After all, the Firmament Gate is a hegemon-level sect of the Vermilion Bird Country, and its power is abnormally strong, and the disciples among it are even more dragons and dragons and phoenixes among the people, how can they be compared to Ling Ye.

Seeing Ling Ye swooping in, Ye Aotian was a little panicked, and he hurriedly controlled the cyan sword qi to bombard Ling Ye.

"Stop me, and let this stinky boy be crumpled to pieces. ”

With a low shout, dense cyan sword qi shot out, cutting through a graceful arc in mid-air, shooting towards Ling Ye from the front.

Woohoo.

The sound of breaking the air is loud, one after another, endlessly.

Countless cyan sword qi gathered together, forming a bucket-thick cyan dragon, bursting out with a terrifying momentum.

The sword light shines, shining on the sky, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the anger rushes to the bullfight, and the sword gang rages, tearing the sky.

Seeing this, Ling Ye frowned slightly, but he was not afraid to rampage at all.

With the flames condensed by the artistic conception of fire, the cyan sword qi couldn't enter his body at all.

What's more, with the blessing of the Vermilion Bird Divine Body, the cyan sword qi couldn't break through his defenses at all.

Even if Ling Ye stood in place and let the cyan sword qi bombard indiscriminately, as long as his aura was not exhausted, no matter how big the injury was, it would recover in an instant.

Soon, Ling Ye came into contact with the cyan sword qi, and countless cyan sword qi bombarded him like raindrops, but he couldn't even break through the artistic conception of fire.

As soon as the cyan sword qi came into contact with the flames, it immediately dissolved into invisibility.

Without the hindrance of the cyan sword qi, Ling Ye swooped towards Ye Aotian with a rainbow of momentum, clenched his hands into fists, and fiercely aimed at Ye Aotian's chin and threw a punch.

Caught off guard, Ye Aotian was hit in the jaw by Ling Ye's punch, knocking out a few teeth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The next moment, Ye Aotian flew out upside down like a broken sack, flew several feet away, and landed heavily on the ring, and the ground of the ring was blown apart.

Quiet, the scene was silent.

Everyone was stunned, and their faces were shocked.

The envoy of the Firmament Gate who was high above was actually blasted out by Ling Ye's punch, and even a few teeth were knocked out, which was simply the biggest humiliation for the Firmament Gate.

Ling Yufei's beautiful eyes were wide open, and her mouth was wide enough to put down an egg.

Mo Qingyue's eyes shone brightly, shook his head and smiled:

"This guy doesn't give Senior Brother Ye too much face, but he fights well and relieves his anger. ”

After a while, Ye Aotian jumped up from the floor, his whole face was swollen like a pig's head, his hair was scattered, his clothes were in tatters, and he no longer had the demeanor and momentum he had before.

Ye Aotian stared at Ling Ye angrily, his facial features were distorted, his face was hideous, and he scolded:

"Stinky boy, you're looking for death! I'm going to kill you. ”

"The artistic conception of the wind is condensed. ”

As Ye Aotian let out a low shout, the free cyan sword qi converged towards the long sword in his hand, condensing a cyan giant sword that was a foot long and a foot wide.

The cyan greatsword was shining with brilliance, flashing with cyan light, dazzling.

A terrifying sword aura erupted from the giant sword, as if it was about to tear through the sky, and a crack about an inch wide suddenly appeared on the floor of the ring, and a sonic boom erupted in the sky.

"Stinky boy, since you are looking for death, I will slash you with a sword!"

Ye Aotian shouted angrily, and slashed down with a cyan giant sword in his hand, bursting out with a sword several zhang long, as if he was about to open the world.

The sword gang passed, the sky was torn, the ring was cracked, and the space was pierced.

The terrifying power swept through the nine heavens and ten earths, the heavens and the earth were dark, the sun and the moon were lightless, and a sword came out, as if to separate the yin and yang.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Feeling the wind blowing on his face, Rao is Ling Ye Vermilion Bird Divine Body has cultivated to the realm of marrow washing, and he still feels the pain on his face like a knife cut, which shows how terrifying the power of Ye Aotian's sword is.

If he can't resist it, he will be split in half by this sword, even if the Vermilion Bird Divine Body can be reborn from the fire, but his cultivation time is still short, and he can only repair some limbs, which is not enough to resurrect from the dead.

Moreover, his Xuantian Innocence Qi could not support such a huge consumption.

Thinking of this, Ling Ye's face became more solemn than ever, his fists were clenched, his muscles were raised high, and his green tendons were knotted, giving people a wild and powerful feeling.

After cultivating the Vermilion Bird Divine Body, Ling Ye's physical strength reached an incredible level.

Although it had not yet been tested, Ling Ye felt that if he threw a punch with all his strength, he was afraid that it would have the power of ten thousand pounds, which was enough to collapse a small hill.

Jian Gang seemed to have blocked the entire ring, and no matter how Ling Ye dodged, he couldn't avoid the terrifying and incomparable Jian Gang.

Since there is no way to avoid it, then face the enemy head-on, Ling Ye's eyes show a fierce gaze, black hair dances wildly, purple robe hunting, and the momentum has accumulated to the peak.

With a fist raised, Ling Ye wanted to confront Ye Aotian's sword gang head-on with his physical strength.

"Xingyi Fist's Collapse Fist!"

"Xingyi Fist's Cannon Fist!"

"The Artistic Conception of Fire Erupts!"

As three low shouts sounded in the ring, a terrifying flame erupted from Ling Ye's body, several feet high, filling with a terrifying high temperature, sweeping out a blazing heat wave.

