The word says: "
Don't envy the wealth and honor in the world, practice and understand the mountains and rivers. Before the immortals could stop fighting, how could they lie down drunk in the garden?
I had no intention of fighting, but there were many enemies. Even if Taoism makes great waves, I will cut through it with one sword. "
The general trend gathered over the God of War Valley, and the fairy clouds spread across the sky. Nine peak disciples gathered on the surrounding cloud platform, and a Tao force condensed.
On the battlefield, Ye Ling and Qin Yuanlang stood face to face, their Taoist power secretly coming, and their fighting spirit rising.
Qin Yuanlang said coldly: "Ye Ling, you and I must understand our grudges today. Watch me completely suppress you in front of the Nine Peaks disciples!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yuanlang's Taoist power was activated, and the fire around him was raging. A huge furnace suddenly appeared above his head, burning the void.
"Suffer death!"
The cauldron hit Ye Ling with the avenue of fire, unstoppable.
Ye Ling's sword eyebrows were high, and his sharp energy suddenly rose, sweeping in all directions.
The next moment, the sound of sword chants rose into the sky, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and fell down, the sword energy flowing horizontally.
This sword contains the supreme sword intention, and it seems to have the power to create the world, and it strikes like a devastation.
"boom--"
The two avenues collided in mid-air, immediately setting off a violent wave of wind and air that swayed around and shook the void.
The cauldron that Qin Yuanlang was proud of made a crisp sound, and then a crack exploded, and the remaining lines slowly expanded, almost completely collapsing.
Qin Yuanlang coughed out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees, seriously injured.
This cauldron is his natal Taoist tool. When it is prosperous, it will be prosperous, when it is damaged, it will be damaged. The same energy connects the branches. Ye Ling had already chopped it apart once on the Red Fire Peak, destroying countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures before it could be repaired. Now that it has collapsed again, it may take a lot of trouble to recover.
In addition, Qin Yuanlang's two defeats by Ye Ling have cast a lifelong shadow on him, and his Taoist heart has become dusty. If there is no release, the future will be unpredictable.
When the onlookers around saw this scene, they started talking about it:
"He actually defeated Qin Yuanlang with one sword. After all, Qin Yuanlang is a master of Red Fire Peak, but he is so vulnerable to Ye Ling!"
"It's only been a little while, but Ye Ling has grown so horribly. Could it be that the people in the Qingyou Realm in the sect are difficult to fight against?"
"It seems that he can compete with the leaders of other peaks!"
"..."
On this side, the corners of Lei Ming's mouth raised slightly, and he clenched his fist unconsciously, with a fighting spirit shining in his eyes.
On the other side, Xu Lonely Chen was holding a wine jar and drinking, his eyes never falling on the battle platform, and he didn't seem to care about it.
Elsewhere, Meng Peiran smiled and said to Wang Zijin: "With Ye Ling's fighting power, Brother Wang may have a hard time regaining his face!"
Lan Gongyue heard this and looked at Wang Zijin. Wang Zijin pretended to be calm, waving his fan and said, "Brother Meng, how could you underestimate me so much? If we meet him later, I will definitely suppress him!"
After finishing speaking, Wang Zijin caught a glimpse of Lan Gongyue's smiling face from the corner of his eye, and his mood immediately improved.
…
On the platform, the sharp edges all over the sky dissipated. Ye Ling put his sword on his back and said to Qin Yuanlang with a normal expression: "You and I have no grudges at all, and I have no intention of harming you. It's just that the matter has come to this, and there is no regrets. I hope you can get lost. Once you know it’s back, don’t hold on to it anymore, or you’ll never recover.”
After saying that, Ye Ling turned around and left, returning to Yuntai.
"Cough cough cough——"
Qin Yuanlang covered his chest and looked at Ye Ling's back fiercely, his teeth almost shattered.
Regardless of the cause, the two are now sworn enemies, how could they understand each other just by a word. At this moment, Qin Yuanlang only felt filled with hatred!
The faces of the disciples of Red Fire Peak were also ugly. Qin Yuanlang was defeated by Ye Ling's sword, which really made Red Fire Peak lose its face. Even if the previous hatred was ignored, it was enough to add new hatred.
On the high platform, Meng Guangyang laughed loudly: "I didn't expect Ye Xiaozi to have such fighting power. I see that his sword intention is pure and his sharpness is superb. No wonder he can defeat Huo Yun!"
As soon as these words came out, Hao Yue, Song Rui, Wang Muhua and other peak masters all looked slightly moved, and their eyes unconsciously glanced at Wang Chunyang.
Wang Chunyang is dressed in a bright red Taoist robe, with a long Taoist rhyme, surrounded by the blazing sun, which is unfathomable.
After hearing Meng Guangyang's words, Wang Laodao's beard and hair were waving, and he almost had an attack. He was not a fool. He brought two disciples back for careful questioning that day, and he knew there was a fraud in them.
But now that the case is unresolved, Meng Guangyang's repeated mention of the matter is obviously fanning the wind and igniting a will-o'-the-wisp.
On the other side, Chen Yan didn't pay attention at all, he just smiled slightly and said to himself: "This kid's sword is still far from good!"
