The head looked like a human but not an animal. It was dyed red by blood and exuded a strong smell of blood. The eyes were white in color and very eerie. Staring at Leng Luoxue, Leng Luoxue felt that there was a sound in her mind.
Feeling a sense of fear, my body couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"This guy is probably going to be in trouble."
Zhang Ye sneered and saw Qin Pojun open his mouth and spit out a sound. The head on the blade also opened its mouth and spit out a bloody sword light.
Those sword lights were like fierce knives, blocking out the sky and the sun, killing Leng Luoxue.
"cut!"
Leng Luoxue raised the long sword high and danced. His body was covered by frost, and there were thousands of ice shards. The sword light overlapped and was very gorgeous, forming a sword-qi glacier that stretched across the void.
The bloody sword light shrouded it.
Boom!
The sword energy glacier was easily torn apart by the bloody sword light. Qin Pojun roared angrily, swung the murderous sword one after another, and immediately blasted out again. Leng Luoxue's body immediately retreated like a stream of light, and there was a tingling sensation in his chest, and in his mouth
There was a muffled sound.
Ding!
Dense cracks immediately opened up where the footsteps stepped on. Leng Luoxue retreated more than ten meters before finally stopping, raising his head and looking at Qin Pojun coldly.
"Sure enough, it's still a bit forced."
The eyes of the people in the Qinwu Dynasty were slightly frozen there, all falling on Leng Luoxue.
In these several confrontations, Leng Luoxue was always at a disadvantage. The opponent's sword skills were very strong and were indeed superior to him.
However, this result is still acceptable.
Qin Pojun's cultivation has reached the ninth level of the true way, while Leng Luoxue is only in the late stage of the eighth level of the true way. In terms of cultivation, there is still a gap between the two. Leng Luoxue's defeat is reasonable, and besides, he is only suffering from
There were minor injuries, which shows that the gap between the two is not too big.
puff!
Just when everyone was thinking like this, Leng Luoxue's body suddenly trembled, his head fell down, his mouth opened, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out. The hot blood instantly dyed his body red, making it even more shocking.
What surprised people was that this blood actually contained a strange and evil aura.
Fang Yi immediately stepped forward and carefully inspected Leng Luoxue's injuries. He immediately raised his head and stared at Qin Pojun coldly, with a murderous intent.
"How is the situation?" Lin Guanqi and others also stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"not too good."
Fang Yi's face was gloomy and he replied: "This Qin Pojun's sword light is a bit weird. It actually contains an evil force. Once this force invades the body, it will flow into the Yuan Sea along with the true essence, thus causing extreme damage to the Yuan Sea.
The huge damage is very insidious, Leng Luoxue not only suffered damage to Yuan Hai, but also suffered cracks in her meridians, I am afraid she will not be able to attend the battle of the dynasty."
Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly, and they all stood aside.
The battle of dynasties holds extraordinary significance for every talented young man.
It not only represents strength, but also represents honor and affirmation.
Every talented young man has the goal of training to participate in the Dynasty War, and has trained hard for more than ten years, just to compete with the most outstanding geniuses in the entire continent in the ring, and to show his strength and style.
But now, Leng Luoxue was injured by Qin Pojun and was unable to participate in the battle of the dynasty.
Such cruel news made the hearts of the crowd twitch, and even made Leng Luoxue show a painful expression. Her blood-stained hands were held tightly, full of unwillingness.
"The geniuses of the Qinwu Dynasty are nothing more than this. I really don't know where you got the courage just now to dare to challenge me."
Qin Pojun stared at Leng Luoxue, whose face was full of pain, and uttered a cold voice. Immediately, he stepped back to the place where he was standing just now, his eyes were calm, as if nothing had happened, he was very calm.
But Leng Luoxue's face turned pale, her eyes were red, and she rushed towards Qin Pojun.
But he was seriously injured. As soon as he lifted his steps, his whole body lost his balance and he was about to fall to the ground.
call out!
At this moment, a figure suddenly passed by and caught Leng Luoxue's body.
"Ye Chen?"
Leng Luoxue's eyes trembled suddenly, and she looked at the young man in front of her. A bitter smile spread on her face, and she said painfully: "Are you satisfied now? My Yuan Hai and meridians are damaged, and I can no longer participate in the battle of the dynasty. Now I,
I have lost the face of the Qinwu Dynasty and my own dignity. Are you relieved to see how embarrassed I am now?"
"Why should I feel relieved?"
Ye Chen helped Leng Luoxue up, and the words he spoke made Leng Luoxue's eyes tremble suddenly. He raised his head, only to find that there was no ridicule or ridicule in Ye Chen's dark eyes, but full of affirmation.
color.
"Although you and I have grudges, at this moment, you represent the Qinwu Dynasty, not an individual. When faced with the provocation of the Tianyan Dynasty, you are willing to stand up and defend the majesty of the Qinwu Dynasty.
Whether it is worthy of praise, whether it is victory or defeat, what does it matter?”
As he spoke, Ye Chen put his arm on Leng Luoxue's shoulder, and a burst of sun-fire bloomed, rushing into Leng Luoxue's body, rushing freely through his meridians, and finally directly enveloped the entire Yuan Hai.
"Um?"
Leng Luoxue's eyes narrowed slightly, but she heard Ye Chen say: "Be patient for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Luoxue felt a heartbreaking pain. That pain came from Yuan Hai, from the inside to the outside, as if even his soul was twitching. Even for a genius like him,
He couldn't help but let out bursts of wailing.
But he still gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and endured it.
After a while, the pain disappeared, and Leng Luoxue felt exhausted. Her body collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, and her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
"The evil aura has been completely eliminated from your body. During this period, take a good rest and leave the rest to me."
Ye Chen withdrew the Fire of the Sun, turned around, and strode towards Qin Pojun.
"Ye Chen!"
Leng Luoxue suddenly shouted. Ye Chen stopped and turned his head. He saw a look of hesitation on Leng Luoxue's face. He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "You must be careful, his knife is very strange.
Don’t resist forcefully.”
"Okay." Ye Chen nodded slightly, stepped out, and came directly in front of Qin Pojun.
Looking at the handsome young man with a cold expression in front of him, Qin Pojun licked his lips and said with a hint of provocation in his eyes: "What? Are you finally willing to stand up and help the Qinwu Dynasty regain its face?"
"you are wrong."
Ye Chen shook his head and spat out a cold voice, but the crowd was stunned as they didn't understand what Ye Chen meant.
The corner of Ye Chen's mouth curled up with a cold arc, and he said slowly: "When you fight with Leng Luoxue, you are all representing the dignity of the dynasty. In this way, you will seem too constrained and unable to enjoy yourself to the fullest."
"So, I, Ye Chen, at this moment, in my own name, challenge you Qin Pojun. Do you dare to accept it?"
With a faint voice coming from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen raised his head, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and a thick chill penetrated his body and spread unscrupulously.