"What a madman! Dare to go wild in the Ziyang Sect! With a loud and majestic shout, a middle-aged female Taoist priest dressed in a purple Taoist robe, holding a dusty hand, and meticulously combed her hair appeared in the sky above the Ziyang Sect, her face full of anger.

Before long, thousands of flying swords, 1,300 people stood densely in a circle to cover the sun in the sky.

All the purple robes, the beautiful women of the water.

The disciples above the Yellow Rank of the Ziyang Sect are all here.

The first five people were slightly darker, and they thought they were the elders of the Ziyang Sect.

And the rest of those who have not reached the heavenly level but can stand in the air should be due to the formation, and they can only be the formation.

"Fanatics! Who are you? Get your name in! I don't kill no one in front of the Ziyang Sect! The middle of the five, the first to speak, shouted.

In the mountain gate, the younger girl seemed to want to come out and say something, but the older girl next to her grabbed her hand and covered her mouth.

"Heaven is in the mountains, and the night is listening." Ye Lingyi is surprisingly good-tempered today, and the real person is under the eaves.

There were 1,300 people in the air, and without exception, their complexions changed drastically.

has the heart to deny questioning, but who has the courage to pretend to be a person with such an identity?

It was still the same person who spoke just now, but his tone was obviously softer and more respectful: "I don't know why Your Excellency has come from thousands of miles away?" ”

Don't have any misunderstanding, Qiu Hui thought so, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

The man in front of him is notoriously unconventional.

"I want your Purple Yang Jade." Ye Lingyi repeated a little mechanically, obviously a little impatient.

Silent.

"Boom!" There was a sound of swords being drawn, but a thousand swords were drawn.

Even if Ye Lingyi lowered her eyes and didn't pay close attention, she could still feel the 1,300 rages that wanted to burn her up.

"Your Excellency is not joking?"

"Are you the Sect Master?" Ye Lingyi frowned and looked up.

Naturally, there was a large number of people with poor minds who were shocked by her true appearance and secretly gasped.

"The Great Elder of the Purple Yang Sect of this seat is back in autumn!" The person who has been talking to Ye Lingyi is Qiu Hui.

"Very good, this seat is looking for your sect master, so you have nothing to do, ask her to come out to see me." Ye Lingyi said lightly.

With the background of Ye Lingyi and the status and influence on this continent, it is also very reasonable to ask the Sect Master of the Ziyang Sect to pick it up in person.

But in the eyes of everyone in this Purple Yang Sect, it is not like that.

They have lived on Ziyang Mountain for many years, almost isolated from the outside world, although they also know that the Peerless Doctor is sonic shock to the continent, but what they know even more is that they have been recognized as the supreme sect master since childhood!

Without any more superfluous words, Qiu Hui raised his arms and shouted: "The disciples of the Ziyang Sect listen to the order!" ”

"In!"

Although it is a woman's daughter, the momentum of more than a thousand angry people together is not easy to match.

"Array!"

"Yes!"

"Today, I swear to kill this madman in front of the mountain gate!"

"Kill it!"

After the last shout, more than 1,000 people didn't make a sound.

Dao Dao's purple figure shuttled in the air like a streamer, and everyone had a look of death on their faces.

Ye Lingyi snorted softly, her patience was even worse than hers.

She casually raised her hand and took a sip of ice around her body.

It's a perfect defense, it's just that she doesn't bother to use it on weekdays, but today she's here to ask for something, and she can't kill all the people on this mountain.

Tsk, woman, trouble.

Just as Ye Lingyi was frowning and thinking about how to break the deadlock, the disciples of the Purple Yang Sect had already taken their respective positions.

Qiu Hui stood in the center and shouted solemnly: "The first style of the Ziyang Sword Technique, the point is endless!" ”

Among the 1,300 people, in addition to the five elders of Qiuhui standing, there are also 25 middle-aged Taoist priests who are not holding swords.

The rest, a thousand plain hands, a thousand swords, stabbed at that point from all directions to the dust of the most central autumn return.

It was a silent sword, and a thousand points of sword light converged on that point, and then, that point burst out violently.

It seems to be a golden light, but in fact, it is sword energy.

Thousands of sword qi formed a waterfall of light, which flowed down all at once along the dust of the autumn return.

And directly below this is the ice bell that covers Ye Lingyi!

Light is silent, the sun hits the glacier, and it should be the glacier that melts.

But this is no ordinary ice, and this light is not really light.

When the sword qi touched the solid ice, it would only make a crisp sound of "dang", and even if there were thousands of sword qi, it would only emit a thousand "dang" sounds.

When the sword qi is gone, the light is also gone, but the ice is still there, as clean as new.

From beginning to end, Ye Lingyi didn't even lift her eyelids.

Qiu Hui's complexion didn't change significantly, but the other younger disciples couldn't hold their breath.

"A little mang" is a starting style, yes, but there is no rule that the hand style must be the weakest move.

The flat stab is the most ordinary sword move, and it is the most basic sword move, which means that this is also the one they practiced and practiced the most at the beginning.

