Dressed in a simple outfit, a wooden hairpin pulls up her hair, her appearance is not outstanding, just like a mortal woman, if she doesn't speak, maybe most people will ignore her, but once she walks in front of people, everyone's eyes will involuntarily fall on her.

"Ye Ling, disciple of Zhongnan Mountain. ”

Ye Ling looked at him, his expression was slightly condensed, and said, Fu Qing looked at her with an indifferent expression.

"Fuqing, Sanyang Valley. ”

The faint words, just like her name, are unpretentious, and people unconsciously fall into clichés.

Zhongnan Mountain, as if unintentionally, Ye Ling mentioned it again, and many people noticed it, but their expressions only moved slightly, so they ignored it again, just as it was just a force that Ye Ling said casually.

"Fu Qing, I have heard of you a long time ago, you have been cultivating in seclusion, and you can still occupy the second position on the heavenly list for a long time, no one can shake it, in my opinion, you are stronger than Zong Tianzun. ”

Ye Ling said, sitting down cross-legged, Qin had already appeared in his lap, the sword was hanging by his side, looking at her with a solemn face.

Fu Qing looked at Ye Ling, still with an indifferent face, just standing, the surrounding void followed her and quieted down, and a blazing heat gradually occupied the entire pyloric platform.

"You're very strong, I have less than a 10% chance of winning against you, but I can't lose. ”

Ye Ling looked at her and said, her expression was calm, like a pool of secluded pools, which made people involuntarily fall into it.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano, like a clear stream of mountain streams, goes straight to the hearts of people, but in an instant, many people are immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves, on the pyloric platform, Fu Qing is still calm.

"The voice of the soul is invisible, but it has no effect on Fu Qing, who has been cultivating in seclusion for so many years, and her state of mind cultivation must not be something that ordinary people can imagine. ”

Someone said, looking at the pyloric platform, listening to the melodious piano sound coming down from the pyloric platform, he involuntarily retreated a distance, the sound of the piano kills, many people around the pyloric platform have fallen into it, if Ye Ling really has killing intent, these people can be destroyed in an instant.

"Whew!"

With a sword roar, the sword hanging on Ye Ling's side slashed out, Fu Qing looked at the sword lightly, did not move, but the sword stopped in front of her, as if a pair of invisible hands grabbed the sword, and it was difficult to enter.

"Turbulence!"

Ye Ling looked at Fu Qing, his eyes froze, the sound of the piano exploded, and an invisible sound wave swept out, and the sword that stopped in front of Fu Qing disappeared suddenly, and the next moment it appeared directly in Fu Qing's forehead.

"Boom!"

Fu Qing waved his hand, as if he had stirred up a void, the sword was directly swept out, the sound wave hit, annihilating the void, and disappeared directly in front of her, on the other side, Ye Ling's body trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out, sprinkled on the qin, the sound of the qin stopped, and everyone was shocked.

Ye Ling slashed Jun Wuxian with a sword, and killed Sinan with a qin, but in the face of Fu Qing, he couldn't hurt a single bit, and was directly defeated by a blow, Fu Qing, the heir of Sanyang Valley, was too terrible.

Such a scene not only made the expressions of the people around the pyloric platform tremble, but also made the people of the pyloric mansion star above the heavenly dome, as well as Zong Tianzun and Ghost Yi, all stared at each other, and they were far beyond their imagination.

"Could it be that this is the human yang technique of Sanyang Valley?" said an elder of the Qiu family, looking at the floating blue on the pyloric platform, his face was shocked, and a group of people looked at the group of people in Sanyang Valley.

"The heat of heaven and earth, the light of the sun, condenses a human yang in the body, and only the valley master has cultivated in the entire Sanyang Valley for tens of thousands of years, and I can't imagine that Fuqing has also cultivated. ”

The people of Sanyang Valley looked at the floating green in the pyloric platform, and they were also shocked, in a word, so that a group of people were shocked, He Shen looked at the valley master of Sanyang Valley, Sukong, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

The art of human yang, if you are not mistaken, this is not the Emperor Martial Dao Method, but the Emperor Martial Dao Method, a person who has not yet entered the Emperor Martial Arts realm is actually a Dao method that can only be cultivated by the Emperor, and has cultivated.

"Once he comprehends the art of human yang, he is absolutely invincible at the same level, not to mention that Fu Qing is also higher than his triple cultivation, even if he controls the three paths, he will never have a chance of winning, and he will lose. ”

A person from Sanyang Valley looked at the pyloric platform and said, as if he had seen the result, only they knew how strong the human yang technique was, and there was no suspense in such a battle.

"You lost. ”

Fu Qing looked at Ye Ling and said lightly, from beginning to end, he just shot out a palm, which directly laid the victory, and the gap between them was too big for everyone to see.

Ye Ling looked at her, a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, and she slammed into the ground, the corner of her mouth turned slightly, and a wisp of a smile was raised.

"I haven't lost yet. ”

Ye Ling said, slowly stood up, with a sword roar, the sword had already fallen into his hand, Ye Ling's pupils overflowed with a touch of purple intent, and the aura on Ye Ling's body was also stronger.

"Have you ever heard of hell?" Ye Ling looked at her and said, in a word, she was stunned.

Hell, rumored to be hidden under the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, is a land of extinction, which suppresses the most evil and terrifying existence in the world, which is just a legend, or even a legend.

It is often said that people die in the Nine Shades and the ferry returns, but where the Nine Shades are, no one can say clearly, the Nine Shades are a place of nothingness, let alone the hell under the Nine Shades.

Ye Ling suddenly mentioned hell, what does it mean, everyone's eyes are focused on Ye Ling.

"A mile of hell!"

A faint voice, with a little desolation, sounded from the pyloric platform, and on Ye Ling's side, the void suddenly darkened, and a wave of darkness poured out with Ye Ling as the center, drowning the surrounding void little by little.

But in a moment, within a mile, everything was shrouded in darkness, and Ye Ling held his sword, standing in this darkness, looking at the people outside the darkness, which made people's hearts chill.

Could it really be hell, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Ling, and their expressions trembled.

"Impossible, there are no nine shades in this world, let alone hell, those are all nothing, but a piece of darkness, it would be too much to say that it is hell. ”

A person said, looking at the darkness around Ye Ling, his expression was slightly condensed, and he shook his head.

"If it's not hell, then this should be a special way, this Ye Ling is really a demon, in addition to the way of the sword, the way of space, and the way of the soul, he actually controls a way. ”

"But even so, it is still impossible to win Fuqing, the gap between them is too great. ”

"The victory is decided. ”

......

Even if Ye Ling manifested a mile of hell, no one could still think that Ye Ling had won.

The gap in the cultivation of the three realms, as well as the Emperor Zun Technique of Sanyang Valley, almost cut off any possibility of Ye Ling, if it was the only person who still had faith in Ye Ling, it was only Concubine Meng.

(End of chapter)