Chapter seven hundred and thirty-seven on the dark night
Soon, Iga Erlang felt a chill coming over him, and a strong crisis rose from the bottom of his heart. He felt like he was enveloped by a sharp and powerful aura, which carried an endless
The cold sword intent was as cold as ice and like the eyes of a god of death. This feeling made him uncomfortable. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his back. He felt that he was being struck by the sharp sword.
The mind is locked.
A golden light like a point of light surged out from the void. It was a light soft sword turned into a golden sword light. A figure seemed to walk out of the void, reflected in the faint dark light.
He had a handsome and jade-like face, and there was a resolute determination in that face. It was a blue shadow, and the tall and straight body appeared from the void like a peerless sword unsheathed.
As a great master of ninjutsu, Iga Fujiro knew that the boy in blue shirt was definitely not using ninjutsu to hide his body. He just had some regrets about why he didn't take advantage of his own advantages. Here
With the rocks and snow all over the ground, he could disappear without a trace just by using the hiding technique in ninjutsu. But now it was obviously impossible for him to hide, because he felt the sharpness.
The awe-inspiring sword intent has locked him tightly.
"Drink", Shen Xiong shouted, Iga gathered all his energy for the second time, and the long sword like a crescent moon flashed a dazzling light and slashed behind him. Because he felt
The condensed sword energy was on his back, and the enveloping sword energy spread from behind him. So he gathered the true energy around him and broke away from the cold and cold sword that locked him.
With the intention of his sword, he swung his sword and slashed away.
A golden light shot out from the void. Ye Yinfeng's figure was like an unsheathed sword. He stepped out of the void with his sword. The exquisite jade sword in his hand condensed a little.
A shocking aura like an explosion, a flash of sword light, and a silhouette of a person appeared behind Iga Fujiro in an instant.
In terms of cultivation and momentum, Ye Yinfeng is obviously weaker than the Fuso Ninja, but in terms of body and light skills, Ye Yinfeng is no less than the other party. Iga Fusang is worthy of being the great master of Ninjutsu in Fuso Country.
He quickly broke free from the sword intent condensed by Ye Yinfeng's sword in the air, and the scimitar in his hand slashed away as fast as a startling rainbow. But he did not look back because he felt the elegant blue streak.
The position of the figure.
The long sword like a crescent moon slashed back with a fierce momentum. The breath flowing on the scimitar even tore apart the faint cold light. The sword was like a magic weapon that cut through the night.
Sharp weapon. For this sword, Iga Fujiro is very confident. Even if it is a ninja with a higher level of cultivation than him, he still has the confidence to cut the opponent with this sword. This sword has a nice name, called
The power of the Leng Yue Whirlwind Slash is astonishing as you can imagine.
The piercing sound of "嗗嗗" split the cold light of the night, and the faint crescent moon-like brilliance stirred up a terrifying breath of death. Then, the scimitar shot out
The sword energy struck fiercely at the blue figure that had become one with the sword. The light of the sword penetrated through the blue figure, and suddenly, the blue figure once again transformed into
Broken rays of light were scattered in the vast snowy field of night.
The strong light transformed from the sword energy split forward like a broken bamboo, causing a blizzard to fly. The exploding blizzard was mixed with countless gravels and flew towards both sides. A long path opened.
A deep and terrifying ravine spread out behind Iga Fujiro. The long ravine was as straight as a line, and the flying blizzard gravels splashed to both sides and stayed there for a long time.
But Iga Fujiro felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and the breath of death shrouded right in front of him. Then he saw a bit of golden light appearing as if it had transcended the limitations of time and space.
on his chest. Then he saw a blue figure with no breath around him and a handsome face. It turned out that this was the real killing move of the young man. The astonishing sword intention behind him was actually just
It was just used to confuse him.
That sword didn't have the slightest fluctuation of breath. That sword was like a child next door raising a sword to stab. That sword was so ordinary, but that sword was like a stroke of genius. That sword was like a gorgeous woman holding herself up.
Her hair revealed her stunningly beautiful face. That sword was very ordinary, but that sword was very extraordinary. The jade sword condensed into a little golden light and moved forward at an unpleasant speed.
Stab away.
No matter how clumsy the sword looked, no matter how ordinary the sword looked, or maybe the sword seemed a little slow. But in Iga Fujiro's eyes, something changed.
He didn't understand when Ye Yinfeng's figure appeared directly in front of him, and he didn't understand why he didn't look at the sword very fast, but he couldn't escape the sword.
Terrified, the Fuso ninja finally showed a look of horror in his eyes. He wanted to dodge the sword, but found that his movements became even slower. He had just cut off a sword with his backhand, and the scimitar still remained in place.
Behind him, he wanted to withdraw the scimitar, but the movement was so slow that he was shocked. Then, he saw the golden soft sword piercing into his chest, and he felt a heartbreaking pain.
It spread throughout his body immediately.
Pan Yujian brought a bright red blood stain, and the aura around Ye Yinfeng suddenly became depressed. He secretly said a pity in his heart. He knew that this sword could not kill the Fuso ninja at all, but that sword
He was lucky to have frightened the Fuso ninja away. There was a faint sting in his hand, and as soon as the sword sank into the opponent's chest, there was a huge counterattack momentum, and he was almost killed by this momentum.
Throw away the jade sword in your hand.
