Accompanied by the cold bladeless explosion, all the patterns on the Seven Feelings Sword bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and for a while, the colorful light intertwined and reflected on the Seven Feelings Sword, forming a colorful light cluster.

Leng Wudao swung the Seven Emotions Sword with both hands and slashed towards Ye Zetao's void.

Suddenly, the colorful light clusters tightly surrounded Ye Zetao from all directions, and the clusters of light seemed to be strange monsters exuding a strange aura in Ye Zetao's eyes, and the howls that went straight into the depths of people's souls also rang out non-stop.

For a while, Ye Zetao felt that the colorful light seemed to be seven phantoms that could not be seen directly, constantly circling and howling around him, joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and panic were repeatedly intertwined in Ye Zetao's heart, making Ye Zetao's spirit fall into the alternating feelings of various feelings.

Leng Wujian laughed wildly and said: "Ye Zetao, aren't you able to break through the Seven Emotions Sword technique? What's wrong now? Is it that all kinds of feelings are entangled in your heart and you can't be freed? Hahaha, I'll help you!"

As he spoke, Leng Wudao's figure swept away, flew towards Ye Zetao, picked up the Seven Feelings Sword, and was about to slash at Ye Zetao.

Suddenly, I saw Ye Zetao's eyes glaring, his throat surging upward, his mouth open, and a roar of an ancient desolate beast suddenly burst out of Ye Zetao's mouth!

Ancestral Dragon roared! This voice made Leng Wujian feel as if he had been struck by a strong thunderbolt, and suddenly, there was a trembling and stiff feeling all over his body, Leng Wujian actually fell from mid-air to the ground, and struggled for a while before he got up, not to mention how wolf he was.

With the cold blade falling to the ground. The seven emotions of impermanence lost control, and suddenly turned into a little streamer and disappeared. Although Ye Zetao was not as wolf as Leng Wuji, the damage inflicted on Ye Zetao by the Seven Emotions of Impermanence was much worse than the damage suffered by Leng Wuji.

Ye Zetao took a deep breath. Mobilizing the energy, a majestic force suddenly rushed out from Ye Zetao's body like a volcanic eruption.

Suddenly, Ye Zetao's body flashed with a swirling light, this is not the same as Ye Zetao's energy shield, the protective shield is the defense of Shengbai, and the light on Ye Zetao's body at this time is full of a strong smell of attack.

Leng Wuxian was taken aback, originally Ye Zetao was still struggling in the dazzling light of the impermanence of the seven emotions, but he didn't expect such a change to occur in an instant. Leng Wujian was in a state of great shock in his confusion.

Looking at Ye Zetao's aggressive energy radiance, Leng Wujian opened his mouth wide and said in disbelief: "How is this possible? Under the influence of the Seven Emotions of Impermanence, how can such a thing happen!"

Before the words fell, Ye Zetao had already arrived in front of Leng Wuji, raised his fist, and punched Leng Wujian is fist.

In a hurry, Leng Wujian picked up the giant sword in his hand and greeted Ye Zetao's fist, and he heard a loud bang. Ye Zetao was shocked back three steps, while Leng Wujian took a dozen steps back with his sword before stopping.

Ye Zetao smiled: "It's very resistant, come, let's come again!"

said. Ye Zetao dodged forward and struck Leng Wujian with a heavy punch.

It was an impact of absolute power, accompanied by one crash after another. Ye Zetao was shocked back again and again, and Leng Wujian was more and more wolf bèi every time.

Leng Wujian gradually couldn't support it a little. After all, the powerhouse of Leng Wublade is his Seven Emotions Sword. At this time, competing with Ye Zetao for strength is really using his own shortcomings to his strengths.

When Ye Zetao attacked again, Leng Wujian used all the strength of his body, and pushed hard with the Seven Emotions Sword, with the help of a strong rebound force, Leng Wudao's body flew backwards and was out of the range of Ye Zetao's attack.

