"You have this ability, what can you do to fight with Senior Brother Yan, do you think you are worthy of Nangong Xianchen?" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zuo Qingshan's eyes, and he struck at Ye Yinfeng in a cold voice. And the tone of the four words Nangong Xianchen is incomparably heavy. There was a monstrous hatred in that tone, as if the person Zuo Qingshan hated the most was Nangong Xianchen, and because of Nangong Xianchen, he transferred all this anger to Ye Yinfeng.

"Whether you are worthy or not, people who don't need the Firmament Gate, Yan Longxing and you are just leaning on the mountain of the Firmament Gate, which is the Firmament Gate, what are you. The Firmament Gate has given you so many cultivation resources, even a fool can reach this realm. The martial cultivators of the world thought that you had cultivated to the Near-Heaven Realm, and everyone praised your talent, but if it wasn't for the strong resources of the Firmament Gate, how high would your cultivation be. The iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand rang out, and he shot back coldly.

Naturally, he didn't hear Zuo Qingshan's words with incomparable hatred, he only knew that Zuo Qingshan's strength at this time was shocking, at least in the realm of the near heavens, or in the realm of the heavens. He also felt the other party's strong killing intent, this killing intent carried a monstrous anger, he knew that he and the Firmament Gate were in an endless situation, and he was not afraid. Zuo Qingshan or Yan Longxing, although he has a sense of frustration in his heart that his own strength is insufficient, but the persistence in his heart is extremely firm.

"Do you think that there is only these in the Firmament Gate, the Firmament Gate is far away and you imagine that it is even more terrifying, and the world knows the four great ancient martial arts sects in the world. But you know that the background of the Firmament Gate is far from being comparable to the other three major sects. And our disciples of the Firmament Sect are far from the strength you know. You're just quick to speak, and after you see the true strength of the Firmament Gate, maybe you don't even have the qualifications to be an ant in front of the Firmament Gate. A hint of playfulness flashed in Zuo Qingshan's eyes, and he said coldly.

"Having said so much, it's just to show your sense of superiority, I've killed all the elders of the Firmament Gate, not to mention a few disciples. You want to kill me so much, it's just that you're afraid that I will destroy the alliance between the Firmament Gate and the Linglong Valley, and the powerful Firmament Gate actually has to connect with other sect alliances, this is the terrifying strength you are talking about, and the Firmament Gate is just a relatively large ant under the sky. ”

"Sharp teeth, it's just a quick tongue, whether you kill or not really has nothing to do with the Sky Gate, it's just the selfish wishful thinking of my Zuo Qingshan. Do you think a tiger cares about an ant, even if the ant is in the way of the tiger, the tiger can't even see. The long sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand condensed like a brilliant light, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"If you want to kill, come on, see if you have the ability, I, Ye Yinfeng, am not scared." Ye Yinfeng felt a little surprised when he heard this, he raised his sword eyebrows and sneered. The other party's words were naturally reasonable, but he still didn't understand why Zuo Qingshan was determined to kill himself, and how much it had to do with Yan Longxing, he couldn't understand it for a while.

For a long time, he knew that someone in the Firmament Gate wanted to kill him, and he had also killed the elders or disciples of the Firmament Gate, he thought that this was the determination of the Firmament Gate, but when he heard Zuo Qingshan's words at this time, there were bursts of doubts in his heart. The Firmament Gate should be about to arrive in Linglong Valley, the season of spring is the time when the two factions are married, and he knows that if he can't stop this marriage, then he will really lose Nangong Xianchen.

"I hope you have the same sword in your hand as you are, and I hope you don't let me down." Zuo Qingyi calmly raised the slender sword in his hand. The sword suddenly flowed out

The brilliance is like a divine sword breaking out of the darkness, and the sword is even more condensed with stinging energy, the sword is brilliant and gorgeous, and the bright light is dazzling and locked, which makes people can't help but feel palpitations.

Zuo Qingshan finally began to show his strongest side, it is said that the Firmament Gate collected all the famous swords in the world, and ranked them accordingly, and rated the top ten famous swords of the Firmament Gate. Although the 'Ningguang' sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand ranked lower among the top ten famous swords in the Firmament Gate, in his hand, its power was no less than that of the top three of the top ten famous swords. If the sword chooses the right sword, the power will definitely be vividly displayed.

Although the name of 'Ningguang' was not loud, the name of Zuo Qingshan was resounding throughout the martial arts cultivation world, and Ye Yinfeng finally felt an irresistible pressure rushing towards him. He slowly raised the iron sword in his hand, and the Tai Halal Qi in the dantian gushed out, running like a rolling river in every meridian acupuncture point in his body. The tall body looked handsome as the breath soared.

There is no blade, but the iron sword still emits bursts of battle intent and a long groan, maybe the bladeless iron sword felt the resolute battle intent in Ye Yinfeng's chest, and the sword sound of the chant like a phoenix rippled away, and the night miasma that permeated the enveloped was like a piece of rotten cloth, and it was stirred up into chaos under the sword qi provoked by the trembling sound of the iron sword, and the sword length crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and the dark miasma retreated in all directions like a tide.

It was not only Ye Yinfeng who was awe-inspiring in battle, but the sword with brilliant light emitted a deep groan like a tsunami breaking through a wall. The brilliant light of the condensing sword body became more and more dazzling, and the agitated light turned into ten thousand dazzling lights, and the ghostly miasma was even more instantaneous. A silent battle seemed to have started between the two, the two condensed the true qi around them and stood against each other, Zuo Qingshan's true qi was as majestic as the sea, and Ye Yinfeng's true qi was long and profound, and different qi erupted wantonly from the two-for-tat long swords.

