Chapter eight hundred and sixty-eight of the battle of the holy knife and blood knife
Beibing Yunduo didn't think that Ye Yinfeng would succeed, and the twelve ghosts of Jiuyou Sect, Mao Mei, who also had the same idea as her. The two of them condensed the true energy around them to the extreme, and bursts of roaring energy came out.
The sound of powerful collisions made a sharp and harsh sound on the ninth floor of the tower. Both of them used their lifelong skills. The northern ice clouds condensed the cold and overflowing icy energy and overwhelmingly charged towards the ghost-like thorns.
The girl attacked.
And Mao Mei's weird body movements and the fact that she holds a short blade with cold light in each hand, she is like an elf dancing in the darkness. Her figure is like a shadow, shuttling through the layers of frost covered by the opponent.
In the breath of cold snow, the snowflakes condensed the cold atmosphere, and the frost condensed the air. The short blade in her hand pierced the air, and the rays of energy like ghosts broke through the cold air that enveloped her.
That round of white light and ice energy like a crescent moon rotated around the Arctic Clouds. The rotation became faster and faster, and the cold and cold energy condensed around her became stronger and stronger. The crescent moon ice energy stirred up silk threads like needles.
A glow-like energy and a cold aura surged out, and a cold aura enveloped the entire tower. Snowflakes fell from the sky again, as if she had become the ice and snow fairy, lifting her feet.
At this moment, crystal clear and cold snowflakes fell out.
Both of them put all their energy on each other, and they could not distract themselves from paying attention to Ye Yinfeng's condition. So Ye Yinfeng was unable to pay attention to them at this time, because he felt that the holy order was getting closer and closer to him.
As time went by, the tearing pain in his brain became more severe. His brain felt as if thousands of needles were piercing it. This pain was ten thousand times more uncomfortable than a sword wound on his body.
He knew that what he used was his thoughts, that is, his spiritual consciousness to hold the holy order. Although his spiritual consciousness was intangible, it actually existed. He himself did not know how he sent out his thoughts.
He only knew that when he was immersed in an ethereal state, he could emit thoughts, and the thoughts were like his invisible limbs. If it was strong enough, he believed that it would be possible to kill the enemy with a sword.
The brain-splitting pain came like a tide, making him feel as if his whole body was collapsing, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. Only he knew that this kind of pain was definitely not comparable to physical injuries.
Incredibly, the pain almost made him faint. The only thought in his mind was to keep drawing the holy order closer to him and away from the white jade-like light group.
Ye Yinfeng only felt that the chaotic space in his mind was about to collapse. The violent chaotic space set off a violent wind and rain. He only felt that he in the chaos was about to be overwhelmed by the violent chaotic atmosphere.
A strong wind hit, making the body standing in the chaotic space shaky. He felt that if he persisted, the chaos in his mind and himself in the chaos would definitely explode, and the self in the chaos would explode.
It will definitely disappear.
With a "clang", the holy order was finally pulled away from the white jade-like light group by Ye Yinfeng's spiritual consciousness. The holy order, which lost its power, fell from the air and landed on the ground. And Ye Yinfeng
He felt a "boom" in his brain, and the chaotic space in his mind exploded. His mind was filled with roaring colorful lights. Finally, the exploding chaos and the colorful lights turned into a dark starry sky.
Then his brain went black and he lost consciousness.
Starlight fell like stars, and the dim light shone like a flash. Ye Yinfeng's consciousness began to blur. The endless chaotic space in his mind collapsed. At the moment when his consciousness dispersed, he only felt that he was
He was in a dark starry sky. Then he raised his eyes, and he saw a figure like a goddess shuttled through the white jade-like light group, and he saw an exquisite and flawless picture.
His face was as white as spring snow, and finally his consciousness fell into endless darkness.
The sound of "clang" shocked the two girls who were fighting fiercely. Their movements were frozen in mid-air, and then two pairs of shocked eyes showed unbelievable looks. The aura around them surged,
An aura that shook the sky and shattered the earth suddenly arose.
Beibing Yunduo raised her hand, and the crescent moon spinning like a shooting star exuded a colder and colder atmosphere. After she slapped the opponent several times, she moved towards the falling Holy Order like an arrow.
Rushing away. But before the look of surprise on Mao Mei's face dissipated, a bone-chilling ice surge rushed toward her. She turned sharply, and her shadow-like body avoided the rushing attack.
The coming cold weather.
The two figures rushed towards the holy order like rays of light. Beibing Yunduo was still one step ahead. She paused and grabbed the holy order in her own hand. From the upload of the holy order
Waves of scorching temperature came, and the tentacles felt a burning sensation. There was a brilliant light in her eyes, and the cold air appeared like frost on her handsome face like snow.
Mao Mei felt anxious, and she stretched out her body like a phantom and rushed towards the northern ice clouds. Along with her charming figure, the cold light in her hands stirred up a dazzling luster. She was just one step away.
She could once again seize the holy order in her hands, but the opportunity was lost in that moment. She raised the two cold blades in her hands and wanted to rush towards the northern ice clouds.
Just at this moment, the soft white jade light group suddenly jumped a few times, and a figure suddenly flashed out of the twisted light group. At this moment, the standing slender figure fell softly to the ground.
A palpitating chill emanated from the white jade ball of light, and a plump and wonderful figure flashed out of the ball of light. It was a beautiful young woman wearing a snowflake-like palace dress.
The young woman's eyes glowed with a strange and deep luster, and the young woman's figure was finally fixed on the young man who fell suddenly.