The heat wave rose to the sky, soaring into the sky, stirring the nine heavens and clouds to change color, and the ring also burned.

Burst.

A flame condensed from the artistic conception of fire appeared on Ling Ye's fist out of thin air.

At first, the flames were only as big as fists, but as Xuantian True Qi continued to gush out, the flames burned into the wind like gasoline, and the more they burned, the more they burned.

In an instant, the flames were as big as houses, and they spun wildly, as if they were about to burn the sky and boil the sea, bursting out with terrifying power.

The fireball as big as a house burned, and the wolf smoke billowed into the sky, and it bombarded out fiercely, colliding with the cyan giant sword several feet long.

Bang.

An earth-shattering bang exploded.

The sky shook, the ring collapsed on the spot, the earth burned, and the figures of Ye Aotian and Ling Ye fell into a sea of fire.

The fireball as big as a house and the cyan sword qi several zhang long were frozen in mid-air, and the cyan sword qi and the fiery red fist constantly collided, and the sound of explosions came and went, endlessly.

After a long time, the fireball and sword qi annihilated each other and dissipated.

Ling Ye and Ye Aotian struck a blow at each other, evenly divided, and they were equal.

Everyone in the square was petrified on the spot, their eyes wide open and wide, their mouths open and open, open enough to put down a fist.

They looked at Ling Ye as if they had seen a ghost.

The strength of the fivefold of the Tongmai Realm actually fought so hard with the envoy of the Firmament Gate, and the talent could be seen how demonic it was.

If Ling Ye didn't die, he would definitely grow into a generation of giants one day, overpowering the generation of Tianjiao of the Vermilion Bird Country.

Ling Yufei's eyes were full of disbelief, and she couldn't stop trembling, she still couldn't believe that Ling Ye could tie with Ye Aotian, this was incredible.

Mo Qingyue lightly covered her red lips, her beautiful eyes widened, and her face was full of disbelief.

She had already thought of Ling Ye as demonic enough, but she didn't expect Ling Ye to be so demonic, this kind of talent, even Qi Tianjiao, the Holy Son of the Firmament Gate, was not as good.

Mo Qingyue also wanted to protect Ling Ye more and more in her heart, not only for the sake of Ling Yunxiao in the past, but also for her vein to rise.

Don't look at the great cause of the Firmament Gate, it is the hegemon-level force of the Vermilion Bird Country, but the competition in the Firmament Gate is also fierce, there are as many as nine peaks, and each peak is also full of strength in order to get resources.

Since Mo Qingyue had seen Ling Ye's talent, she naturally wouldn't let such a demon drain away.

"Stinky boy, your talent is really terrible, but it's a pity that you offended me and offended Senior Brother Qi behind me, I can't let you grow up, Senior Brother Qi can't let you grow up, the genius who died early is nothing, suffer death!"

Ye Aotian stared at Ling Ye with a look of jealousy in his eyes, and shouted.

"Storm Martial Spirit Appears!"

With a low shout, a cyan storm phantom several feet high appeared behind Ye Aotian.

Five yellow soul rings lit up on the cyan storm, indicating that it was a Xuan-level five-rank martial soul.

The cyan storm swirled like a tornado, sweeping out a terrifying blast of wind that shot out in all directions like blades.

The entire central square seems to be turned into a sea of wind, raging winds, splashing rocks, and terrifying.

Under the blessing of the cyan storm, the momentum on Ye Aotian's body was even more terrifying, as if the wind god had descended to earth, with a roar of wind between his gestures.

The blazing fire was immediately extinguished by the raging wind.

Everyone in the square couldn't open their eyes, and could only squint at Ye Aotian, their eyes full of horror.

This is the true strength of the envoy of the Firmament Gate, as if it is not the power that people should have.

Ling Yufei was also horrified in her heart, Rao is martial soul was of a higher grade than Ye Aotian, but she couldn't burst out with such a terrifying momentum.

Obviously, the Firmament Gate had a secret method that allowed the martial soul to exert its true power, and as long as she mastered this secret method, Ling Ye would not be able to see it in front of her at all.

Thinking of this, Ling Yufei felt a little more comforted in her heart, and she was no longer too disappointed.

Mo Qingyue's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes showed displeasure, Ye Aotian had gone a little too far, and he actually used all his strength to deal with a martial artist with a double level of the Pulse Realm.

However, she didn't say anything to stop her, she also wanted to see Ling Ye's true strength.

But if Ling Ye couldn't resist it, she would save Ling Ye, even if she offended the Holy Son Qi Tianjiao.

Rao is Qi Tianjiao is the future leader, but he is only the future leader, and he does not have the authority to teach now, and her father is also the master of the first peak of the Firmament Gate, so he may not be afraid of Qi Tianjiao.

What's more, if Ling Ye entered the Firmament Gate, his strength would definitely increase by leaps and bounds, and it would be no problem to suppress Qi Tianjiao.

Ling Ye has shown enough talent that is worth her investment, after all, people or things that have no use value have no value in existence.

"Stinky boy, feel my power! Now I crush you like an ant to death, in the palm of your hand, effortlessly. ”

Ye Aotian raised his chin high, his face showed arrogance, looked down at Ling Ye contemptuously, and said lightly, as if he was talking to an insignificant ant.

"Vortex Martial Soul Appears!"

Ling Ye did not respond to Ye Aotian head-on, but lowered his eyes with confidence and summoned the martial spirit.

The best way to fight against the martial soul is naturally the power of the martial soul.

The next moment, a dark and gloomy vortex like a house appeared behind Ling Ye's head.