The corners of Yang Ye's mouth flashed with disdain, is this a dog jumping off the wall in a hurry? Regardless of Mo whispering, he reached out and held the ancient sheath in his hand, and suddenly felt a burst of coldness when he entered it, and after a closer look, he found that the body of this ancient sheath was painted with several black traces like lightning striking, and other than that, the ancient sheath was not outstanding!

Seeing that Yang Ye ignored himself, Mo Qingyu, who was surrounded by the qi sword, turned even more hideous, the eightfold sword intent was exerted to the peak, and the artistic conception of the eightfold wind was also exerted to the peak, under the blessing of the two, the cyan whirlwind around it rotated faster and faster, and finally a small tornado was formed, and the thousands of cyan swords spun together with this cyan tornado, and the two were completely fused together!

Seeing this scene, countless mysteries in the field were secretly shocked, although this Mo whisper was given up by the ancient sheath, but this strength is still not to be underestimated!

If nothing else, with this trick, there are few people in the field who can take it!

Yang Ye also set his eyes on Mo Qingyu, looking at the power created by Mo Qingyu, Yang Ye had to admit that this Mo Qingyu's strength was still very terrifying, although he didn't know what level of mystic skill Mo Qingyu was using now, but, judging from that power, it was definitely not weak to the lower grade of the Heavenly Rank!

Especially with the blessing of the eightfold sword intent and the artistic conception of the eightfold wind, the power of this sword skill has increased many times!

But so what? What is he afraid of?

Holding the ancient sheath in his hand, the small whirlpool of Yang Ye spun violently, and in an instant, countless lilac mysterious qi surged from the small whirlpool along the meridians of his whole body from the ancient sheath, and the ancient sheath suddenly burst out with a brilliant sword light, and the sword light scattered in all directions, shooting out within a few zhang range around Yang Ye, and countless dense and small sword holes were suddenly revealed on the ground!

With a thought, the Netherworld Ghost Fire flashed out, wrapping the ancient sheath, and the temperature in the field instantly became hot.

Seeing the Netherworld Ghost Fire, the faces of Mo Ke and Soul You became solemn again, and there was a trace of imperceptible jealousy in the depths of their eyes!

Luo Xue on the side also had a dignified look in his eyes, but he was more curious, because with his identity, he didn't even know the origin of Yang Ye, a spiritual thing in heaven and earth!

"I don't know if it's because this mysterious flame is strong or if my Qingyun Purple Lightning is strong!" Luo Xue chuckled and said in a low voice.

"Sword Wind Whirlwind!"

At this moment, Mo whispered in the field, and then, the cyan tornado carried thousands of energy cyan qi swords and shot out, the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already come to Yang Ye's body, as for the power, the power can only be described as terrifying, because where the cyan tornado passed, the space was violently turbulent, and even, in some places, it was faintly distorted!

Yang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, his wrist turned slightly, his right foot stepped suddenly, and the black fire scabbard in his hand burst out like a cannonball, during the burst of fire, Yang Ye's eyes flashed with color, and the mysterious qi in his body gushed out wildly, pouring into the Netherworld Ghost Fire and Ancient Sheath, and then swirled violently against the terrifying cyan wind!

As soon as the ancient sheath came into contact with the cyan wind scroll cyan energy qi sword, the ghostly ghost fire above the ancient sheath suddenly exploded, and in an instant, the cyan wind swept into nothingness, like a broken bamboo, the ghostly ghost fire and the ancient sheath drove straight in, and instantly came to Mo Qingyu's face, but at this moment, a cyan wind whirlwind suddenly flashed under Mo Qingyu's feet, and then turned into a breeze and disappeared in place, appearing more than ten zhang away from the side!

"Specific speed?"

Yang Ye snorted coldly, took out a top-grade divine talisman and slapped it on himself, and then the Xuan Qi in his body surged into the dragon boots under his feet, and with a slight step on his right foot, his body brought countless afterimages and instantly appeared in front of Mo Qingyu, and immediately, the tip of the ancient sheath sword instantly passed through Mo Qingyu's heart

Mo Qingyu's eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes were full of unwillingness, and endless resentment! Is she just dead? Is she Mo Qingyu dead like this? And she is still dead in the sword of a sword cultivator!

