Above the silent wilderness, a cold wind howled.

Under the dark night, an invisible prison shrouded the land, and the boundless oppressive atmosphere made people breathless.

Ye Yinfeng held the Panyu Sword in his hand, facing the solemn and cold wind, although his proud body was not majestic, it could also be called quite elegant.

Opposite him was a man dressed in black with a hideous grimace mask on his face, and this person was none other than Yin Yan, one of the twelve ghost envoys of the Nine Shadows Sect. This person's breath is vast and profound, and there is not the slightest breath fluctuation in his body, which shows that this person's internal strength cultivation has reached the realm of returning to the basics, at least it should be the realm of near heaven.

Behind him was a man in black who was also dressed in black, and this person's whole body exuded a strange aura, and the smell of decaying corpses was permeated. He made no secret of the disgusting aura on his body, his ghostly eyes shining green in the dark night.

Behind Ye Yinfeng was Nangong Xianchen, who was dressed in green clothes and fluttering, with a dusty posture, and a shallow smile appeared on his intoxicating peerless face. The reddish cheeks were glowing with a charming glow, like shyness, or like a red color of happiness.

The beautiful light that flowed in her beautiful eyes revealed an undisguised concern for the young man standing proudly in front of her, and the forehead of the mantis was covered with dense beads of fine sweat due to nervousness. A pair of slender jade hands tightly grasped the green silk wrapped around her waist, and she was ready to rescue at any time.

Ye Yinfeng pointed at Yin Yan with the tip of his sword, and said in a deep voice: "The people of the junior are sincerely loved by Yin Yan's predecessors, and they have given the opportunity to compete in the next three moves, and life and death are up to fate within three moves, please." ”

"Okay, bold enough, if you were someone in my sect, it would be great, but it's a pity, please."

The two sides said hello to each other, but the two sides didn't make any moves at the same time, and kept staring at each other silently. There is no distinction between high and low hands in the eyes of both sides. Since Ye Yinfeng said that life and death are fateful, then Yin Yan also attaches great importance to this young man, and if he can say such atmospheric words, in addition to his extraordinary courage, the other party must have some outstanding martial arts secret skills, otherwise no one will joke with his life.

The gazes of the two sides began to focus together, and suddenly, a cold wind rose and rushed towards the two people who were staring at each other from afar.

The wind swept in, and the two people who stood at each other suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the other spectators were even more shocked in their hearts, both worried about their own people and secretly surprised by the elusive body of the enemy person.

Ye Yinfeng put away the Panyu Sword when the gust of wind first rose, he didn't want to expose his hole cards too early.

When the wind rose, he followed the wind and stepped out of the seven-star footwork, and his body shot towards Yin Yan like a long arrow that could tear through the ink-like night, and the roll was a momentum like a rainbow. Before the figure reached the front of Na Yin, he stretched out his palms and slapped a roaring wave of breath and surged towards the other party.

But Yin Yan seemed to have expected the other party to have this move, and his body was like a ghost, like a duckweed, rising and falling with the strength of the opponent's attack.

One attacked like a rainbow, while the other was like a fallen leaf floating in the wind, this was just a temptation, and the two had a new conclusion on each other's strength, although this is still the first move, but this first move is not finished.

The blue-shirted figure with a momentum like a storm waved his palms, and his palms were glowing with a faint purple and blue aura. However, his opponent's body changed like a ghost, and the black figure dissolved into the inky night, and the extremely strange figure sometimes disappeared into the night.

Whenever this black figure appears, it will be rolled with a breath that makes people feel even more dizzy, and that breath makes people can't help but have palpitations. This breath did not have any smell, as if it was a terrible ghost condensed under the night.

Ye Yinfeng is no longer yesterday's Ye Yinfeng, as soon as he runs too halal qi, the feeling of dizziness is immediately dispersed like too halal qi destroying and decaying.

Yin Yan's palms continued to change various palm styles, slapping towards the opponent's whole body, and at the same time, the palm condensed was his life's special true qi, as long as an ordinary martial artist touched the slightest touch, he would immediately fall to the ground and bleed, and finally turn into a puddle of black water. And the young man in front of him has nothing to do, although his cultivation is far inferior to his own, but this young man's internal strength is so deep that it should not be underestimated.

The solemn gazes of both sides were intertwined again, the black shadow couldn't help but flicker, and the blue shadow also took a strange step, and a purple and blue palm qi flashed between his palms and shrouded the black shadow.

