Chapter seven hundred and ninety-eight the situation shakes the night four
Seeing the two brothers singing the leading roles, Ling Tianyun suddenly felt unhappy. He must know that he and Ye Yinfeng were the protagonists of this arena. He raised the sword in his hand and said to Ye Qianyou: "The eldest son of the Ye family
, Why do you two brothers have to do this? At worst, there will be one more fight, and we brothers will just accompany you. One more is not much, just one more fight, and we two brothers can still bear it."
Ye Feiyu heard Ling Tianyun's shouting, but didn't take it seriously. He turned around and showed a bright smile to Ling Tianyun. His bright smile contained a faint murderous intention. Although he concealed it well, he was still
Ling Tianyun caught it easily. He didn't understand why the two brothers of the Ye family had murderous intentions towards him. Ye Qianyou was like this at first, and Ye Feiyu was also like this at this time. He couldn't help but feel a headache.
"Young Master Ling, don't be impatient. We will start the competition after I and my brother discuss the battle strategy." The faint murderous intent in Ye Feiyu's eyes flashed away, and he said to Ling Tianyun very kindly. If this words are heard by others,
However, Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng knew that Ye Feiyu was not as simple as he showed, and there was a strong murderous intention hidden in his charming eyes.
"You guys proposed the competition in the ring. Ling is not a beggar. You can do whatever you want. You also regard your Ye Ming Palace as the number one sect in the world. What matters between you two brothers?
Solve it yourself. That, let you fight the first battle." Ling Tianyun gave Ye Yinfeng a secret wink, he shouted in a deep voice, and then pointed at the older Ye Ming Palace disciple.
It's the disciple called Senior Brother.
Hearing Ling Tianyun's shouting words, the eyes of the two young masters of the Ye family flashed with anger. Of course they didn't want Ling Tianyun to lead this competition, but with the appearance of Ye Feiyu, it was obvious that they still looked down upon it.
Ling Tianyun. The other party was obviously not the kind of person who would let others slaughter him for the sake of fish and meat, and Ling Tianyun also took advantage of this chaotic situation to seize the opportunity and take the lead in deciding the first competition.
A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the older young disciple, and then he showed his honest smile helplessly. He glanced at Ye Qianyou and found that the latter nodded to him, so he went to
He took a step forward. He clasped his fists with both hands and said to Ling Tianyun: "Wei Zixiu, a disciple of Yeming Palace, asked Mr. Ling for advice."
In addition to having a handsome face, this disciple of Ye Ming Palace is slightly fatter than the others, making him look a little more honest. The dark outfit looks a little tight on his body.
, making his body stronger. There was a warm smile like the spring breeze on his face, like a Maitreya Buddha who was always smiling, but the aura around him suddenly rose, with a heavy and majestic feeling.
An overwhelming breath surged out.
"Such a level of cultivation is rare. I am worthy of being a senior brother among the disciples of Yeming Palace. Brother Wei, please." Ling Tianyun saw that the other party was so polite, so naturally he didn't like speaking harshly. He politely held his fists at the other party.
He said, he abandoned all the messy thoughts in his heart. This senior brother's cultivation was obviously very strong, even no less than the two brothers of the Ye family. Looking at the other's calm body and his open-minded behavior, he
Then you know that the other party is definitely a strong opponent.
The two of them slowly came to the center of the square. Ling Tianyun took out the sword in his hand. No matter what, he would still go all out. Wei Zixiu didn't seem to have any weapons. He was still standing opposite Ling Tianyun with his bare hands, a smile on his face.
But it didn't diminish at all. When he saw Ling Tianyun's surprised gaze, the honest smile on his face spread out. He casually twitched his hand, and suddenly there was a long, shining whip in his hand.
"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, this is my weapon." The long whip in his hand sounded, and bursts of sharp sound broke through the air from the shadow whip, and then he apologized to Ling Tianyun.
explained. But Ling Tianyun felt a cry in his heart. He did not expect that such a strong young man was actually using a long whip, and the weapon he least wanted to face was a long whip.
Earlier, he had suffered enough from the black lady's long whip. Once he was bitten by a snake and had been afraid of the well rope for ten years, he really came to whatever he was afraid of. What a perverted guy, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, if he knew how to grow
The whip is different from other weapons. It needs a combination of strength and softness to exert its maximum power. In fact, the long whip should be a feminine weapon. It mainly winds and whips, supplemented by thorns, lifting and cutting. If the internal strength is not up to
If you are in a certain state and are not skilled in the technique, then this long whip is most likely to accidentally injure yourself. Wei Zixiu's weapon is a long whip, so he has considerable confidence in his own internal strength, and he is even more addicted to this whip technique.
It has reached its peak.
Seeing Ling Tianyun's embittered face, Senior Brother Ye Mingong couldn't help showing a shy smile and said: "This whip is called Dreamweaver. As long as a person is enveloped in it, it will be like entering a dream."
Like. This whip has a little bit of colorful glazed heart added to it, and it was given to me personally by the palace master. If Mr. Ling feels that you are at a disadvantage, how about I try another weapon and try again?"
When Ling Tianyun heard this, his favorable impression of this senior brother doubled. Naturally, he would not show his weaknesses in the eyes of the other party. Then he said openly: "Senior Brother Wei, don't mind, the whip is also one of many weapons.
With his free and easy temperament, Senior Brother Wei will definitely not do anything to hurt anyone in the back. Ling trusts Senior Brother Wei. Ling wants to learn Senior Brother Wei's whipping technique, please!"
"Since Mr. Ling is so confident, I would rather obey my orders than to be respectful, please!" Wei Zixiu responded with a shy smile. Then, he distanced himself from Ling Tianyun. The long whip naturally cannot be compared with ordinary weapons.