Iga Erlang let out a scream. He felt that his whole body seemed to be shrouded in thousands of years of ice, and the cold chill spread from his chest to his whole body. Because that sword brought
The heartbreaking pain made him wake up immediately, and then he found that the abnormality that enveloped his heart had disappeared. But at this time, he was frightened out of his wits, and there was no fighting spirit left. He had no intention of fighting.
Knowing that Ye Yinfeng's sword was just the end of a strong crossbow, it only scratched his chest and did not cause any substantial damage to him at all.
Even so, he still put away the scimitar in his hand, and headed towards the foot of Tianchihu Mountain like a meteor. Facing Ye Yinfeng's weird sword, how could he dare to stay here? He only hoped that he
Run as far as you can.
The battle between Ye Yinfeng and Yi He Erlang ended. As Ling Tianyun and Wanyan fell into the cliff under the waterfall, the battles between other parties also ended. Wanyan Zhantian's whole body aura was disordered, and
Yelu Qishi, on the other hand, had a calm demeanor. He stretched out his figure and retreated to the white ape that kept roaring. Zhong Jianying and the little monk naturally felt uncomfortable, especially the little monk.
, the bright red cassock on his body has been torn into tatters by the white ape's sharp claws, which looks particularly funny. Zhong Jianying's hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
There was bright red blood, and he also suffered a lot of injuries in the battle with Fu Xifeng.
Yeluqishi stretched out his hand and stroked the white ape's head for a while, as if to soothe the violent white ape. After a while, the white ape stopped docilely. But there was no fierceness in its eyes.
He unabashedly stared at the little monk in the tattered red cassock, seeming to be very unhappy with the little monk. Finally, Yelu Qishi showed a complicated look in his eyes. He looked at the crowd, stretched out his figure and walked towards
The mountain swept down, and the white shadow following him was still there.
Fu Xifeng's eyes revealed a ruthless look. He glanced at Zhong Jianying thoughtfully, and then retreated without saying a word.
At this time, the sky had already submerged into the gloomy night, and the messy scene beside Tianchi Lake proved everything that happened here. Rocks rolling down everywhere, blizzards flying like rain, and a dangerous and unpredictable path
A straight ravine like a line. This Tianchi Lake seems to have finally returned to calm. There is no intoxicating aura. The dazzling blood above the lake has also sunk to the bottom of the lake. There are only wisps of gentle light above the lake.
The rising white mist.
Everything returned to calm, night finally came, but everyone's hearts were very uneasy. The other people left Tianchi Lake, and they rushed towards the gap between the two peaks, because Ling Tianyun and Wan Wan
It was from this fracture that Yan Yan was swept away by the rushing water of the lake.
The three of them came to the waterfall where the lake water was rushing down. They saw the lake water rushing down, and the sound of the rushing water was like thunder. A white water curtain that was too long to see the bottom fell vertically. The cliff was at least as long as
It is tens of feet high. With the brilliance of the first night that has not yet completely darkened, there are smooth rocks on both sides of the waterfall, and several pine trees are inserted across the waterfall. Although it is the first night, I still feel that the pool is there.
The waterfall under the lake was magnificent, but Ling Tianyun and Wanyanyan had long since disappeared into the cascading water of the lake.
"I'm going to go down this waterfall to find them. I'll see them alive or dead or corpses. If you go with me to search for them, please stay." Ye Yinfeng's eyes were solemn, and he turned to the other three people.
.Although they have experienced life and death disasters together, the incident at Tianchi Lake is over. Zhong Jianying and Ling Tianyun are enemies rather than friends. The little monk Fujie is also an enemy and friend. He does not expect them to continue to stay with them.
Together he went to look for Ling Tianyun and Wanyanyan who fell under the waterfall.
"Young Master Ye, you're welcome. We have gone through this ordeal and we can be said to be in the same tribulation. I'll go find them with Mr. Ye. That guy still owes me a lot of favors. How could he die like this?"
"Zhong Jianying's eyes flashed with a firm light, and he replied to Ye Yinfeng.
"Amitabha, you all are so generous. If the young monk doesn't come with you, it seems that the young monk is not a friend enough. The young monk might as well suffer another disadvantage and go with Donor Ye to look for them." Naturally, the young monk was not willing to leave alone.
He clasped his hands and said solemnly. Wanyan Zhantian would naturally not leave alone. Wanyan Yan was his relative. As a member of the Jurchen tribe, he would naturally not abandon his relatives and leave alone.
If Ling Tianyun had fallen from this waterfall with a height of tens of feet in the past, his life would not have been in danger. However, before Ling Tianyun fell into the waterfall, the white dragon absorbed all his internal energy. He was just like an ordinary person. The momentum of the waterfall water
It's so majestic that ordinary people can't even bear the impact of the water, let alone fall from the high cliff to the end of the waterfall. It would be okay if the end of the waterfall is a deep and bottomless pool.
, if it was a pile of rocks, then Ling Tianyun would naturally be smashed to pieces.
Ye Yinfeng and his group of four people climbed down from the rocks next to the waterfall. In the quiet night, the four people climbed down from rocks one after another. The thunderous water of the lake swept them down.
The clothes on their bodies were all wet. It took them several quarters of an hour to reach a height of only tens of feet. Finally, they landed at the bottom of the waterfall and stepped on a deep pool with a radius of dozens of feet.