Chapter 802 The situation shakes the night and the night eight
"I didn't expect that Ye Ming Palace is so domineering. Even its disciples are so arrogant and regard other people's lives as grass. This is Ye Ming Palace, one of the so-called four ancient martial arts sects. Today is really an eye-opener.
In this case, we have no mercy, so use all your strength. If you want to fight, we will accompany you to fight to the end. Yeming Palace will eventually decline in history because of you, arrogant and arrogant disciples.
In the dust." Ling Tianyun's face became solemn and he said in a deep voice. He and Ye Qianyou had a fight to the death, and he did not expect Ye Qianyou to have any kind thoughts. He was just concerned about the power of Ye Ming Palace, so he
Nothing so presumptuous.
"It depends on whether you have the strength. Just don't run away when the time comes." Ye Qianyou countered scornfully. He knew that he had finally seized the initiative. If he didn't show himself well, he would be in trouble.
His status in the hearts of the disciples in Yeming Palace will plummet.
"Hey, did you hear that? If we lose, they ask us to leave something behind. I don't know if it's a hand or a foot. It's disrespectful to come back without reciprocating. You have to fight for us." Ling Tianyun said loudly.
Shouting to Ye Yinfeng, he spread his voice throughout the square, and even reached the ears of other spectators in the extremely cold city outside the gate.
As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the people in the extreme cold city who were watching showed strange expressions, and they all whispered to each other. No one expected that Ling Tianyun would make such a move, and soon the faces of those people showed
With angry expressions on their faces, they shouted loudly: "The people in Yeming Palace are too bullying. Mr. Ling, please teach them a lesson and let out a bad breath for us outsiders."
Hearing the shouts from other people in the Extreme Cold City, Ye Qianyou's expression changed again, and he glared at Ling Tianyun fiercely. However, Ling Tianyun looked like a villain who had succeeded, which made him gnash his teeth with hatred.
, but he can't do anything to Ling Tianyun for the time being. The other disciples of Ye Ming Palace have angry faces, both at those ungrateful outsiders of the Extreme Cold City, and at Ling Tianyun's shameless behavior.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you come to this one?" Ye Yinfeng rolled his eyes at Ling Tianyun. He knew that Ye Feiyu had gathered all the energy in his body, so he didn't care about it, but turned to Ling Tianyun.
Ling Tianyun asked back. His careless gesture made Ye Feiyu hit all his strength on cotton, without any effect at all. As the saying goes, one vigorous effort will weaken again and again, Ye Yinfeng began to show weakness, and then became extremely rampant.
, which made Ye Feiyu furious, and then he responded with this careless attitude, which caused Ye Feiyu to have nowhere to go for the energy he had gathered due to his anger, and he was almost choked to the point of internal injury.
"Is there such a shameless person as you? You've already stood in the battle field. I think you are even more shameless than this disciple of Ye Ming Palace. Hurry up and beat him to pieces, preferably a drowned dog. Hehe,
You know." Ling Tianyun yelled when he heard this, and he even hurt the disciples in the Yeming Palace with his scolding. As soon as he said these words, the faces of the disciples in the Yeming Palace suddenly burned with anger.
They stood up and shot out sharp sword-like gazes from their eyes. If gazes could kill him, then Ling Tianyun would have been killed by those gazes countless times. But their cultivation was still too low.
It hasn't reached that level yet.
Ye Feiyu was so angry that he went to heaven. The cold light in his eyes kept flashing, and the threatening cold light shot straight towards Ye Yinfeng. His graceful temperament had long been destroyed by Ye Yinfeng.
The repeated nonsense was so angry that he was filled with hatred. He had been teased three times by Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun. How could he swallow this breath?
, he must teach Ye Yinfeng a good lesson.
"No, I'm so angry now. Mr. Ye is really a bit short-tempered. If you go out to experience the world of mortals, you may only become the rabbit brother of those rich people." Ye Yinfeng
Seeing Ye Feiyu's ugly face, he couldn't help but talk again.
But Ye Feiyu didn't know what Brother Rabbit was at all. He was inexplicably startled, but there was a trace of curious doubt in his eyes. But how could Ye Yinfeng give him this explanation? What if Ye Feiyu knew about this rabbit?
Brother means, then this guy is going crazy. Naturally, he will not explain his talents to the other party. He raised the iron sword in his hand, and his momentum rose. His figure glanced, and a dark light flashed over the iron sword.
Turning above, the edgeless iron sword pointed at Ye Feiyu in the distance and stabbed him quickly.
"This guy is so bad." When Ling Tianyun heard this, he was immediately happy. He felt that Ye Yinfeng's move was really vicious and cunning, but he just liked such a move. He couldn't help but think to himself, thinking that Ye Yinfeng's move was really vicious and cunning.
You must have learned this from him, otherwise how could he come up with such a sinister move? He couldn't help but want to continue to add fuel to this move, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. He had already done some things.
The head is counterproductive.
Ye Feiyu was still secretly thinking about the meaning of the word "Brother Rabbit" in Ye Yinfeng's mouth, but when he was distracted, the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was already stabbing at him. While he was distracted,
He couldn't help but feel a sharp sword energy flowing from the tip of the sword and stabbing him like a stream. His heart trembled. He saw the majestic energy bursting out of his body, his body shape changed, and his right hand
He stretched out his two fingers, and a finger light like a cold star burst out from his fingers.