If you want to exert its power, you must keep the two people at an appropriate distance, so that you can truly exert the power of the long whip, and he naturally knows this well.
With the sword horizontally moving, Ling Tianyun's fiery aura surged out like a rushing river. His body sank and he rushed straight away like a cheetah. The sword in his hand suddenly shot out thousands of sword lights,
His body dragged a series of afterimages in the air, carrying the sword energy and radiating it straight towards Wei Zixiu. His movements were not unpleasant, and the condensed sword radiance emitted layer by layer like ripples.
But Wei Zixiu's eyes narrowed, and his shy smile also became serious. He raised the long whip in his hand and turned into a whip shadow like a strong wind and waves and enveloped Ling Tianyun. The long whip turned into dancing all over the sky.
Like a small black dragon, the whip shadows are like the roaring black dragons. The layers of whip shadows are condensed like storms, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air is rolling with the piercing blade strength.
The light shrouded down, trapping Ling Tianyun's body tightly.
Ling Tianyun waved his sword to block the shrouded whip shadow several feet away from his body. However, even so, he still felt that the whip shadow was like poisonous snakes worming its way through the wind of the sword he was waving.
, rushed toward his body. He couldn't help but froze, and the airless wind of swords danced faster, and there were heavy whip shadows, and the sword light in his hand was like waves.
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The aura driven by the whip shadow as sharp as a blade sometimes shrouded the world like a wild dragon swinging its tail, and sometimes the whip shadow was like a dense layer of needle-like sharp light that penetrated through the gaps in the sword wind.
, causing the hot Qi all over Ling Tianyun's body to make bursts of hissing sounds. He had never seen this long whip actually exert such power. The long whip had already been deployed in one roll.
Layers of heart-stopping energy and dense energy shrouded him like countless stinging needles.
When the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand swung out a dazzling ball of light, the whip shadow suddenly turned, and the whip shadow that covered the sky disappeared without a trace. In the next turn, only Wei Zixiu was seen.
Like a fierce warrior in the mountains and rivers, the long whip in his hand suddenly turned into a roaring black dragon. The black dragon opened its eyes furiously, roared and entangled towards Ling Tianyun, and began to whip out all the air around it.
It turned into a series of whip shadows with infinite power, and at this time, the long whip turned into a roaring dragon and rushed straight towards it.
Looking at the long whip that turned into a black dragon, Ling Tianyun felt a huge pressure coming towards him. Wei Zixiu began to wave the long whip with gentle strength, but at this time, he turned the soft strength into a fierce strength.
There was no gap in the transition between softness and hardness, as if it was made naturally and could be reached immediately. In terms of strength, Ling Tianyun had never been afraid of anyone. When he saw the opponent changing his moves, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
One breath.
The sword glowed brightly, and the sword light rose up layer by layer. The Xingze sword let out a wild roar, and a blazing and unparalleled domineering sword intention suddenly came into being. He condensed the Nine Suns True Qi in his Dantian and poured it into the sword.
A sword light as powerful as a rainbow was formed immediately. He shouted in a condensed voice, and the sword turned into an artifact that could tear the world apart and rolled towards the long whip that turned into a giant dragon. Ling Tianyun's angry hair flew like a majestic descending weapon.
Wei Zixiu, the peerless God of War, was as powerful as a warrior holding a dragon in his hand.
The long whip condensed the billowing black shadow, and the sword shot out a hissing rainbow-like light. The rising air seemed to be frozen by those two majestic forces. Suddenly the sky and the earth darkened, and time
They were also frozen by it. Between heaven and earth, there were only the God of War who stepped forward to strike down a thousand-foot-long sword, and the warrior who leaned forward to hold the roaring black dragon. Both of them could clearly see the fiery fighting spirit between each other in their eyes.
, the high fighting spirit aroused the blood in their bodies to boil, and they clearly heard a thunderous roar bursting from their bodies.
Beibing Xuance stood quietly in a room. There was a painting of a handsome middle-aged man hanging in the room. In the painting, he could see the handsome man standing on colorful clouds, his slender body heading towards the ancient gate of heaven. That was
A complete picture of ascending to immortality. The picture shows that the first patriarch of Yeming Palace achieved the realm of Shattered Void through martial arts, and then soared into the sky and escaped into the immortal gate.
As the master of Yeming Palace, Beibing Xuance was not in any mood to pay homage to the founding master of Yeming Palace. He just looked coldly at the door of the house, with a look of calmness on his face.
A majestic sullenness. A burst of light footsteps reached his ears, but a beautiful woman wearing a light green palace dress quietly entered. The beautiful woman's skin was as good as snow, and under her black eyebrows like a spring mountain,
With a pair of eyes that are intoxicating and filled with a layer of mist, the beautiful woman moves gracefully with each step, and her peerless appearance is like that of a saint in heaven.
"Isn't there any whereabouts of Duo'er?" Beibing Yunduo knew the identity of the visitor without even looking back, and there was a hint of anger in his tone. "It seems that those people in the extreme cold city are too unruly.
, it’s time to teach them a lesson, my daughter of Beihai Xuance dares to touch me, they really don’t take Yeming Palace seriously." He continued to say angrily, naturally he was not against the man who quietly stepped in.
The beautiful woman is angry.
"You are still so impulsive. Duoerji has her own destiny, and everything will be fine." The beautiful woman showed a charming smile. As her smile appeared, the white jade-like face appeared.
A small dimple as curved as a crescent moon was sunk into her cheek. It was as if her smile was to set off the small dimple as curved as a crescent moon. Even the real crescent moon in the sky was in front of the crescent moon sunk in her cheek.
A bit dim, coupled with her mist-like eyes, she looked like a drunken crescent moon.