In the face of the afterimage's attack, the figure of the shadow tribulation disappeared into the void again. However, what he didn't expect was that a long sickle suddenly appeared in Bai Ye's hand and attacked him who had already hidden his figure and aura.

"Shura Dao, up. Bai Ye groaned, dozens of brilliant red rays swirled around his body, dancing with his scythe, in the face of such an offensive, the shadow was helpless, the black dagger flashed with a dark glow, and his disappeared figure reappeared on the battlefield, resisting Bai Ye's attack with a dagger.

In Bai Ye's right eye, purple starlight loomed, and faint purple ripples rippled out, strengthening Bai Ye's perception. The purple ripple immediately fed back to Hakuya in a strange fluctuation as it touched the shadow calamity in its hidden state, and for Hakuya, he only had to swing his sickle in that direction.

Under the power of the Shura Dao, the Shadow Tribulation was forced to retreat, and as soon as his mind moved, countless black shadows immediately rushed towards the white night, attacking him, and he also took advantage of the situation to hide in the formation again. This formation is a method created by him with his own life star "Dark Yi", which has a powerful and wonderful shadow power, which can change on its own and kill the enemy. The only downside is that it takes too long.

"Boom" Bai Ye was immediately drowned in the black torrent, his two hearts were beating violently, the blood veins in his body were boiling at this moment, and he could clearly feel that every part of his body was burning like a raging fire.

The battle intent that soared into the sky filled his heart, and the long sickle danced, evolving the vertical and horizontal paths, and frantically suppressing the black shadow stream. "Left pointer. Jin Ming snorted, and the majestic and sharp sword intent suddenly rose to the sky, and a large area of golden sword light filled this formation, breaking a hole in the formation.

Bai Ye also looked at Jin Ming, and they met again. "Fighting" is the common idea of the two at this moment, ""The former dances the sickle, and the latter swings the sword." The one who vomited blood was another person. The Shadow Tribulation was found by the White Night again, and coincidentally it was hit hard by the attack of the two.

The silver star flashed, and the shadow tribulation had been sent out of the battlefield, in terms of strength, he could only be regarded as the middle among these ten people, and his ranking also happened to be in line with his strength - fifth. The ranking is still behind Ye Qingyan.

After Shadow Tribulation left the battlefield, the black circle quickly faded into the battlefield. On the battlefield, Ye Qingyan smiled at Bai Ye, and then the silver starlight also appeared, sending him away in the same way.

Bai Ye was still constantly fighting with Jin Ming, and in just ten breaths, the two of them had already passed five hundred moves. Bai Ye's body suddenly erupted with an extremely strong coercion, as if the demon god of the flood desolation had returned, pressing Jin Ming, who was fighting, and Mu Xiaozi, who had just appeared.

An even stronger demonic power appeared on his body, and at this moment, there was a loud bang between his meridians, like a mountain collapsing. Jin Ming rose into the air and quickly retreated backwards, and the white night scythe rolled in mid-air in pursuit, at this moment, his scythe was like a hook.

"Boom ......" Mu Xiaozi couldn't help but be speechless for a while, just because he saw the familiar nine rounds of big moons again, and they shone with clear light in the evolution of the heavenly dome. The rich dark green thunder light condensed on his right hand, gradually turning dark green, and his figure flashed, and in an instant, he came to Bai Ye's body, and a thunderbolt bombarded towards Bai Ye.

The white night is solemn, and the body moves with the sickle. More powerful power filled his body, and he resisted the dark green thunder one after another, and then continued to rely on the Nine Hook Moon Method to suppress Mu Xiaozi. Nine hooks of the moon, nine hooks of the sickle, layer by layer, the fourth hook, Bai Ye has been able to rely on the moon to fight against Mu Xiaozi.

At the seventh hook, he could already suppress Mu Xiaozi with the method of nine hooks and moons, "Boom, boom, boom......" Mu Xiaozi vomited blood again and retreated, his body kept colliding with those cold and condensed trees, and finally in front of the twenty-sixth ice tree, he finally stopped impacting.

Jin Ming put away his sword and stood, he touched his forehead helplessly, it seemed that he didn't need to make a move by himself. Bai Ye on the side also stopped his offensive, and now he was sweating like rain, and his clothes had become like washing. He struggled to carry the burning love on his shoulder, and looked coldly at Mu Xiaozi, who was drowning in ice debris.

The battle between them is far from over, although he has temporarily defeated Mu Xiaozi's offensive, but this does not mean that he has won. Jin Ming once again dispersed the long sword in his hand, he flew up, sat cross-legged on a branch, and silently watched the movements of Bai Ye and Mu Xiaozi.

On the land of the ice peak, there are traces of destruction by battle. Bai Ye was still staring at the pile of ice debris that had buried Mu Xiaozi, and he frowned, always feeling that something was wrong. Around him, there was a black and white air flow around him, which was the power of his bloodline, which was frantically absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to heal him.

