The battle with Ling Qing'er and Feng Shui Han did not end in an instant after they made a move, as Cang Yunxiao and Ye Bufan expected, but continued fiercely, and the faces of Cang Yunxiao and Ye Bufan were extremely ugly. Ye Bufan was the first to go crazy, after all, his opponent was Feng Shui Han, and Feng Shui Han only had the peak cultivation of Qi Sea. Not being able to solve the feng shui cold immediately is a great shame for him!

Squinting at Feng Shui Han, Ye Bufan's slightly narrow eyes revealed a touch of ferocity, and he turned his hand and took out a long sword with a shining aura and a silver body. As soon as the silver long sword appeared, there was a slight chill that was visible to the naked eye and escaped from the sword body to the surroundings, and the temperature in the ancient forest was suddenly reduced a lot under the influence of the cold air escaping from the sword body. The silver long sword in Ye Bufan's hand was a treasure of no low grade at first glance.

"This feng shui cold only has the cultivation of the peak of the qi sea, and he actually forced Ye Bufan to take out the snow silver sword, with this record, he can die without regrets. Mu Bingyun, who was also a disciple of the Seven Yin Valley with Ye Bufan, had not yet reacted, but Bian Ying, who was standing not far away, was shocked first.

Mu Bingyun frowned slightly, and did not speak.

A trace of worry appeared in Younuo's phoenix eyes, Ye Bufan obviously wanted to explode his strength, and being able to block Cang Yunxiao and Ye Bufan's offensive was probably the limit of Ling Qing'er and Feng Shui Han. However, Ling Qing'er and Feng Shui Han's cultivation was not as good as Cang Yunxiao and Ye Bufan, and the true qi reserves of both sides were not at the same level at all. Even if the battle continues to stalemate, the final loser must be Ling Qing'er and Feng Shui Han.

Facing Ye Bufan, who took out the Snow Silver Sword, Feng Shui was even more cold!

Ling Qing'er didn't have the slightest fluster, and while trying her best to defuse Cang Yunxiao's offensive, she said to Feng Shui Han: "Ye Bufan is an innate ice attribute spirit root, and his cultivation is the Seven Yin Xuan Ice Determination of the Seven Yin Valley. The Seven Yin Xuanbing Decisive needs to collect seven kinds of Yin and Cold Things between Heaven and Earth in order to refine to the Great Completion, and he has not collected a kind of Yin and Cold Things into his body so far, so he can't exert the true power of the Seven Yin Xuanbing Decision. ”

After a pause, Ling Qing'er continued: "However, the Snow Silver Sword is a spirit-level high-grade treasure weapon with extremely pure cold attributes, and the main material for forging the Snow Silver Sword is Snow Silver Ore, which is generally located in the Ten Thousand Feet Snow Peak, which is attacked by tens of millions of years of cold air, and contains the surging power of snow and cold, which is equivalent to a thing that is extremely yin and cold. The Snow Silver Sword is a spirit-level high-grade treasure weapon, and with it in hand, Ye Bufan's strength can be increased by at least two percent. "Treasures, like pills, medicinal herbs, and so on, are all divided into corresponding levels by martial arts monks—mortal level, spirit level, Xuan level, and heaven level.

Ling Qing'er told the story like a few treasures, and listened to Feng Shui Han and secretly remembered it in her heart.

"But the Snow Silver Sword is still a foreign object after all, and it is still a little worse than the Yin and Cold things that are refined into the body. And Ye Bufan didn't really soak the Snow Silver Sword with his heart, although he poured Gang Qi into the Snow Silver Sword to improve his combat power, there would be a slight pause when the Gang Qi was running between himself and the Snow Silver Sword, and this pause was your chance. Ling Qing'er concluded.

"You saw all this from taking out the Snow Silver Sword?" Feng Shui Han asked in shock. As a disciple of the Red Fire Sect, he naturally knew something about Ling Qing'er's ability, but today was the first time he had joined hands with Ling Qing'er to fight against a strong enemy. For the first time, I saw Ling Qing'er's horror analysis ability. And when the three of them walked through the Bone Devouring Forest together, although Ling Qing'er tamed the powerful and ferocious demon beast, she didn't show such a demon. And just now, when he attacked Ye Bufan according to the direction Ling Qing'er said, he was also not as shocked as listening to Ling Qing'er's analysis at this moment.

"Your opponent is Ye Bufan, one of the three juniors of Qingyun, what you have to do is only concentrate on fighting, otherwise you, me, Younuo, and Senior Brother Chen, who is still in the white mist, may all be hated here. Ling Qing'er frowned and snorted. When Feng Shui Han heard this, there was a hint of awe in his heart, and he hurriedly gathered his mind, what Ling Qing'er said was not wrong at all.

"The Silver Snake Dances in the Sky!"

Ye Bufan's footsteps changed, and before his words fell, others followed the sword, and suddenly came to Feng Shui Han's back, only to see the snow silver sword in his hand suddenly bloom into a dazzling sword light, and the silver-white sword light swept through the air, like a silver snake that had been dormant for a long time, shooting out, with an icy and fierce killing machine, towards Feng Shui Han.

"Seven inches of the sword!" Ling Qing'er instructed.

The silver-white sword light displayed by Ye Bufan is incomparably sharp, with the strength of Feng Shui Han, he will definitely die if he takes the initiative to meet it! But Feng Shui Han has great trust in Ling Qing'er, he turned his head and looked at the moon and used a sword, according to Ling Qing'er's reminder, the tip of the sword was accurately and skillfully pointed at the seven inches of the snow silver sword.