The panic began to spread, but this trend was quickly stopped by Qiu Hui's deep shout: "The thirty-sixth style of the Ziyang Sword Technique, hide the edge!" ”

There are a total of thirty-six styles of Ziyang Sword Technique, and this "Hidden Edge" is naturally the last style.

No matter what sword trick, the last action is bound to be to collect the sword.

So at this moment a thousand people made the same action again and made the same sound.

All took their swords.

This style is sound, the sound of a long sword entering the sheath, and the sound of a thunderstorm coming from the tail of the sheath.

"Boom".

There were literally a thousand rays of snow light rising from the sides of the thousand disciples, converging directly above the autumn return, and converging to create a perfectly proportioned hemisphere.

Qiuhui held the dust high, and the tail on the dust was erected towards the sky, and the huge thundercloud violently spouted a seven-colored thunder pillar, which fell on the dust of Qiuhui in an instant.

This style is actually very similar to the starting style of "a little mang".

The difference is that the "dots and rays" are more of a superposition of numbers, and the effect of convergence only improves the accuracy of the sword qi.

And "hiding the edge", it is the quantitative change that causes the qualitative change.

Qiu Hui's movements were slow and laborious, and he turned the dust in a circle, with his tail facing down.

The seven-colored thunder pillar landed suddenly, and under the refraction of the ice clock as smooth as a mirror, the seven-colored light filled everyone's eyeballs, and also illuminated the seven-colored feathers of the moon on the face of the night ling.

After a short period of blindness and deafness, the first reaction of those who have recovered is to stretch their necks to look downward, and then, without exception, freeze.

The Ice Bell seemed to be more transparent and jade than before.

Someone unconsciously thought so.

The man in the ice bell still lowered his eyes, as if the collapse of the sky was not enough to disturb her musings and make her look up.

Such a powerful sword move seems to be a joke.

Autumn turned red.

She shook off the dust heavily: "The elders and deacons of the Ziyang Sect swear to live and die with the sect!" ”

From the beginning of the one-sided battle, there were still twenty-nine people in the field, except for Ye Lingyi, who had not moved.

The other four elders, and the twenty-five who did not bear the sword.

At this moment, they all stood up.

There was pain and anxiety in the eyes of the young disciples, and there was confusion and confusion, but no one dared to stand up and say something.

Even Xia Sixuan, the senior sister who everyone admires the most on weekdays, just red eyes, pursed her lips, and stood aside with her sword in her arms, without saying a word.

"The Purple Yang Sword Technique is the final form, and the jade is burned!"

No one outside the Ziyang Sect knows what kind of Laoshizi finale this Ziyang Sword Technique has, even within the Ziyang Sect, this can be regarded as the secret of the sect.

And the so-called final form, there is nothing fancy to speak of, just like the name is obtained casually, but the energy of these thirty people who self-detonate is blended together by a secret method.

A storm of power of different colors rose around the thirty people, including Akihui, and gradually intensified.

"Great Elder!" The voice came from below, from outside the battlefield.

It was the younger of the two girls at the mountain gate before.

The one next to her wanted to stop her, but the girl who had always been timid didn't know where she got the courage and strength, so she pushed the little sister away.

The senior sisters in the air glared angrily, no one wanted to do this, but how to obstruct the elders and deacons at this time!

Self-detonation and backlash, is that a joke?!

In the storm of spiritual power, Qiu Hui slowly opened his eyes and looked down, and his plain and cold face was actually kind that he had never had in his life at this moment.

The little girl's courage was almost exhausted, and she swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva vigorously before she dared to risk her life and said in a trembling voice: "Great Elder, look below, the ice has broken!" ”

More than a thousand eyes returned to the ice clock at the same time, which refused to lose the slightest bit no matter what.

Qiu Hui's pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face gradually began to recover.

There was silence for more than a dozen seconds.

The spiritual storm gradually dissipated, and some of the young disciples were already laughing.

The ice is broken! The last act of all their hard work worked!

However, they seem to ignore, or rather do not want to think about it at all: what is the use of just breaking the ice? The hard work of all of them can break an ice bell.

So, do they have a hundred hearts and minds to break a hundred ice bells?

Besides, is this ice bell really the last one they broke in the last way?

The ice bell is transparent, so the situation inside the ice bell is actually clear at a glance.

The stunning person who had never made any movement raised her right hand at this moment, and where her palm landed, it was the hideous crack on the ice clock?

Is it a coincidence? I'm afraid not.

So is it the hand that the man raises first? Or is it a pre-existing crack?

This is a question that the only person who knows the answer will not be interested in answering it for someone who has this doubt.

In the next second, she just flicked her fingers casually, like dusting off the dust and down.

So, the ice clock, which was clearly so strong that it was desperately strong, just like that, shattered with a "bang".

"I'm sorry, I'm running out of patience."

This apology is really not sincere.

She is still very stingy with this place, and so far, she has only given Feng Xiyuan one person seriously.

I want her to apologize sincerely, gamble with her life, or maybe.