There were dozens more fierce battles on the battlefield, and in the end there were more than forty people left. These more than forty people are all outstanding people in Jiufeng, far ahead of their peers, and they have a bright future ahead of them.
On the mid-air God of War list, two names were revealed one after another: "Ye Ling! Wang Zijin!"
Wang Zijin frowned. He didn't expect that his prediction came true and he was actually grouped with Ye Ling.
Lan Gongyue said: "Zijin, don't let me down!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Zijin stood up gracefully and said, "Wait until I teach him a lesson for you!" After saying that, he was seen gently swinging his folding fan, stepping on the void, and took a few steps to the fighting platform, floating in the world, untainted by fine dust.
Wang Zijin's profound cultivation and handsome appearance made the female disciples of Qingyu Peak's hearts flutter and their faces turn red. Someone actually spoke up to cheer him up, which made many other male Taoist priests of the Seven Lineages envious.
Ye Ling remained calm and composed and walked slowly to the stage.
Their eyes met, and a fierce feeling filled Ye Ling's heart. In the Demonic City that day, Wang Zijin did have murderous intentions towards him. Ye Ling will never show mercy to such an enemy, and the disciples of Scarlet Fire Peak in the Demon Saint Tomb are an example!
Wang Zijin looked at Ye Ling and sneered: "On that day, there was a noble person in the Demon City who rescued you. Today I will definitely destroy your cultivation and destroy your Dao foundation!"
Ye Ling didn't answer, the wooden sword behind him kept trembling, and he almost broke free.
Half-suspended in the air, the disciple from the previous generation shouted: "Start!"
Ye Ling's eyes flashed, his figure shone like lightning, and he rushed towards Wang Zijin.
"bass--"
The sound of sword chants cut through the sky, and the sword energy all over the sky burst out from one point, sweeping across the entire world in an instant. A silver-white sword light slashed forward, breaking the sound barrier!
Wang Zijin's face darkened, and the Mysterious Golden Avenue soared into the sky. The golden Dao Qi in the sky came over and competed with the edge of the sword.
Wang Zijin struck out a palm with his backhand, and the palm print solidified in front of itself. The mysterious golden avenue covered it, and he punched out in the air, destroying everything!
The sword energy collided with the palm print, making the sky collapse and the earth collapse, and the void collapsed.
Among the smoke and dust, a figure flashed across. Ye Ling's whole body was surrounded by sword intent, as if he was a sword blade, sharp and sharp.
"But the light of the firefly dares to make mistakes!"
Wang Zijin shouted loudly, waved his sleeve, and held out a golden sword. The Taoist charm of the blade is flowing, and the black gold energy is rich and dense, as if there is an edge constantly spreading out.
"cut!"
The golden sword rose several feet in height and slashed down towards Ye Ling. The sharp edge of the sword broke through the void and created huge waves.
"It's tangible but not real, how can it be sharp!"
Ye Ling's eyes widened. On the wooden sword, the innate energy turned into sword light, causing ripples around it.
The next moment, Ye Ling stepped forward with a wooden sword in his hand. The sharp energy burst out of his body and struck out three swords in a row, each one faster than the other.
The three sword energy merged into one, cutting through the void as if to create the world, and there was a thunderous sound all around.
The edge of the sword quickly surrounded the golden sword, and the edge of the sword energy around the golden sword was easily wiped out.
Wang Zijin practiced the Xuanjin Dao, and these sharp edges were just the Dao itself, not deliberate practice, so he was completely vulnerable to the sharp edges of the sword.
Wang Zijin secretly yelled something bad, and immediately his moral power increased greatly. He punched Ye Ling: "War Soldier Fist!"
The Xuanjin Avenue manifested crazily, condensing into eighteen kinds of weapons in the air, including swords, spears, swords, halberds, hooks, hammers, axes, and so on.
Eighteen kinds of weapons are different from each other, but they are connected with the same energy. They are connected by the mysterious golden avenue, suppressing Ye Ling and wrapping them up.
Ye Ling felt that the road was crushing him. Eighteen kinds of weapons were attacking from all directions, and he could not avoid it.
Ye Ling let out a long roar, and the edge of the wooden sword shook violently. He cast the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique almost instantly, and the wooden sword and Ye Ling made a clanging sound.
"break!"
Ye Ling struck out eight swords in a row, falling in all directions. The sword energy surged out from the sharp edge of the wooden sword, and from Ye Ling himself, a general trend of swordsmanship was also generated, which rippled around.
In mid-air, the golden sword was ground down by the sword energy and the black gold Dao energy, completely crushed and scattered.
Wang Zijin was shaken, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He hurriedly suppressed it with Dao power, but he failed to explode.
On this side, eight strands of sharp sword energy carry the general momentum of the sword, crushing the surrounding air, creating a continuous wave, causing the eighteen weapons around him to tremble continuously, as if they will collapse at any time, allowing Ye Ling to break through the restraints.
"Die!"
Wang Zijin shouted loudly, and the Xuanjin Avenue poured into the military formation like a river. Immediately, the power of the golden Dao Qi increased greatly and suppressed it towards the center.
The expression of the disciple of the previous generation who was responsible for guarding changed greatly, and he was about to take action to stop him, but it was already too late.
Ye Ling had a thought in his mind, grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and refused to take a step back!