"Hahahaha......" Bursts of cold laughter came from all directions, Jin Ming was still in meditation, and he didn't mean to do anything at all. Bai Ye was still staring at the ice pile, and he knew that Mu Xiaozi was still buried there.

"Mourning, mourning, and living ......"

"Mourning, mourning, and dying......

"Mourning, mourning, life and death, what to think about......"

"What does it mean to mourn, mourn, die and live......"

“............”

The sound of chanting sounded one after another, and Bai Ye closed his eyes, he no longer stared at the snowdrift, the other party had already cast a new spell, and the sound of mourning continued to echo in his mind. He lifted a hand, and in the palm of his hand was his blood, which flowed from his ears.

Unconsciously, he has suffered irreversible injuries. He had a thoughtful expression, a familiar feeling, in his time, mourning was a great power. When he had not yet attained enlightenment, in the ancient Difu dojo, he had the privilege of hearing the preaching of the King Buddha of Jizo, and he said that it was mourning.

Although Mu Xiaozi is not singing an orthodox mourning technique, even so, it is not at all what Bai Ye can resist at this stage, Bai Ye has just broken through the peak of foundation building, and Mu Xiaozi has been immersed in the low level of the Yuan Infant Stage for hundreds of years.

"Mourning, mourning ......"

The voice was still chanting, Bai Ye stood in place, his consciousness gradually blurred, his four pupils had spread out in his pair of pupils, and his consciousness gradually sank into memories.

It was a sinking, a spiritual poison. The current white night has already reached the point of being invincible at the same level and fighting beyond the ranks, if he says his biggest weakness now, it is his state of mind, his feelings.

At this moment, Bai Ye was once again immersed in Mo Cheng's memories, deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself, his body was already bleeding from seven orifices, and he looked like he was about to decay. With the continuous chanting of the mourning voice, even Jin Ming was affected.

A gray air flow circulated in this heaven and earth, constantly invading Bai Ye and Jin Ming's flesh, Bai Ye had completely sunk, allowing the gray air flow to destroy his body, and Jin Ming condensed a golden Dao sword, he used the Heavenly Sword Technique, relying on the sound of sword roars to keep himself awake.

"Sect Master, when are we going to save people?"

"Wait, five breaths, after five breaths, if these two children can't resist this technique, I will go and save them. ”

"But, the sixth senior sister is ......"

On the seat of Chenlu Peak, this moment is the most terrifying moment for Luo Qianying, a dead cold air surrounds her, even the three daughters of Leng Chen are five feet away from her, they have already felt the anger of the master, not only the disciples of the entire Star Silence Sect, but even several peak masters, all looked at Luo Qianying with a strange look.

Since that incident happened three thousand years ago, this is the second time that Luo Qianying has shown this state. Thinking of the battle three thousand years ago, they couldn't help but be ashamed, Luo Qianying in that state was simply invincible.

"Why isn't this kid dead?" Mu Xiaozi secretly scarlet in his heart, only to see that above Bai Ye's body, there were always two air currents, one black and one white, maintaining his vitality, no matter how he urged, he couldn't make the gray air flow completely swallow him.

In desperation, a long knife appeared in his hand, which was his younger brother's Shuofeng. While chanting the art of mourning, he swung his knife and slashed at the white night. With just one stab, it left a long, blood-colored wound on Bai Ye's body.

"You, dare to hurt him. A white and flawless jade hand clamped Mu Xiaozi's knife with only two Qianqian jade fingers. A figure appeared in front of Bai Ye, dressed in red like blood, green silk up to her waist, that suffocating face, her temperament, ethereal and cold, this woman can be called the posture of the world.

"Such a beautiful woman. "That's what everyone thinks at the moment. "Nine Thunders!" Mu Xiaozi roared angrily, trying to suppress Mo Yexue with thunder. But seeing that Mo Yexue just flicked it lightly with his hand, Mu Xiaozi flew out hundreds of zhang away with a knife, and when he landed, the meridians were already broken, the dantian was abolished, and even the Shuofeng knife was turned into pieces of scrap iron.

Mo Yexue was quietly suspended in place, and after a brief pause, she stared at Mu Xiaozi with fierce eyes. "You dare to hurt Mo...... Ink. She groaned softly, as if to confide, and she resolutely turned into a golden-red phantom and returned to Bai Ye's body.

After she left, the whole world resounded with Mu Xiaozi's wail. I saw that his body turned into pieces of flesh under the noses of everyone, and then turned into blood in his terrible and terrifying wail, except for a single head that did not melt with it, and until the last moment of death, he was still wailing to the bone.

If anyone can see the miserable state of the soul, they will be terrified. His soul was slowly burning, turning into invisible ashes, disappearing into the void little by little, and Mo Yexue under his anger didn't even leave him a chance to reincarnate as a human.

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