The four palms couldn't stop waving and flying, and the purple and green qi and the black qi formed two insurmountable qi powers, sometimes weaving, sometimes flowing around.

"The first move, Devil May Cry in the Forest." , Yin Yan suddenly breathed up all over his body, and endless Sen Luo Devil Cry Qi burst out from his palm.

Suddenly, Ye Yinfeng only felt as if he was trapped in countless ghosts, and those ghosts turned into life-seeking skeletons and pounced on him with hideous eyes.

The aura of the ghost was endless, and the terrifying aura of Senluo's ghost prison spread everywhere, and the black aura turned into a Shura Yaksha, stabbing at him with a fierce wind.

The cold light of the Shura Yaksha shimmered, and the hideous ghost skeletons roared in, just like the hell forest hall in the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng took a deep breath, and looked at these Yama ghosts that were attacking him with a calm face, and his palms did not stop moving.

I saw that his palms were intertwined, and the purple and cyan aura became thicker and thicker, and a devastating aura suddenly took shape in his palms.

At the moment of this calcium carbide fire, Ye Yinfeng pushed with both palms, and the purple and cyan gas turned into a dragon out of the sea and slammed into the black aura of the forest prison ghost.

"Boom" a loud sound, like a thunderbolt resounding over this lonely wilderness,

The surrounding aura was chaotic, and the dead trees that had been swept by the strong aura immediately broke off one after another, and the dead branches that had long been rotted were also swept away by the strong wind and turned into bursts of powder, which were immediately dispersed by the cold wind.

After that loud noise, after the sand and rocks flew on the ground, the two figures gradually appeared.

"Rub, rub, rub." , Ye Yinfeng only felt that the incomparably thick qi rushed straight towards him, and although the palm qi he sent out resisted the attack issued by Na Yinfeng, his internal strength cultivation was still a little inferior. So much so that he was still hit by the other party's energy, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

There was a burst of blood churning in his chest, and a mouthful of hot blood rushed straight to his throat, which was suppressed by him strongly, and his solemn gaze carried a trace of awe-inspiring desperation. Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but stabilize his shaking body, and the fierce light in his star eyes lit up again, burning like a little fire, and the raging battle intent began to spread to his whole body.

He needed a hard battle to hone himself across the border, and this battle happened to be his first battle in the Sanqing Realm.

Although it was still a challenge, the burning battle intent in Ye Yinfeng's heart gradually became stronger, and the churning blood made the blood boil all over his body.

The black figure in front of him stood calmly, with a pair of ghostly eyes like two ghosts lurking in the secluded forest.

Yin Yan smiled and said, "Yes, if you can block the old man's first move, it seems that you have the qualifications to continue the competition between us." Next, the old man will take out eighty percent of his skills, you have to be careful. ”

"Shame, go ahead." Ye Yinfeng forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi, and shouted in a deep voice, not giving the other party any face at all.

When he heard this, the light in his eyes became thicker and thicker, this arrogant young man didn't give him face at all, and he couldn't help but be angry with such outrageous words, and the killing in his heart became more and more uncontrollable, and he was about to explode.

"Okay, very good, I hope you can take the old man's second move, and it's not too late to be arrogant."

Yin Yan did not vent his anger, but said in an extremely calm tone.

As soon as the words fell, his figure turned into countless ghost shadows and shrouded Ye Yinfeng, and suddenly, the shadow of this ghost shadow shook all around the heaven and earth, and the terrifying aura swept towards Ye Yinfeng like a storm.

Ye Yinfeng, who was standing quietly, looked at each other, every figure was similar to the breath of that Yin Yan, and for a while he couldn't tell which one was the real body of that Yin Yan, the other party changed too fast, it was so fast that he was dazzled.

A golden brilliance that soared into the sky suddenly burst out of Ye Yinfeng's hand, and he had already shown the Panyu Sword that Nangong Xianchen had lent him. At this time, if he doesn't show this sword, he will soon fall into the countless ghosts of the other party, and if he is not careful, he will be taken advantage of by the other party.

The faint golden brilliance was like the twinkling starlight under the dark night, illuminating Ye Yinfeng's eyes brightly.

He stood with his sword in his hand, like a proud green pine that would never fall in the cold wind, his steady posture, and his fierce gaze kept sweeping around.

