Chapter 2307: Blue leaf

Swish...wish...wish...wish...
Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, all dressed in purple armor, breathtakingly breathtaking.
Any one of them surpassed the breath of Xia Yiming and Xiao Yi.
"Thirty-three people, all three peaks of the Holy Venerable Realm." Xia Yiming looked around, holding one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
In contrast to Xiao Yi's sword, which has always been placed in the Qiankun ring, Xia Yiming's sword has always been hung around his waist, and the sword does not leave his body.
"The old man advises you not to make any changes." An old saying was calm and cold.
The dozens of purple-clad armored figures around, look more realistic, there are a total of 33 people, and the leader is an old man.
Thirty-three purple-winged troops, all in the same color, the triple peak cultivation base of the Holy Venerable Stage.
Only this old man had definitely reached the late stage of the Holy Venerable Realm, that is, above the seventh stage of the Holy Venerable Realm.
At this time, the old man's voice was not angry and pretentious, causing Xia Yiming's heart to feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.
No, the sense of oppression actually came from all directions, from all the Purple Wings present.
Xia Yiming's eyes condensed, with his strength, it is impossible for a normal Saint Venerable realm triple martial artist to give him a sense of oppression.
"Formation?" Xia Yiming reacted instantly.
"This is a multi-in-one formation? Thirty-three people's breaths are interconnected, and their strengths are connected. Although they seem to have different techniques, methods, and breaths, they are actually one.
And what surprised Xia Yiming the most was that in the hands of the headed old man, there seemed to be an aura that far exceeded his own cultivation.
What Xia Yiming felt from the old man was not just a sense of oppression, but a sense of crisis.
"First buckle up." The old man sneered coldly.
"Yes." The surrounding Purple Wing Army responded, and the two Purple Wing Army walked out quickly while holding the shackles.
"You are presumptuous." Xia Yiming's face was cold.
"Palace Master." Xia Yiming looked at Xiao Yi, "please also give an order to let these dozens of disrespectful people die."
Xia Yiming's hand has gripped the hilt of the sword, and he can draw the sword at any time.
The two purple-winged armies were getting closer, their hands shackled.
At this moment, the woman slowly raised her hand.
The movements of the two Purple Wings came to an abrupt end.
The woman's hand had already been retracted, but at this moment she slowly approached Xiao Yi again.
Those clear eyes looked directly at Xiao Yi.
"Your face is very cold. It is almost the coldest thing I have ever touched. No, it's at the forefront."
The woman said softly.
"Sir, can you let me touch it again?"
There was no malicious intent in the woman's voice, but a trace of questioning in her calm.
"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded.
For some reason, the moment he saw the woman in front of him, his heart felt calm, like a lake of stillness.
The feeling that the heart is as clear as a mirror, and the heart is still as water, makes the whole body comfortable and comfortable.
Upon hearing the words, the woman smiled and stretched out Xiao Yi's hand, moving faster.
Just when Bai Zhe's thin hand was only a minute away from Xiao Yi's face, Xiao Yi's face became cold.
"What?" The woman was puzzled, her hand froze instantly.
Xiao Yi said coldly, "You can touch it, but don't take it too long. I don't like other women touching it for too long."
The woman nodded when she heard the words, "Yes."
Snapped…
The woman's hand lightly rested on Xiao Yi's face.
"What do you want to see?" Xiao Yi asked.
The woman's face was calm, "I want to see why your Excellency is so cold...Huh?"
The woman was talking to herself, but in an instant, her face suddenly changed, her body trembled, and her palms suddenly retracted.
"You..." The woman's calm face disappeared instantly, and she took a step back unconsciously.
Xiao Yi frowned, and almost at this instant, his calm state of mind was instantly shattered.
The calm and mirror-like surface of the lake was instantly fragmented and turned into turbulent waves.
A touch of darkness seemed to have swallowed everything at this moment, including mind... and everything.
"What did you see?" Xiao Yi asked with a frown.
"Goo." The woman swallowed, and Bai Zhe's neck moved slightly and said in a deep voice, "What did I see? Didn't you see something?"
Not waiting for Xiao Yi to speak.
The woman gritted her teeth, "What have you experienced?"
Xiao Yi frowned, "What did the girl see again?"
"Why ask knowingly?" The woman also frowned, but still horrified, "Endless darkness...deeper than the abyss, colder than the netherworld, darker and deeper than the vast night..."
The woman looked at Xiao Yi seriously, "I don't know what it is, and I don't know what your Excellency has experienced."
"But if you don't know it yourself, that's nonsense."
Xiao Yi's heart burst upon hearing the words.
Although he didn't know what was going on, he could be sure that what the woman saw, something appeared in his heart.
"Miss." In the distance, the old man saw the woman's abnormality, his face suddenly cold.
"Two weird guys, let's catch them first."
"No need." The woman turned her head slightly and whispered, "No one can escape my perception. They don't have blue leaf poison on them."
The old man frowned, "Nevertheless, these two people are weird, they just appeared here, one of them yelled at the palace lord again and again."
"Could it be some evil forces and monster organizations hidden in the dark?"
"It's better to deduct them first and seal them up."
"If there is no problem after interrogation, it will not be too late to let them go."
"Do it." The old man snorted coldly.
"Yes." The two Purple Wings who had stopped, responded, and shot immediately.
Two Purple Wings, one on the left and the other on the right, blocked Xiao Yi's retreat, and their shackles attacked Xiao Yi's two.
"You guys are looking for death." Xia Yiming was already killing.
锵...锵...
Two crisp sword sounds.
Xia Yiming didn't draw his sword, but two cold sword auras condensed at his fingertips.
Above the sword aura, the chill is pressing.
Xia Yiming stretched out both hands, fingertips sharp and fast.
Two frost sword auras instantly knocked the two purple wings of the triple pinnacle of the Saint Venerable Realm into flight.
"Huh? Ice storm sword spirit?" The old man in the distance was surprised.
The woman also frowned and looked at Xia Yiming, "Are you from the Ice Palace?"
The woman's eyes were originally on Xiao Yi. At this time, she looked at Xia Yiming carefully, thought about it, and frowned.
"Are you Xia Yiming? Six years ago, when the hermit teacher Xia Yifeng came to my Dongfang home to talk to my father, I met you and you followed the hermit."
"Xia Yiming?" In the distance, a trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the old man.
"Palace lord?" The woman looked at Xiao Yi, "When did the Ice Palace have a palace lord, and still such a young warrior?"
"Is it a fake?" The old man's eyes were cold.
"As everyone knows, the Ice Palace has never had a palace owner since its establishment, let alone such a hairy boy."
The woman shook her head, "The three words Xia Yiming, the sword aura of ice storm, and the sword that has been unwilling to pull out easily from her waist, can't be impersonated."
"If there is a palace owner in the Ice Palace, it means that the Ice Venerable heritage has reappeared, and the Ice Venerable lineage finally has a leader."
"Venerable Ice, one of the six sages of the Yanlong Dragon, has an inheritor, and it is the one in front of him.
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