She Mo whispered, learned swords at the age of five, realized sword intent at the age of fifteen, and peaked at the age of twenty-one, and was known as the most outstanding sword genius in the history of the family, and was also pinned on by the family, saying that she was the most likely to become the existence of the Sword Emperor. That's right, she became the Sword Emperor, but, when she became the Sword Emperor, she was first defeated by a sword cultivator, and then died in a sword cultivator

It's really unwilling, it's really unwilling!

Mo whispered, and the clarity in his eyes slowly dissipated

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience fell silent. No matter what, Mo Qingyu's strength was recognized by everyone in the field, if there was no Yang Ye, she might not be able to fight the contemporary martial gods, but she was destined to become the most outstanding demon in the mainland, and she would definitely be able to make her family brilliant!

However, the freak Yang Ye appeared, and it can only be said that providence makes people!

Yang Ye retracted the ancient sheath and glanced at Mo Qingyu's abdomen lightly, inside, Mo Qingyu's heart had been completely shattered by him in an instant, that is to say, Mo Qingyu was already dead at this time, and he couldn't be dead!

At this moment, the ancient sheath in Yang Ye's hand suddenly broke free from Yang Ye's hand, turned into a human form and appeared in front of Mo Qingyu, looking at Mo Qingyu who had no color in his eyes, a touch of complexity flashed in the eyes of the ancient sheath sword spirit, and he sighed faintly, and then with a move of his jade hand, Mo Qingyu's body suddenly turned into a blue light and disappeared in place!

Seeing this scene, Yang Ye's face sank, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire suddenly appeared in its palm, and said in a deep voice: "You want to save her?"

The ancient sheath sword spirit nodded and said, "You don't need to be angry, it will be good for you to save her, and besides, I can't save her at this time!"

"Good for me?" Yang Ye's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said, "I want to hear about it!"

The sword spirit nodded slightly, and then, the voice of the sword spirit resounded directly in Yang Ye's mind: "The seventh generation of the Sword Emperor has obtained a secret technique in a ruin, called the puppet technique, which means that people are turned into puppets, this kind of puppets have no subjective consciousness, only combat consciousness. But he still felt that it was insufficient, and then it took him nearly ten years to perfect this puppet technique, and finally, he used this puppet technique to research a new secret method, called soul control technique!"

"Soul control?"

"The so-called soul control technique is to directly control the soul of the other party after a person dies, when the soul is still in the body and has not dissipated, so that the other party not only has the sense of battle, but also has all the memories and abilities before death. To put it simply, this is not a simple puppet, this puppet can continuously improve its strength on its own, it has no limits!"

"Is this puppet dead or alive?" Yang Ye asked.

"Dead!" Sword Spirit's voice sounded in Yang Ye's head again.

Hearing this, Yang Ye's face softened a little, but at this moment, the sword spirit voice appeared again: "But I hope that if you have the ability, he will save her one day." Of course, not in vain, before you have that ability, she will become your puppet, no, according to the words of the Sword Emperor, she should be your sword slave. A sword slave who is at the peak of the King Realm, has the eightfold sword intent and the artistic conception of the eightfold wind, should be of great help to you!"

Hearing this, Yang Ye's heart moved. Indeed, he was moved. After all, Mo Qingyu's strength is still very terrifying, if he doesn't have the Nethertrack Ghost Fire and the Ancient Sheath and the Dragon Boots, if he wants to kill the other party, it is simply impossible!

It's just that Yang Ye is still a little uneasy after all, because this thug is equivalent to having his own consciousness, and once he backs up at a critical moment, it is equivalent to a super killer!

"Can you guarantee that she won't turn against her master?" Yang Ye asked what he was worried about.

"Can't!"

The corners of Yang Ye's mouth twitched, and he was about to speak, when the voice of the sword spirit sounded: "There is only one drawback to this soul control technique, that is, the strength and realm of the person who casts it must exceed that of the person being cast, otherwise, the person who is being cast is very likely to be anti-guest." If you have faith, then I will pass on that secret art to you then, but I have one condition!"

"What conditions!" Yang Ye frowned slightly, the ancient sheath sword spirit in front of him seemed to be a little unreliable, and he actually mentioned the conditions to him!

"If you have the ability, I hope to save her life!"

"I'm talking about this later!" Yang Ye did not reply.

The ancient sheath sword spirit seemed to be about to say something, but Yang Ye suddenly said coldly: "Do you believe that I will let her soul fly away now?" He didn't like to bargain with people, even if this was the Sword Emperor Ancient Sheath in front of him!

ps: Well, there should be no monthly pass, so I won't ask for it today, and I'll go silently!