Suddenly, a burst of energy burst through the air and shot straight at his vest with a heart palpitating ghostly crying momentum. Immediately sensing that the crisis was coming, the soft sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand turned into golden sword flowers and swept away behind him, the golden light mixed with a cyan halo, and the thunderous momentum exploded behind him.

"Zheng!" With the sound of metal colliding, Ye Yinfeng danced the soft sword in his hand, stepped on the seven-star footwork under his feet, and kept changing his posture, he had already turned around and faced the attacking Yin Yan head-on.

I saw that Yin Jian was holding a dark long sword in his hand, and his whole body was pitch black, just like this dark night. The long sword with a dark body was slightly longer than the soft sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand, but the sword body was even narrower, and the narrow sword body and the slightly longer sword body seemed to be a little incongruous, which made people feel that it was extremely weird.

With a miss, Yin Yan immediately changed his figure, and the dark long sword in his hand danced again, but it was difficult to see the trajectory of the sword's swing. The dark long sword flickered left and right, light and heavy, and the swordsmanship used by Yin Yan was even more strange, and the aura of Sen Ran let out a howl like a ghost.

The infinitely terrifying ghost aura burst out from this dark long sword, making people feel as if they were trapped in countless unjust souls, and the fierce ghosts with teeth and claws spitting out their long crimson tongues swept towards Ye Yinfeng.

As soon as the golden light of the soft sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand came into contact with the endless ghost qi, it was like a spark swaying in the biting cold wind, and it could be overwhelmed by this endless ghost qi at any time.

"Be careful, this is the Nine Shadows Sect Holy Sword 'Devil May Cry Hades Sword'", seeing the dark long sword that Yin Yan took out, Nangong Xianchen immediately reminded when she saw this, and after reminding her, she was also secretly anxious. Although she recognized this sword, so far, she didn't know what the weakness of this sword was, and she didn't know if Ye Yinfeng could withstand the attack of the evil sword.

Hearing such a strange sword name, Ye Yinfeng was also secretly surprised in his heart, he only felt that waving the Panyu Sword in his hand began to gradually become difficult, but he didn't know why, as for this sword, he had never heard of it.

The dark long sword was like a terrifying ghost thorn in the vast night, and a few black rays shot straight towards the major points in Ye Yinfeng's body.

However, the golden brilliance in Ye Yinfeng's hand was getting dimmer and dimmer, and he kept swinging this sword to resist the black sword that came from the cold light.

There was another screeching sound of metal, and the second move of the two had entered the stage of incandescent use, and neither of them had the upper hand.

The situation began to be unfavorable to Ye Yinfeng, because he felt that this weird "Devil May Cry Hades Sword" could not help but absorb the brilliance of the jade sword in his hand, and every time the sword body was staggered, the brilliance of the jade sword in his hand would be reduced by one point. This sword was lent to him by Nangong Xianchen

, he couldn't tolerate half a loss of the jade sword in his hand, so that he had some rat throwers, and he didn't dare to use it with all his strength, let alone collide with the opponent's dark long sword.

For a while, the two of them froze, and the endless ghost aura filled the field, and the soft sword that emitted golden brilliance couldn't help but avoid colliding with the dark long sword, and Ye Yinfeng avoided the opponent's attack every time with his exquisite seven-star footwork. After a long time, there was no benefit to Ye Yinfeng, on the contrary, he was gradually falling behind.

"The second move, the five ghosts kill the gods." Yin Jian saw that it was difficult to gain from a long battle, so he shouted, and with a slash of the dark sword, suddenly, the howling cold wind was like a freeze, and the terrifying ghostly aura everywhere surged out like a tide.

The five ghosts wrapped around countless lonely souls and wild ghosts let out a long groan of endless horror, and with a bloody fierce color, they came towards Ye Yinfeng.

These were all the true qi that Yin Yan had entered, and through the dark long sword, it turned into bursts of god-killing breath, and it was overwhelming and rolled out of endless darkness.

Ye Yinfeng's face was shocked, he had never seen such a swordsmanship, and for a moment, he only felt that his body was imprisoned, and his whole body couldn't move for half a minute.

The endless ghost aura around him rolled in with a bloody aura, and Ye Yinfeng watched as five giant ghost shadows with hideous faces swept towards him.

But his whole body couldn't move for half a minute, and for a while, the Panyu Sword that emitted golden brilliance was frozen in mid-air by him.