Although Leng Wujian successfully escaped, Ye Zetao's brave expression just now made his heart palpitate. Looking at Ye Zetao, who was still unrelenting, Leng Wudao suddenly had a tolerable thought, and he sneered: "Okay, Ye Zetao, since you are pressing step by step like this, then let's have a life and death." ”

I saw that Leng Wudao's eyes were slightly closed, and he was holding the Seven Feelings Sword in both hands to make a void dance, and slowly, the robe on Leng Wublade's body was windless and automatic, and suddenly, on the Seven Feelings Sword, a series of heart-palpitating purple rays spread in mid-air in a strange curve to all directions.

Leng Wujian opened his eyes suddenly, and in his eyes, there was also a flickering purple glow, and he heard Leng Wujian smile gloomily: "Ye Zetao, just now you broke my seven feelings of impermanence, now, come and taste the ruthlessness of hating the sea! This thing, but I have traveled all over the heavenly realm, and I have taken pictures of the lust formation on the Seven Emotions Sword on those who are not stingy with life and death, hehehe, life and death, the sea of hatred is ruthless!"

Ye Zetao seemed to be deaf to Leng Wuji's words, and watched those ruthless threads of hatred that glowed with purple rays continue to wrap around him.

This was obviously out of Leng Wudao's expectations, but seeing Ye Zetao being entangled in the ruthless silk thread of the hating sea, Leng Wudao was pleasantly surprised.

Leng Wujian smiled and said: "Ye Zetao, you have a kind! You actually dare to let the ruthless silk thread of hating the sea entangle yourself! You probably don't know the power of this ruthless silk thread of hating the sea, right? Every ruthless silk thread of hating the sea here is refined with the parting hatred of the most infatuated young boys and girls, and in the process of refining, this kind of parting hatred will be infinitely magnified, and it can even shake the heavens and the earth!"

Seeing that Ye Zetao had been completely bound, Leng Wujian felt that he had won the battle: "Hahaha, Ye Zetao, you look at this little silk thread is vulnerable, right? In fact, the most powerful thing about hating the sea is that it makes you feel the endless hatred of parting hatred, and when the time comes, you will have a kind of ** who wants to die in it, hahaha......"

Ye Zetao smiled faintly: "Leng Wuji, in comparison, karmic sins are nothing more than hypocrisy, but you are despicable and vicious to the limit." Like you, who do not hesitate to come up with such a means that hurt the heavens in order to increase your strength, do you think you can escape the punishment of the heavens?"

Leng Wujian laughed wildly: "Heavenly Dao, what is Heavenly Dao? Only super strength is Heavenly Dao! Ye Zetao, since you believe in Heavenly Dao so much, then I want to see how Heavenly Dao will help you when you are helpless under the ruthless silk thread of the Sea of Hatred!"

Ye Zetao sneered faintly: "Leng Wuji, has your Ruthless Hatred of the Sea been completed?

Leng Wujian was disturbed by Ye Zetao's calmness, but after thinking about it, his hatred was ruthless, even a master at the level of a starry sky warrior would sigh in vain, let alone this little Ye Zetao.

Before Leng Wujian could speak, he heard Ye Zetao smile secretly: "Since the Ruthless Silk Thread of the Sea of Hatred is so powerful that it has trapped me, then what are you waiting for?"

Leng Wudao's heart suddenly broke out for no reason, looking at Ye Zetao, who had been entangled in the ruthless silk thread of the hated sea, he couldn't think of any means for the other party to break through, so Leng Wudao smiled fiercely: "Ye Zetao, it seems that you can't wait, since this is the case, I will fulfill you!"

As he spoke, Leng Wublade suddenly raised the Seven Feelings Sword high with both hands, and he injected all the energy of his body into the Seven Feelings Sword, and suddenly, in the purple silk thread emitted by the Seven Feelings Sword, there seemed to be a trace of flame burning in the purple silk thread, and with the burning of the flame in the purple silk thread, the silk thread wrapped around Ye Zetao's body suddenly surged like a snake. (To be continued......)