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"You have this little ability, how can you fight with Senior Brother Yan? Do you think you are worthy of Nangong Xianchen?" Zuo Qingshan's eyes flashed with a ruthless glare and he struck Ye Yinfeng in a cold voice.
The words Nangong Xianchen were spoken in an extremely strong tone. There was a surge of hatred in that tone, as if the person Zuo Qingshan hated the most was Nangong Xianchen, and because of Nangong Xianchen, he put all this anger away.
It was transferred to Ye Yinfeng.
"Whether you are worthy or not, there is no need for people from Cangqiong Sect to tell you. Yanlongxing and you are just leaning against the mountain of Cangqiongmen. It is Cangqiong Sect, so what do you think? Cangqiong Sect has given you so many cultivation resources, even if
Even a fool can reach this level. Martial arts practitioners all over the world think that you have reached the near-heaven level, and everyone praises your talents. However, if it were not for the abundant resources of Cang Qiong Sect, your cultivation level would be as high as
Where are you going?" The iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand kept ringing, and he shot back coldly.
Naturally, he did not hear Zuo Qingshan's extremely hateful words. He only knew that Zuo Qingshan showed shocking strength at this time, at least close to the heavenly realm, or reaching the heavenly realm.
He also felt the other party's strong killing intent, which contained overwhelming anger. He knew that he and Cangqiong Sect were in a fight to the death, and he was not afraid. Zuo Qingshan or Yan Longxing
, although he felt a sense of frustration in his heart about his own lack of strength, the persistence in his heart was extremely firm.
"Do you think that's all Cangqiong Sect has? Cangqiong Sect is far more terrifying than you imagined. Everyone in the world knows about the four major ancient martial arts sects in the world. But you know that the foundation of Cangqiong Sect is far beyond what the other three sects can compare with. And we, Cangqiong Sect,
The disciples of the Cangqiong Sect are far from the strength you know. You are just talking fast. After you see the true strength of the Cangqiong Sect, maybe you will even act like an ant in front of the Cangqiong Sect.
You have no qualifications." Zuo Qingshan's eyes flashed with a hint of ambiguity, and he said coldly.
"I have said so much just to show your sense of superiority. I have killed all the elders of Cangqiong Sect, not to mention a few disciples. You want to kill me so much because you are afraid that I will destroy the relationship between Cangqiong Sect and Linglong Valley.
The powerful Cang Qiong Sect has even formed an alliance with other sects. This is what you call terrifying strength. The Cang Qiong Sect is just a bigger ant under the sky."
"I'm just sharp-tongued and quick to talk. Whether or not I kill you really has nothing to do with Cangqiongmen. It's just my selfish wishful thinking in Zuo Qingshan. Do you think a tiger would care about an ant? Even that ant
It blocks the tiger's path, but the tiger can't even see it." The long sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand condensed with cold light like a brilliant color, and he said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
"If you want to kill, come and see if you have the ability. I, Ye Yinfeng, am not scared." After hearing this, Ye Yinfeng felt a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and sneered. The words of the other party were certainly reasonable.
But he still didn't understand why Zuo Qingshan was determined to kill himself. How much connection this had with Yan Longxing, he couldn't understand for a while.
He has always known that someone in the Cangqiong Sect wanted to kill him, and he had killed the elders or disciples of the Cangqiong Sect. He thought this was the decision of the Cangqiong Sect, but when he heard Zuo Qingshan's words, he felt sad in his heart.
Waves of doubts arose. Cangqiongmen should be arriving at Linglong Valley soon. The spring season is the time for the marriage between the two factions. He knew that if he could not prevent this marriage, then he would really lose Nangong Xianchen.
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"I hope the sword in your hand is as sharp as your teeth, and I also hope you won't disappoint me." Zuo Qingshan solemnly raised the slender sword in his hand. The sword suddenly glowed with a layer of brilliance, like a handle.
The divine sword emerged from the darkness at dawn, and the sword was filled with a stinging light. The sword was shining with extraordinary splendor, and the bright light was dazzling and soul-stirring, making people tremble when they saw it.
Zuo Qingshan finally began to show his strongest side. It is said that the Cangqiong Sect collected all the famous swords in the world and ranked them accordingly, and selected the top ten famous swords of the Cangqiong Sect. The 'Condensing Light' sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand
Although it ranks lower among the top ten famous swords of Cangqiong Sect, the power of this sword in his hand is no less than that of the top three of the top ten famous swords. If the sword is chosen by the right swordsman, its power will definitely be displayed vividly.
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Although the name of 'Ningguang' is not loud, Zuo Qingshan's name is resounding throughout the martial arts world. Ye Yinfeng finally felt an irresistible pressure coming towards his face. He slowly raised the gun in his hand.
With the iron sword, the pure Qi from his Dantian surged out, flowing through every meridian and acupuncture point in his body like a rolling river. His tall and tall bamboo-like body became more handsome as the Qi surged.
There is no edge or edge, but the iron sword still roars with fighting intent. Perhaps the edgeless iron sword senses the determined fighting intent in Ye Yinfeng's chest, and the sword roars like the sound of a phoenix.
The night miasma that filled the air was like a piece of rotten cloth, and was stirred into chaos by the sword energy stirred by the trembling iron sword. The length of the swords crisscrossed, and the dark and ghostly miasma retreated in all directions like a tide.
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It wasn't just Ye Yinfeng who was full of fighting spirit, the sword condensed with brilliant light even let out bursts of groans like a tsunami breaking through the wall. The brilliant light of the condensed sword body became more and more dazzling, and the surging light turned into
After thousands of dazzling lights, the dark lacquer-like miasma melted at the touch of a finger. A silent battle seemed to have begun between the two. The two gathered their true energy and stood facing each other. Zuo Qingshan was full of true energy.