When Mao Mei saw clearly the figure emerging from the light group, her face suddenly changed, and her cold and charming eyes became filled with deep fear. There was a cold light in her hand.
In a flash, the two short blades slipped into her sleeves. She fled, hurriedly retreated, and soon reached the entrance to the ninth floor, but her figure did not step forward.
After entering the entrance, my body was fixed at the entrance, as if I had been under a body-fixing spell.
As if she had been hit by a restraining spell, Mao Mei's eyes finally revealed a look of intense panic, and her body was trembling with fear. She raised all her energy and wanted to rush through the entrance, but she
She found that her body was not under her control at all, and she could not lift her legs, as if there was an invisible rope binding her. Sweat beads as big as beans filled her forehead, and finally her eyes
He showed a look of deep despair.
Beibing Yunduo's eyes were filled with shock and surprise, disbelief and inconceivability. Finally, she saw the graceful, elegant, holy and beautiful young woman casting a gentle sun-like look at her.
Smile. Her tense heart suddenly relaxed, and a thick smile appeared on her face at the same time. The dimples inlaid on her snow jade face looked more and more beautiful.
Everyone's battle is different, and everyone's experience is not the same. This is the arrangement of fate. If someone wants to break away from the arrangement of fate, then they can only continue to strengthen themselves until they are stronger than fate. The destiny is not violated,
But what is destiny? As long as you are strong enough, then destiny will not be trampled under your feet. There is nothing terrible about fate.
Some people are willing to accept the arrangement of fate, and some people fight vigorously. Some people actually accept it, and some people fight against themselves. Ye Feiyu's face full of monsters showed a strange expression,
He is ferocious and ferocious, he is cold and bloody, he is cold and tyrannical, he is the king of the underworld, he is the avenger from the underworld, his bloody aura fills the world and sweeps across the world.
Ling Tianyun, on the other hand, was full of heroism, with awe-inspiring aura penetrating between heaven and earth. His strong and strong chest glowed with a masculine luster under the condensed sunlight. His majestic body was like the tall and straight snow-capped mountains, facing the highest peak.
The biting cold wind, facing the freezing ice and snow, is like the blazing sun, whose hot breath rolls out, filling the cold world.
The Xingze sword let out a long, clanking roar, but the Netherworld blood sword instead made a harsh chirp, and two figures stood face to face. The wind was cold and the cold sun was shining slantingly. The two figures were stretched by the setting sun.
The cold wind like a blade blew on their bodies, and the sound of clothes rising and falling could not be heard. The two pairs of eyes reflected each other's figures with their eyes filled with unyielding resistance to fate, and their surging energy became stronger and stronger.
They haven't fought, but it's better than fighting. The aura condensed around the two people is getting stronger and stronger. The bloody aura rises overwhelmingly, and the awe-inspiring masculine aura comes from the sky and the earth. A dark ordinary broadsword, a bloody aura.
The lingering evil sword, a slender and handsome young man like a demon, a tall and strong young man as strong as the sun, two completely different auras, two young men who are fighting the same fate look at each other from afar.
The violent aura seemed to be ignited at that moment, the sunlight that was slanting down became eclipsed, and the cold aura became indifferent. Only the auras condensed around the two teenagers facing each other were surging.
A burst of powerful infuriating energy. A gust of wind rose, and layers of black clouds suddenly floated over the sky. The strong wind and black clouds shrouded the heads of the two of them, and a strange gust of ice and snow fluttered down from the black clouds.
The ice and snow fell in the mid-air and soon turned into nothing, and the vast air like white mist spread. It was the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth caused by the collision of energy around the two people. However, all this did not last long, and the strong wind
disappeared, the black clouds dissipated, and two air curtains of different colors suddenly appeared in front of the two people. The dark red color and the endless blood evil air curtain spread from in front of Ye Feiyu, and Ling Tianyun's
Instead, there was a layer of dark golden light in front of him, filled with the aura of pure Yang that would burn out all the evil spirits in the world.
Ling Tianyun moved, Ye Feiyu moved, and a blast sounded in everyone's ears. A loud shout was like breaking gold and breaking stone. The two figures rushed toward each other like thundering meteors. A sword raised a calm golden light,
One knife was filled with horrifying red blood, and with a "clang" sound, the two big knives were intertwined together. The two figures passed by each other with the sound of metal interlacing. Then, the two people turned around, and the bloody wind of the sword was fierce.
The pale golden rays of light sprinted through it, slashing, slashing, sweeping and swinging, fighting and resisting. The two of them fought fiercely with only the most primitive strength of their bodies.
The billowing masculine energy rolled towards the frenzied wave-like blood evil aura. The Xingze sword in Ling Tianyun's hand struck hard on the opponent's blood sword, and a strange and palpitation-like counterattack force erupted from the blood sword.
came from above. The corrosive and suffocating blood-evil power was swallowing up Ling Tianyun, and as soon as his Jiuyang Zhenqi condensed, a burst of heat like the scorching sun immediately surged in, and the Jiuyang Zhenqi was as powerful as a broken bamboo.
Burn away the evil and suffocating energy.
The blood was burning, and the body was filled with huge primitive power. Ling Tianyun's heart was filled with great pride. He spun around, and the Xingze sword rolled up the sharp pure Yang sword light and shrouded Ye Feiyu. But the other party did not
Without panicking, he raised his sword and unleashed the cold force of the sword, striking at the vital points on his body with all its strength.