"Huh?" A slight sound of surprise sounded, Ye Feng turned around, and saw a young man dressed in white with a long sword on his back appearing here, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This young man is none other than the Ten Masters of Qingyun, Mu Tianya!

Obviously, Ye Feng's appearance surprised him, he didn't expect that there would be someone who arrived here faster than himself.

And a little-known person.

But so what, maybe it's luck.

Immediately, his face was indifferent, and he directly ignored this little person in his eyes.

"Whew! Shout! ”

Two sounds of breaking the air resounded in this quiet place, and the two looked back, but they were Wan Linghuang and Overlord, and their appearance was not surprising at all.

Being able to enter here in such a short period of time means that the Ten Masters of Qingyun have this strength, while the rest of the martial artists are either buried in the desert or are still struggling there.

Looking at Ye Feng who appeared here, Wan Linghuang was also a little surprised, smiled slightly, and nodded at Ye Feng, but the overlord's face was a little ugly.

Everything before is still vivid.

The four of them faced each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.

Extinguishing the stone wall, where the opportunity is, the four of them are all competitors.

Suddenly, in this space, a powerful aura of desolation burst out from the stone wall, and the stone wall was extinguished, and the dark and deep light bloomed, like a dark abyss.

This aura is like coming from the Nine Shadows, from the hell of death, and a palpitating fluctuation envelops it.

Desolate!

Death!

Silence!

This is an extremely desolate power, and as soon as it spreads, it envelops this heaven and earth, making the meaning of death here more and more intense, as if it has turned into a desolate world.

The eyes of the four people in the middle of it were condensed, and a solemn color appeared, that kind of aura, let them know that the so-called creation is also accompanied by death.

This kind of power made Ye Feng's heart tremble, and he seemed to feel something.

Waste, represents barrenness.

Silence represents death and silence.

Desolation and silence is death and extinction.

This kind of power pervaded, and the four of them suddenly fell into a dark world, and the vitality in their bodies was affected, and even their emotions had a change, depressed, and depressed, as if they were going to die.

There is no desire, no desire, and death is destroyed.

It's a desolate world, cold, unforgiving, and silent.

In this kind of world, the vastness and barrenness make people feel hopeless, and a negative emotion is also born.

This kind of power can affect the soul of people, and finally dominate people's lives, so that people can wither and finally turn to ashes under this power.

In the face of this power, Ye Feng did not reject it, but allowed this power to invade him, only by feeling this power and integrating into this power could he comprehend his true meaning.

In the silent world, a pitch-black sword slowly condensed, as if it came from outside the sky, or it itself existed in this world, waiting for someone to appear.

Airplanes!

In the pitch-black world, a sword light lit up, like a ray of light from heaven and earth, swept across the sky, and fell directly towards the top of Ye Feng's head.

Fast as lightning, piercing the lightning of darkness.

Deadly sword!

Recite!

Ye Feng, who stood in the world, also suddenly came out with a sword.

Deadly sword!

Peng, the sword light cracked, dissipating invisible.

Rumble!

The sword of the void, another sword slowly here, a withering force, the power of death, quietly diffused, condensed into a beam of death, and fell with a bang.

As soon as his eyes opened, the sword in his hand was also stabbed!

The Sword of Silence.

The two swords roared, there was no roar, there was only the power of silence, the sword light dissipated, and the void was silent.

Airplanes!

As if provoked, the sword of the void suddenly burst into black light, the power of silence began to condense, the void trembled, and the terrifying power descended, as if death.

Ye Feng could clearly feel that this kind of power was more pure and terrifying than the power of death, and there was a kind of Dao rhyme in it.

It can be clearly felt, the air dissipates, the spiritual power solidifies, and everything in heaven and earth seems to be dead and silent, a taste of emptiness, everything in heaven and earth is empty, and all laws are destroyed.

It is for the sake of silence.

That's the power of artistic conception.

The extreme of the potential, the evolution of the environment.

A sword volley! Slash the Void!

Under this power, a terrifying artistic conception force wants to kill him, to extinguish him, to extinguish his vitality, and to extinguish his techniques.

This is the Sword of Annihilation, the artistic conception of death, the strange power, one of the avenues of heaven and earth.

The technique is in the form, and the emphasis is on the artistic conception.

His eyes twinkled, with a sense of excitement, and there was no fear.

Comprehending death and feeling silence is what we need to do now.

"Then, let me comprehend the power of this artistic conception." His eyes flickered, his battle intent soared, and the long sword in his hand slowly stabbed out, without any fancy, only pure power.

Only the power of pure indomitable kendo!

The sword stabbed out, and the void trembled and rippled, colliding with the sword of annihilation.

Airplanes!

The artistic conception of death burst out, destroying the withering and decaying, Ye Feng's sword was invisible, and the terrifying artistic conception of death enveloped Ye Feng.

A ripple rippled, and in the sword of annihilation, a desperate power gushed out, this power only withered, no life, no dawn, only silence.

In the middle of this force, there is a unique group of light, exuding the power of the ancient artistic conception, that kind of power, if touched, as if even the soul can be annihilated, and it is the source of the artistic conception of death.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, in the sea of knowledge, the stone sword trembled, and at the center of the eyebrows, a golden levitation appeared, and a domineering devouring force headed towards the enveloping sword of annihilation.

Shout!

The Sword of Annihilation turned into a black streamer and poured into the sea of knowledge.

Airplanes!

In the sea of knowledge, the stone sword trembled slightly, and the light group of the artistic conception of death was swallowed by it, and the simple stone sword seemed to have a broken crack healing.

The gray light cluster blended, the stone sword space, three dim stone tablets, one of which seemed to be touched, with a faint pitch-black light blooming.

But it has not been fully released, as if there is still an opportunity left.

Airplanes!

The mysterious stone sword trembled, and the source of the devouring artistic conception of death was released, and a wave of enlightenment surged into my heart.

The Sword of Annihilation, comprehending the artistic conception of death.

In front of the pitch-black stone wall, four figures sat cross-legged, all with gray light on their bodies, falling into the world of the stone wall, comprehending the sword of silence and the meaning of death.

Suddenly, one of the bodies trembled, slowly woke up, the gray in the pupils gradually dissipated, and he woke up, looking at the other three teenagers who were still shrouded in black pillars of light, with a bitter meaning on his face.

This person is Wan Linghuang, she didn't expect that she was the first to wake up, her talent is not as good as the overlord and Mu Tianya, who are also Qingyun Ten Masters, even if she doesn't expect that even a little person she hasn't looked at is not comparable.

This made her feel a little uncomfortable in her heart!

There is a loss!