It was as majestic as the sea, and Ye Yinfeng's true energy was long and deep, and different energy levels erupted wantonly from the two long swords facing each other.
There was a crisp chant of "Zheng", and the leaf chanted in the wind. At the moment when the leaf chanted in the wind, Zuo Qingshan also moved. The edgeless iron sword shot out like a dim light, and the gorgeous sword waved like a stream of light.
, the two figures dispersed as soon as they came together, and after a string of sparks splashed, the two people turned around again, the sword light flashed like flying stars, there were a few rays of dim light hidden in the brilliant light, and when the brilliant glow weakened, the dim light increased sharply.
, the sound of swords clashing echoed.
Layers of miasma roared and dispersed around them, and the brilliant lights exploded one after another, while the shadows of the ghost swords were curled up, cut off, and joined together. The two faces were equally young.
With completely different expressions, one person was full of murderous intent, while the other person was full of rage. The sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand was getting faster and faster, and the beads of sweat on Ye Yinfeng's forehead became more and more dense. He had murderous intent and was so angry.
, the stalemate killing split and rejoined, the leaves were flying like rain for a while, a trace of miasma finally found a gap and got in, but was pinched by the two sword energies that collided.
Condensed light and flowing colors, dark iron glowing, Ye Yinfeng completely let go of himself. The iron sword in his hand was like Zhongyue's sword, while Zuo Qingshan's sword was like the water of the sea, Zhongyue held his hand.
With the overwhelming momentum, they struck into the surging force. The sword light aroused was like a rippling wave in circles. The branches around them finally could not withstand the sharp destruction, and the branches and leaves were broken and the branches were broken.
The fallen leaves are dancing.
The sword light condensed again, and the ghost light appeared again. The colorful light rose and rose again, and the silk-like ghost light climbed up step by step. In the eyes of the two people, the shadow of the sword in each other's hands was transformed. The expressions on their faces also changed.
At that moment, they calmed down, and only the sword in the opponent's hand seemed to have become the biggest enemy in their lives. Ye Yinfeng stepped on the "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon" footwork, his figure shuttled like the wind, and his figure turned sharply like the twinkling stars.
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Zuo Qingshan's figure is also as elegant as a leaf of duckweed following the waves. With his handsome jade-like figure and the colorful and flowing sword light, he is the swordsman walking on the waves on the sea. The two of them
Each has his or her own strength in body skills, but the speed of the two is also indistinguishable. The sword skills of the two are evenly matched. Both of them used what they have learned in their lives. One of them killed with determination, but the other did not have the slightest intention to kill.
Show no mercy.
Ye Yinfeng slightly raised his sword eyebrows, and the gravity from the iron sword became heavier and heavier. Every time they struck each other, there was a heavy pressure like waves from the opponent's sword. The opponent's internal strength seemed to
As inexhaustible as the boundless sea, his wrists trembled slightly. The brilliant light did not weaken, but the ghostly glow from the edgeless iron sword was shorter. The purity in his body
His breath began to show signs of weakening, which made his heart sink slightly.
Zuo Qingshan looked calm and calm, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker. The arc of the corner of his mouth was also wider. There seemed to be no shadow of the sword in the brilliant light, and the white clothes that were more beautiful than snow also disappeared in the leaves.
Yinfeng's eyes slowly melted. Although he felt a little sleepy in his heart, Ye Yinfeng's mind was extremely clear. He knew that he must stay calm at this critical moment of life and death. Even if it was a small opportunity, he would seize it tightly.
live.
The sweat on his forehead became thicker and thicker, but the swing of the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand began to slow down. He slightly stretched out his left hand. When he grabbed it in the dark jungle with his left hand, he himself felt
He didn't know that he had caught it. He just felt that something fell into his hand when he grabbed it in the air with his left hand. It was a branch that was broken by the sword energy. It was a branch less than three feet long.
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However, the next moment, an unusually weird smile appeared on that handsome and extraordinary face. Ye Yinfeng was alerted, and a bad premonition suddenly arose. As soon as the premonition arose, there was a sound coming from behind.
He felt an unspeakable sting, and the sting made his nerves tremble. He didn't look back, his foot slipped, and his body spun like the wind and flew away. Zuo Qingshan used a strange movement technique
From the dazzling and colorful sword light, he teleported behind Ye Yinfeng. The sword light was still there, but the man and the sword had changed places.
The moment Ye Yinfeng swept away, he shook his left hand, and the broken branch in his hand shot silently towards Zuo Qingshan. The broken branch made no sound of breaking the air. With the help of the dark night, the broken branch was shot to Zuo Qingshan silently.
The branch turned into a shadow in the night and arrived in an instant. The broken branch shuttled through Zuo Qingyi's sword light, and suddenly appeared in front of his throat as if passing through a deserted place.
A fatal and dangerous aura burst out, Zuo Qingshan's heart was shaken, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he saw that the broken branch was already a foot away from his throat. The broken branch appeared.
It was silent, and he didn't even notice it with his perception, which made him feel even more awe-inspiring. It was too late to avoid him, and the broken branch missed his throat with a slight movement to one side of his body.
Passed away and melted into the dark night.
Looking at Ye Yinfeng in horror, the sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand trembled slightly. If he hadn't been alert to the danger, he would never have been able to shoot past the broken branch that was aimed at his throat. There was no sound from the shot.
The broken branch didn't even have any fluctuations in energy. He didn't know how Ye Yinfeng did it. As soon as the sword light was withdrawn, the fear in his eyes became more and more intense. Ye Yinfeng actually still had some trump cards that he hadn't used yet.