Seeing that Feng Shui Han did not retreat, and even took the initiative to take his own sharp sword attack, Ye Bufan's eyes revealed a thick contempt. However, in the next moment, the contempt in Ye Bufan's eyes disappeared, and it was replaced by an unbelievable shock. He knew his own family affairs, and when he used the Snow Silver Sword, there would be a pause in his qi. But with this pause, even if he fought against Cang Yunxiao, Ye Bufan was confident, and Cang Yunxiao couldn't see through himself at all. But in front of him, Feng Shui Han, who was only at the peak of the Qi Sea, saw through his flaws.

You must know that this is not a flaw in his swordsmanship, but a flaw in the operation of his qi! If Feng Shui Han masters this flaw in him, it is equivalent to mastering all the flaws in his next attack, unless Ye Bufan takes the initiative to give up using the Snow Silver Sword when fighting Feng Shui Han.

Just as Ye Bufan was thinking about it, a silver-white snake lightning that he killed was like being hit by a poisonous snake by a seven-inch critical point under the sword of Feng Shui Han, and the attack of the snow silver sword collapsed in an instant.

"Maybe it was just a coincidence. Ye Bufan relieved himself in his heart, and then he once again unleashed an extremely powerful sword attack, the silver sword light was like a ferocious python quickly wandering and swinging in the void, killing Feng Shui Han at a tricky and strange angle.

"Two inches below the tip of the sword!" "Two inches below the tip of the sword!" Between the lightning and the stone fire, Ling Qing'er avoided Cang Yunxiao's move, and once again transmitted the sound to Feng Shui Han. When Feng Shui Han heard this, he looked like he was not afraid of death, and stabbed forward with a sword. It was as if he had grabbed the cover door in Ye Bufan's attack, and with a sword he slashed out, making Ye Bufan's attack come to naught.

The fierce and ferocious sword move was cracked again, and his eyes looked at the feng shui cold standing indifferently in front of him, and a cold sweat overflowed from Ye Bufan's palm, and his heart was shocked. The first time can be said to be luck, can the second time still be luck? It can only show that the slightest flaw in the operation of his Gang Qi in the Snow Silver Sword was really completely seen through by Feng Shui Han.

Compared with Ye Bufan, Cang Yunxiao's situation is not much better. Every trick he used was found by Ling Qing'er where the cover door was. Ling Qing'er defused his powerful attack almost at the lowest cost. If the battle continues like this, I am afraid that it will not end anytime soon.

"Ling Qing'er. Cang Yunxiao drank in a deep voice, suddenly figured out something, and when he continued to use killing moves at Ling Qing'er, he said slowly: "Elder Yan Qian's personal disciple is really not ordinary, and it is really better than meeting each other. The implication is that he has seen through the situation in the field, Ling Qing'er and Feng Shui Han can have such strength, and it all depends on Ling Qing'er alone. After all, every time Feng Shui Han makes a move, Ling Qing'er will transmit a message to Feng Shui Han, which is the most obvious flaw between the two. Since the battle, Cang Yunxiao has naturally discovered this a long time ago.

"Cang Yunxiao, you have the reputation of Qingyun Sanjun, and you are still a powerhouse of the second heaven of the Zhengang Realm, but you hunt down and kill a person who only has the eight heavens of the Qi Sea. Aren't you afraid that this matter will spread out and make many martial arts monks in Qingyun County laugh at you. If Senior Brother Feng and I take Senior Brother Chen away safely, I'm afraid your reputation will plummet. Ling Qing'er's beautiful eyes turned quickly, and she said while dissolving Cang Yunxiao's killing move.

"Do you want to provoke me to let go?" Cang Yunxiao shook his head, smiled indifferently, and then looked at Ling Qing'er, and said: "Someone once gave me a sentence, and now, I will give this sentence to your senior brother Chen-*, who will turn into a dragon when he encounters a storm." Cang Yunxiao didn't seem to want anyone other than Ling Qing'er to hear his words, and with what he said just now, he transmitted the sound to Ling Qing'er.

Hearing this, Ling Qing'er frowned deeply. *, as soon as he encounters a storm, he will turn into a dragon, this is a very high evaluation, and the person who evaluates Lu Chen is still the first person among the young disciples of Qingxiao Sect Cang Yunxiao. Suddenly, Ling Qing'er felt that her master Fei Ying, the elder of the Jingtang Yan Qianzhi, and the elder of the Medicine Hall, Qiu Zhenchuan, the three of them had joined forces to let her and Feng Shui Han follow Younuo into the Bone Devouring Forest to rescue Lu Chen, and the reason was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

The reasons given by Fei Ying, Yan Qianzhi and Qiu Zhenchuan are probably just a rhetoric, and there must be reasons that she doesn't know secretly.

Thinking of this, Ling Qing'er's eyes suddenly overflowed with a hint of awe. Since Cang Yunxiao dared to tell her like this, he obviously had a killing heart for Lu Chen.

Seeing this scene, Cang Yunxiao sneered and said, "You guessed it, I didn't plan to let him leave the Bone Devouring Forest alive at all. Unless the Red Fire Sect sends the elders of the halls, otherwise, with the two of you, I can't stop my killing intent. Next, I'll see if you can still focus on the battle on the other side. ”

After saying that, Cang Yunxiao flipped through his hand and took out a golden sword. There seemed to be a golden dragon engraved on the sword, as if there was a molten golden slurry, flowing slowly on the golden dragon on the sword body. As soon as the sword engraved with the golden dragon appeared, the fluctuation of Cang Yunxiao's aura suddenly rose to a terrifying level, even Mu Bingyun and Bian Ying, who were standing in the distance and watching, felt a sharp and incomparable aura and then escaped in the void. This sharpness seemed to penetrate their skin and cut through their flesh.

"Gilded Dragon Slaying Sword!"

Like the snow silver sword in Ye Bufan's hand, it is also a spirit-level high-grade treasure weapon.