Vol 9 Chapter 379: The gap is obvious

Mei Yinxue's face was a little pale, and although she didn't think it was right, the duel could not be stopped.
The heavens and the earth suddenly changed color.
got windy.
The blooming flower in my hand was blown off by the howling wind.
Yan Mantian's petals drifted colorfully, sliding across Ye Qingxuan's clothes, blowing Jiang Qiubai opposite.
Humph.
The petals are not here, Jiang Qiuba snorted, and the world was frozen.
A few petals leaped to the forefront, and the gorgeous color was covered by the frost at once, and became a thin borneol.
Cold air rolled up.
花瓣 The petals in the air were blown back in an instant, with sky frost, spreading in the direction of Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, facing the messy petals next to her, flicking her fingers!
咻
A touch of pale pink petals with a fragrant fragrance, like the sharpest hidden weapon in the world, instantly came to Jiang Qiubai's eyes.
Jiang Qiubai's eyes flashed with sharp light, and his body remained motionless. He just urged his guardian to hold his breath, and immediately laid a thick ice wall in front of him.
Huh!
淡 That piece of pale pink petals smashed into pieces on the ice wall instantly.
With only a scent of fragrance left in the air, it is difficult for traces of petals to exist.
Zhan's color bloomed in the corner of Jiang Qiubai's mouth, but he had not opened his mouth to speak, and his smile was frozen.
His white and flawless cheeks showed a scar, and a little blood slowly dripped from the wound ...
Yu Xin's hand wiped on the cheek, the frost covered the wound, and the blood no longer flowed, but Jiang Qiubai looked deeply at the red on his fingertips, and the murderous power in his eyes was uncontrollable.
In the past ten years, no one in the world could hurt him.
Ye Qingxuan ...
I cannot forgive.
锵
Qingshuang sword out of the sheath.
He is just a mighty sword, and the sky is white for a moment.
Wu Mei Yinxue sighed into frost, and could not help showing a hint of shock.
This Jiang Qiubai's control of the frosty qi is actually more powerful than his own control at the peak of the year. He has reached the level of Xiaocheng, which can control the cold in the world. If his qi can one day communicate with the world, Mastering the rule of the cold, the last step from the broken void is in sight.
清 Ye Qingxuan also showed a trace of respect for Jiang Qiubai ’s devotional power, but unfortunately, the other party ’s control of the coldest place in the world relied more on the blue frost sword in his hand.
If he can give up his sword and freeze the world with purely divine thoughts, then he will realize the supreme power of the law.
Raise the sword in hand, not to show people with the sword.
After Jiang Qiubai pulled out his sword, his figure just stepped forward quickly.
A chill that chilled through the human bones struck Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan backhanded for a moment, I do not know when, palm is full of bright petals, blowing against the cold wind.
The petals fluttered and the cold wind rolled back instantly. From the cold wind through the bones, it turned into a spring breeze.
The petals fluttered up and down in the warm wind, Jiang Qiubai's eyes showed surprise. Those petals seemed messy, but in fact, they contained extremely powerful energy, flying in the sky, without purpose.
Jiang Qiubai tried to intercept several times, but those petals changed direction at the moment he was about to make a shot, making his counterattack instantly empty.
Then the petals of the seven or eight flowers faintly formed a sword array, which stabbed him from all directions.
Jiang Qiubai's eyes widened.
Ye Qingxuan at this time, far from twenty feet away, how did he control the seven petals and attack himself with the technique of sword array?
This is incredible.
Hey, hey!
I have always been confident that the protective ice wall was penetrated by seven petals at the same time, and Jiang Qiubai was surrounded by petals from all sides.
The blue frost sword that was carried in the hands finally moved.
Ding Ding, Ding Ding ...
In his breath, Jiang Qiubai stabbed seventy-two swords, each of which was a slight tremor of the sword's blade, which gave him his most powerful inner strength, and also blocked the seven-petal sword array.
Crackling, crackling ...
Twenty-seven petals all exploded on the tip of his sword, causing his arm veins to swell and pain, and the sword exclaimed.
Is just the most common petal in nature. It even withstood Ye Qingxuan's powerful strength. The Qingshen Excalibur was in his hands, and he almost lost his sword.
For a moment, Jiang Qiubai finally understood that Ye Qingxuan in front of him had completely exceeded his imagination.
Before coming, the seriously injured third uncle "Smiling Dragon" Weng Xiaofei also warned him that he must never fight due to Ye Qingxuan. He said that Ye Qingxuan was a hidden weapon and used conspiracies and tricks easily. .
Now it seems that the third uncle has already seen that he is not Ye Qingxuan's opponent, so to speak is just to be afraid of his impulse, and he loses out.
I was just afraid that Weng Xiaofei didn't realize that his own slander of Ye Qingxuan made Jiang Qiubai look down on Ye Qingxuan even more and insisted on coming to challenge, but he almost suffered a big loss.
Jiang Qiubai gritted his teeth and knew that he was provoking an incident. If there was no beginning or end, it would be a sneer, which would discredit the Kowloon Palace, yelled loudly, and went straight to Ye Qingxuan with a sword, but he gave his life and died.
Who knows, at this time Ye Qingxuan turned slightly and supported Mei Yinxue's arm and went straight.
"Ye Qingxuan-"
Jiang Qiubai hissed, his whole body of gas condensed at the point of the sword, pointing to Ye Qingxuan's vest, all the way forward, all the way frozen.
Seeing that the sword tip was a foot behind Ye Qingxuan in an instant, Mei Yinxue was pale and could not look at Ye Qingxuan in disbelief ...
Ding!
Just as Qing Shuang was about to pierce into Ye Qingxuan's vest ~ EbookFREE.me ~ another magic sword appeared.
Bing Bingyu sword.
Xun and his master Li Daozong lie between Jiang Qiubai's Qingshuang Sword and Ye Qingxuan.
"You have lost. Let ’s go." Li Daozong looked at Jiang Qiubai, who was about the same size as himself, without a touch of tone, and said coldly.
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Qiubai was furious. "Bing Yujian, are you Li Daozong? Alas, the illegitimate son of the sword god, what qualifications do you have for judging? On my list, you have no qualification for the sword at all. "
Li Daozong was unmoved, but just looked at Jiang Qiubai lightly, and said slowly: "If there is dirt in his heart, his sword must be weak. Brother Ye has already broken the law when you are young, and the future is great. I can't bear to spoil you. The foundation. If you know yourself, go back to the wall for three years, wash the dirt in your heart, wait for your sword to be pure, and come again to challenge! "
"Fart, you deserve to teach me? Watch the sword!"
Wu Qingshuang sword circled around, wrapped up all the cold air from heaven and earth, gathered together at the end of the sword, and pierced Li Daozong directly.
Ugh.
"Sword meaning has been lost, in vain." Li Daozong sighed softly, the ice jade sword in his hand blooming in the sky, like the sun without temperature, but blowing all the cold air coming from the wind.
Jiang Qiu stood still in solitude, disheartened.
Li Daozong turned around and followed Ye Qingxuan. Coldly: "Even I can't get through this level, and I'll worry about Ye Qingxuan in the future."