It was a man dressed in white, with a sword at his waist, with a hooked nose, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle falcon, revealing a terrifying killing intention, and he looked at Ye Xing opposite. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he also looked at the white-clothed man with a hooked nose, "Huangfu Jian Chen!"

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The night is dark.

Tsukimori Cold-

The wind is howling -

Snow fluttering!

The snowflakes fluttered in the moonlight like blades glowing with white light, falling all over the branches, falling all over the ground, and falling on the shoulders of the two young men.

Heaven and earth were solemn, there was silence, only the cold wind blew, and the grin of the robes resounded in the snowy forest.

"Half a month ago, I went to the Thousand Cliffs to visit my little junior sister, and the fourth pair of footprints on the snow should be yours!" Huangfu Jian Chen stood with his sword in his arms, his cold and arrogant eyes full of terrifying murderous intent.

"Yes or no, what does it have to do with you!" Ye Xing said lightly, looking at Huangfu Jianchen opposite with an indifferent gaze.

The two competed against each other, their momentum was rising higher and higher, and their bodies were full of energy, and the surging innate true yuan roared out like a wild horse, and in the fierce collision, the surrounding snow and frost exploded one after another, four shots, flying and splashing.

"Okay, very good, very good! I didn't expect that lowly little martial artist in the Triple Realm of Martial Arts at the beginning to be a hidden martial arts genius!"

"I want to know, yes!" Ye Xing's mouth curled a little, and he smiled: "But Master, I'm also very curious about your relationship with the Lord of the Youyue Palace, why would the Lord of the First Palace violate the palace rules set by herself, and bring you, a man, into Tianxue Mountain as an exception, and accept him as a personal disciple." It is said that the lord of the Youyue Palace has always hated men, and he is very stereotypical and ruthless, so he can make her care and care like this, you are not his ......"

"Presumptuous!" Huangfu Jianchen's face changed slightly, and he shouted sharply: "How can you speculate about my master's affairs. Since you refuse to say it, when this prince personally captures you, some means are to torture you slowly!"

"Capture me?" Ye Xing sneered, "Your cultivation seems to be only a little higher than me, right?"

"Hahaha!" Huangfu Jian Chen raised his head and smiled, his eyes were full of contempt, and he looked at Ye Xing coldly, "It's really ignorant, how can the elite disciples of our Holy Land be compared to you, a loose cultivator from a wild path, even if it is a second-rank innate realm prince, he can take it by himself, let alone you are a third-rank late-stage stage!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face was full of disdain, "Today, this prince will let you, the rabble, see the strength of the people of the Holy Land Gate!"

As soon as the words fell, only to hear the sound of 'Qiang', Huangfu Jianchen suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand, and the snow around him danced, and pieces of ice-white snowflakes were absorbed and attached to the sword.

With a swing of the long sword, the frost exploded, turning into sharp ice picks, and 'Xiuxiu' roared towards Ye Xing in front of him like ten thousand arrows.

"A year ago, when I was in Qinghe Town, the stone pavilion exploded, seriously injuring Qiao'er and me. Now you want me to see the world again, I am very happy, sir, I'm afraid that you are not qualified!" Ye Xing's mouth curled into a sneer.

"Boom!"

A sword roared as clear as a dragon, and the ghostly sword suddenly came out of its sheath, trembling in this plain white ice and snow world.

"Whoa!"

Qingyun's swordsmanship was extremely powerful, as fast as the wind, knocking out all the ice picks that came from the roar. Ye Xing stepped on the Demon Heaven eight steps, leaving an afterimage in the same place, his figure flashed, and he had already come to the front of the Huangfu Sword Chen, and the Phantom Light Sword slashed straight down towards him.

"What a speed!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly swung his sword to block it.

"Bell!"

The two swords clashed, and a piercing sound of gold and iron sounded, and sparks splashed everywhere where the blades clashed.

"Ping Pong!"

"Bang!"

The two fought fiercely, and the innate true yuan that escaped caused the surrounding ice and snow to splash, and the snow was full of potholes, and it was a mess. Everywhere he passed, all the trees around him were shattered by the fierce sword qi.

In the blink of an eye, the two have fought for dozens of rounds, and the fight is inseparable, almost evenly matched.

The entire snow forest roared with swords, shrouded in terrifying sword aura.

Time passed little by little, and the originally dark night began to gradually become thinner, and a trace of fish-belly-white light was slightly revealed in the sky, hazy, and the two had fought for more than three hundred rounds before they knew it.

Suddenly, the two of them in the fierce battle stopped, and Huangfu Jianchen's figure quickly retreated. He had several deep sword wounds on his body, he was covered in hot sweat, blood and sweat were mixed together, his clothes were sticky to his body, and he had long lost his self-confidence and arrogance.

"You...... How can your true combat power be so powerful, and besides, you are a body refining martial artist?" Huangfu Jian Chen gasped, and his eyes were full of shock as he looked at Ye Xing.

In Huangfu Jianchen's opinion, it was already an extremely perverted progress for that little triple martial artist to step into the innate realm in just one year or so. However, now it seems that it is not only the internal strength cultivation, after the battle, he found that Ye Xing's swordsmanship realm is actually better than his Emperor Fu Jianchen, this kind of talent and comprehension is simply too terrifying.

Moreover, he sensed a huge spiritual coercion on Ye Xing's body, faintly exuding a strong man's aura.

Once upon a time, the little warrior who he Huangfu Jianchen could kill at the beginning had grown to such an extent, there was no doubt that if he continued at this speed, he Huangfu Jianchen would be left far behind.

"Kill, you must kill him today no matter what!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face was extremely hideous, and his eyes were full of resentment and jealousy.

"Heh, didn't you say that you wanted me to see the strength of the disciples of the Holy Land, it turns out that it is so capable!" Ye Xing chuckled, and the black light of the ghostly sword in his hand was uncertain.

Ye Xing also had several sword wounds on his body, but because he had practiced the fourth turn of the "Nine Turns Golden Body", his body was like steel, and his physical defense was extremely good. Huangfu Jianchen's Tianxue Sword Technique could only cut through Ye Xing's skin, leaving a few shallow blood marks, which was completely different from Huangfu Jianchen's skin and flesh.

If Huangfu Jian Chen refused to leave and continued to fight, Ye Xing was sure to kill him on the spot in about five or six hundred rounds.

"Hmph, Hugh is arrogant!"

Huangfu Jianchen's face was extremely pale, and a trace of mysterious killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he swung his sword towards Ye Xing.

With his right hand, he swung his sword to attract the surrounding snowflakes to block his vision, and his left hand quietly touched the back of his waist. I saw that there was a dragon-headed black box hidden there, which was as black as ink, exuding a cold metallic luster.

Anyone who has seen the dragon-shaped black box will feel cold all over their bodies just by looking at it, because there is a terrible killing machine hidden in the box, which is a terrifying murder weapon in the martial arts - poisonous dragon thorn!