With a crisp groan of "Zheng", Ye Yin's wind moved, and at the moment when Ye Yin's wind moved, Zuo Qingshan's shirt also moved. The bladeless iron sword shot like a ghostly light, and the gorgeous sword waved like a stream, the two figures dispersed as soon as they merged, and after a string of sparks splashed around, the two turned around and swirled, the sword light flashed like a flying star, and there were a few rays of ghostly light hidden in the dazzling light, and the brilliant light was weak, the ghostly light rose sharply, and the sound of swords echoed and sounded.

Layers of miasma roared around them and dispersed, bursting out inch by inch, while the ghostly sword shadow was curling and breaking and closing and bursting. Two equally young faces with very different expressions, one murderous and the other angry. The sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand is getting faster and faster, the beads of sweat on Ye Yinfeng's forehead are getting denser and denser, his killing intent is awe-inspiring, he is angry, and the stubborn tearing is divided and combined, and for a while, the leaves are flying like rain, and a trace of miasma finally finds a gap and drills in, but it is twisted by the two sword qi that collide.

The iron sword in his hand was like a sword of Chongyue, but the sword of Zuo Qingshan was like the water of the sea, and Chongyue struck towards the surging with the momentum of collapse. The vigorous sword light aroused was like a rippling wave, and the branches around them finally could not bear the sharp destruction, the branches and leaves were broken, and the stumps and fallen leaves were like dances.

The sword light condensed again, the ghostly light appeared again, the brilliant light rose and rose, and the silk-like ghostly light continued to rise, and the eyes of the two conjured up the sword shadow in each other's hands. The expressions on their faces also calmed down in that moment, only the sword in the other's hand seemed to have become their biggest rival in life. Ye Yinfeng stepped on the footwork of 'Seven Stars Chasing the Moon', his posture shuttled like the wind, and his figure turned sharply like starlight.

And the left green shirt is also elegant

A leaf of duckweed follows the waves, the handsome figure like jade and the brilliant sword light, he is the sword fairy who walks on the waves on the sea. The two of them have their own strengths, but the speed of the two is also difficult to distinguish between high and low, and the swordsmanship of the two is even between one blow and one block, both of them have learned in their lives, one is determined to kill, and the other is also merciless.

Ye Yinfeng's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and the gravity from the iron sword became heavier and heavier, and every time he struck, the pressure from the opponent's sword was like a wave. The opponent's internal force seemed to be as inexhaustible as the majestic and boundless sea, and his wrist trembled lightly. The brilliance of the light had not weakened, but the glow of the bladeless iron sword was a little shorter, and the Tai Qing Halal Qi in his body began to show signs of weakness, which made his heart sink slightly.

Zuo Qingshan's style was light, the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker, the arc of his mouth rose greater, there seemed to be no sword shadow in the brilliant light, and the white clothes that were victorious were also slowly melting in front of Ye Yinfeng's eyes. Although there was a slight awakening in his heart, Ye Yinfeng's mind was unusually clear, and he knew that he had to stay calm at this life-and-death juncture, even if it was a small flaw, he had to seize it tightly.

The beads of sweat on his forehead became denser and denser, but the iron sword swing in Ye Yinfeng's hand began to slow down, and he stretched out his left hand slightly. The left hand grabbed the void in the dark jungle, he didn't know that he had grabbed it, he only felt that under the void grasp of his left hand, an object fell into his hand, but it was a branch that was broken by the sword qi, it was a branch less than three feet long.

With a "swoop", a colorful sword light swept across Ye Yinfeng's chest, only to see a bright red wound left on his blue shirt. The blood splashed like peach blossoms, but Ye Yinfeng stared at the gorgeous sword light and the handsome and extraordinary face without blinking at those resolute eyes. The iron sword quickly drew a large circle on his chest, and the sword qi that was interlocked with silk blocked the brilliant sword ray.

However, the next moment, an unusually strange smile appeared on that handsome and extraordinary face, and Ye Yinfeng felt a warning in his heart, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared. As soon as the premonition rose, there was an indescribable tingling pain in his back, which made his nerves freak. He didn't look back, his feet slipped and he made a mistake, and his body swirled like the wind and swept away. Zuo Qingyi teleported from the dazzling sword to Ye Yinfeng's back with a strange figure, the sword was still there, but the man and the sword had already changed positions.

The moment Ye Yinfeng swept away, his left hand shook, and the break in his hand shot silently towards Zuo Qingyi, and the broken branch did not have any sound of breaking air. With the help of the dark night, the broken branch turned into a shadow of the night, and arrived in an instant, and the broken branch shuttled through the sword light of Zuo Qingyi, like passing through no one's land, and suddenly appeared in front of his throat.

A deadly and dangerous aura burst out, Zuo Qingshan's heart shook, his pupils shrank slightly, and only then did he see that the broken branch was already a foot away from his throat. The broken branch appeared silently, and he didn't even notice it with his senses, which made his heart even more awe-inspiring. It was too late to dodge, and the slight side of his body, the broken branch and his throat, disappeared in a flash, and melted into the dark night.

Looking at Ye Yinfeng in shock, the sword in Zuo Qingshan's hand trembled slightly, if it weren't for his vigilance of danger, he wouldn't have been able to shoot through the broken branch that shot at his throat. There was no sound of broken branches, even if there was not even a fluctuation of qi, he didn't know how Ye Yinfeng did it. As soon as the sword light was closed, the jealousy in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and Ye Yinfeng actually had unfinished hole cards.

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