a look of perseverance rose from the corner of his mouth. If he could not block the sword moves of these women in white who had not even reached the innate realm,
So what qualifications does he have to fight Yan Longxing, what qualifications does he have to seek justice for Nangong Xianchen, and what will he do to protect his beloved in the days to come.
The sword light soared into the sky, and soon the sword light that pierced the sky condensed together again. A violent aura surged out from the sword light, and the changing sword light intertwined with each other.
Then, finally, at the end of the dusk, a few white and holy lotuses appeared. A powerful coercion surged down towards Ye Yinfeng, and there were bursts of exploding breath.
, spinning violently.
"Hiss", this was the first time Ye Yinfeng saw such a strange sword move. A strong crisis surged out of his heart, and then he raised the edgeless iron in his hand, a fierce and majestic wave
An aura like that filled the air from the iron sword. He quickly transported the pure Qi, frantically extracted the Qi from his Dantian and poured it towards the iron sword.
When his sword pointed at the several holy white lotuses exuding majestic aura, when the true energy in his body surged towards the iron sword like a rushing river, a huge sense of oppression came from his heart.
Standing up suddenly, he saw the white lotuses transformed into sword energy and shrouding his head.
"Buzz", the rapidly turning white lotus slowly pressed down, and when it reached the iron sword pointing directly at the sky, it made a harsh "sizzling" sound. The iron sword swayed with majestic aura.
There was a harsh groan, and the iron sword was trembling slightly as if it was being pressed down by thousands of mountains.
"Boom" a white lotus shattered under the sharp stab of the iron sword. The broken white lotus turned into a force that stirred up all directions, and shot wildly in all directions. At this time, with a sudden
As the white lotus shattered, several more white lotuses followed the trend, crushing down toward the simple iron sword like the force of a mountain.
Ye Yinfeng felt that the iron sword in his hand had become extremely heavy, and the white lotus crushing down was heavier than the mountains. He only felt that his right hand that raised the sword could no longer support it, and then his eyes were fierce
A light flashed across his body, and he stretched out his left hand and held the iron sword tightly with his right hand. And the true energy in his body rushed towards the iron sword like a river. He only felt that he
The feet are slowly sinking.
With a "boom", another white lotus burst into pieces, but the remaining white lotus fell rapidly. The long sword raised high stirred up the dazzling sword light, and the eyes of the women in white showed traces of light.
In the cold light, they held the long swords in their hands tightly. With the same movement, several long swords were slightly pressed down. As the height of their pressing down became lower and lower, the sword energy turned into
The white lotus became lower and lower. The broken white lotus turned into a burst of energy, and the remaining white lotus became bigger and more powerful.
Ye Yinfeng's feet had already begun to sink into the ground, and a thin layer of sweat began to appear on his forehead. His eyes showed an unyielding sparkle. His upright body was as simple as
The Wuhua-like iron sword was also trembling slightly. The crazy Qi in his body set off huge waves, and the gushing Qi set off layers of wild sand around him, turning this quiet place
The deep valley spreads out.
Nangong Xianchen's eyes showed worry. She already knew this sword move, but she was seriously injured and could no longer help. All this could only be done by Ye Yinfeng himself, who was a master of several inner strength realms.
The true energy gathered by the woman in white surged into the long sword. After a strange formation, the powerful white lotus was formed. This white lotus has the power to kill the world and purify the dust.
Let everything in front of it turn into powder.
The woman in the palace skirt looked at Ye Yinfeng, whose legs began to sink into the ground, with a cold smile in her eyes. There was a look of confidence on her delicate face, and she did not
I don’t believe that that young man can defeat the combined strength of dozens of pure yin people.