There was a crisp sound of "zheng", and Ye Feiyu's finger force from both fingers collided with Ye Yinfeng's iron sword, and he let out a low cry. "Despicable!" Ye Feiyu was naturally furious,
His body was fluttering like the wind and he retreated several feet before he stabilized his body. He did not expect that Ye Yinfeng would take advantage of his distraction to make a sneak attack. Although Ye Yinfeng made a sneak attack and his sword was extremely powerful, he still
He felt that the power of the sword was just superficial and had no real power. After realizing the downfall of Ye Yinfeng's sword, he began to despise Ye Yinfeng.
"What a pity." Ye Yinfeng showed an expression of regret on his face. He did not hide his disappointment at the failed sneak attack. Then he turned his sword light again, and his body was like a breeze blowing towards Ye Feiyu.
Go. Hold up a few sword flowers. Although this sword has less sharp sword intent than the one just now, there is a hint of cold sword intent in the sword flowers. The sword light is as bright as a flash.
It rises like lotus flowers on the water.
Ling Tianyun couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that Ye Yinfeng would launch a sneak attack that night when Feiyu was distracted, but he still preferred this kind of move that never followed common sense. Although Ye Yinfeng would
Yinfeng's sword returned in vain, but he already knew Ye Yinfeng's tactics. The initiative in this battle was already in Ye Yinfeng's body. Naturally, he would not worry anymore, so he took advantage of it.
Youzai started to watch.
"Despicable and shameless!" The other Ye Ming Palace disciples couldn't help but cursed when they saw this. In their eyes, Ye Yinfeng had become a despicable and shameless villain. Naturally, they didn't have the promised competition.
Hearing what Ye Yinfeng said, they only knew that Ye Feiyu was distracted because of that sentence, and when Ye Feiyu was distracted, Ye Yinfeng launched a sneak attack, which made them very worried.
Angry. However, as soon as the anger rose on their faces, they showed expressions of joy, because Ye Yinfeng's sword still failed.
Ye Feiyu, who was the party involved, was so angry that the anger in his chest was like a volcano erupting. As soon as he stabilized his body, he saw several sword lights turning into sword flowers and shrouding him. His body turned sharply,
The majestic aura surged around his body, and he saw his left hand turn into a palm, and he slapped several palms in succession. The palm force of Shen Xiong was like an overwhelming force, and he attacked the sword flower like an overwhelming force. The sword flowers blossomed in his extremely domineering palm.
The force immediately turned into nothing. He stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and made a mistake in his steps. An afterimage was formed where he stood, but his real figure had already swept towards Ye Yinfeng.
Ye Feiyu's movements were not unpleasant. His movements were very fast, reaching the extreme speed. The wind in his palm whipped up the force of thousands of miles of ice and annihilated all the enveloping sword flowers, and his figure reached out extremely quickly.
Two fingers pointed out a cold and ice-like light and struck Ye Yinfeng. Although his reaction was very fast and timely, Ye Yinfeng seemed to have expected this step, and he saw the
As soon as the sword flowers dispersed, the dark aura of the iron sword changed again.
When the sword flowers were scattered by Ye Feiyu's palm, his swordsmanship changed again. He was seen walking like a leisurely pavilion, and the edgeless iron sword turned into wisps of lingering...
The raindrops fell towards the hurried figure. At this time, Ye Yinfeng's long sword turned into rain, and the spring rain turned into a tender sword style. His face was as calm as water, his eyes were as bright as stars, and with a sword
Underneath, it turned into the hard and soft rain strands wrapped around the fingers.
Ye Feiyu couldn't help but froze, and with his pointed fingers, he shot out a chilling energy that was drowned in the wisps of spring rain. And he had to turn around sharply.
, the raindrops falling from the sky contained a sword intention that made him confused. It was a sword intention that understood nature. At this time, he seemed to be in the endless spring rain.
The spring rain as thin as a hair continued to fall on him, but he had to raise his left palm and use strong icy energy to scatter the spring rain.
The sword light contained a hint of understanding of the meaning of spring. The spring rain turned into silk and wrapped around Ye Feiyu. Even the place where they fought turned into wisps of white mist. That was Ye Yinfeng's spring rain coming.
The sharp swordsmanship gradually melted the ice under their feet. The rising white mist, coupled with Ye Yinfeng's magical swordsmanship, created a picture like a spring rain falling on the earth.
This kid, Ling Tianyun, was watching the battlefield calmly. He saw the swordsmanship in Ye Yinfeng's hand change, from the sharp swordsmanship to the gentle swordsmanship like rain, and he couldn't help but sigh and thought to himself.
.Ye Ming Palace's inner strength and mental skills tend to be extremely cold and extremely yin, while Ye Yinfeng's Taiqing Qi is the purest Qi in Taoism, and can melt the Qi of all sects. Therefore, he has
Ye Yinfeng did not have any worries. Ye Yinfeng broke Ye Feiyu's tactics several times in a row. It was obvious that Ye Yinfeng still had the initiative.
The endless spring rain turned into hardness and softness around the fingers. Even Ye Feiyu's extremely cold breath was melted by the endless spring rain. The white mist that filled the air became thicker and thicker, and there was a cold air all over Ye Feiyu's body.
The mist turned into mist was also the mist formed by the melting of the broken ice under their feet. The figures of the two people suddenly gathered and dispersed, and the rain net woven by the sword energy shrouded the cold and chilling atmosphere.
, the two people's faces began to show solemn expressions.
Ye Feiyu naturally did not expect Ye Yinfeng to turn his sword into rain and melt away the cold palm energy he shot. He was confident that he could resist this kind of sword technique, but the continuous rain of swords was like an annoying mood in spring.
A feeling of sadness lingered in his heart and could not go away. He turned and walked quickly, and the cold aura around him couldn't help but rise steadily. The palm under his left palm wrapped his whole body, and the right finger
Then several cold thorns condensed and shot towards Ye Yinfeng's whole body.