"Boy, what's your name? This Holy Son just lacks a slave who obeys his command, and I think you're good. The Holy Son of Jinyang stared at Ye Jian, raised his chin slightly, and said indifferently.

His eyes looked down on the front, and his eyes were full of a look of superiority.

Ye Jian shook his head and said, "You are not worthy." ”

The disdainful look made the Jinyang Holy Son frown slightly, his expression gloomy, and then there was a cold light in his eyes, "Since this is the case, then you should die." "It's your honor to die at my hands. ”

Saying that, he walked towards Ye Jian step by step, his expression was very relaxed, in his opinion, it was already useless to deal with Ye Jian in person, and he used a knife to kill chickens, but he was idle and bored anyway, so why not have some fun.

Ye Jian saw the other party's contempt, he stood motionless, his back was straight like a sword, a sword about to be unsheathed, and the fierce aura belonging to the swordsman permeated the surroundings.

The Holy Son of Jinyang smiled coldly, and his hand suddenly raised.

Poof!

The invisible blade grazed Ye Jian's neck, drawing a crack nearly 100 meters long on the ground, as for why it didn't hit, it wasn't the mercy of the Jinyang Holy Son, it was Ye Jian's body slightly sideways at the critical moment, and he narrowly avoided the attack.

"Not bad. ”

The Holy Son of Jinyang pouted.

"You take my sword too. ”

Ye Jian sneered, and the top-grade Xuanjian came out of the sleeve robe, a little golden mang, and slashed from the bottom to the top, and the sword light was sheng.

Bang!

The Golden Yang Holy Son underestimated Ye Jian, he didn't expect Ye Jian's sword speed to be so fast, so unexpected, he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to arrange an indestructible layer of Xuanli barrier in front of him, and quickly thickened and widened.

The soul sword light urged by the killing sword intent and the Xuan Force barrier impacted together, the ground began to collapse and crack, and the surrounding broken trees fell apart with a bang and turned into flying ashes, and the Jinyang Holy Son himself was caught off guard, and retreated more than ten steps before he could dissolve the impact of the sword intent.

With a wave of his palm, the Jinyang Holy Son glanced at his left shoulder, where a piece of the shawl had been cut off, and fine hairs were flying in front of him, and his face was very ugly.

"Very good, you finally let me get a little interested, I don't know how to block this next move?" Jinyang Holy Son's expression was slightly solemn, Ye Jian was not as easy to solve as he imagined, of course, he didn't regard Ye Jian as a strong opponent yet, just a little more serious.

"Dusty Storm!"

The Golden Yang Holy Son suddenly opened his mouth wide and blew forward, and suddenly, the air in front of him quickly condensed, and one after another mysterious power surged out, condensed together with the air, and turned into countless transparent blades that shot out.

Jingle Bell!

The sound of metal explosion sounded, and Ye Jian smashed the transparent blade one after another, because the sword speed was too fast, it felt like there were only three or four swords, in fact, he had at least twenty swords, and each sword would cut through a straight line of air blades.

"Hmph, give me death!"

The soil collapsed under his feet, and the Holy Son of Jinyang took a step forward, and with this step, more transparent blades formed, and centered on one point, they rotated wildly, creating a tornado blade of nearly fifty zhang, the front end of the tornado blade was cone-shaped, and it slammed towards Ye Jian at high speed.

"Ninety-nine Guiyuan Sword Formation, get out of the fire, out!"

Feeling a strong sense of urgency, Ye Jian's brows furrowed slightly, and then he immediately saw the soul power in the sea rolling, and the golden power was vast, only to see nine tiny crimson sword souls flying out, condensing the soul power, and together forming a mysterious sword array, which was pushed by the killing sword intent and turned into a sharp blow.

As Ye Jian pointed out, nine red sword rays were suddenly exposed, directly shattering the air in front of him, as if the heavens and the earth were also cracked, and the horizontal dragon blade tornado composed of air blades cracked out of it and split it into two, making the attack of the Holy Son of Jinyang a failure.

"Impossible, how could his sword intent be so powerful?" The Holy Son of Jinyang finally changed color, in the Jin Lie Clan, he had condensed the martial soul as early as a year ago, the martial soul was a success, his will was equivalent to the early stage of the Yuan Extreme Realm in the outside world, and after the combination of will and soul power was transformed into Xuan Force, the aggressiveness increased several times, and it was definitely not inferior to the martial arts will in the middle of the Yuan Extreme Realm, Ye Jian was able to block his full blow, wouldn't it mean that the other party's sword intent was a venerable-level sword intent, and a person who looked younger than him already had a venerable-level sword intent, which was simply incredible, unless it was the holy son of the Eight Great Holy Clans.

Because the battle between the two was too loud, the people nearby saw this scene, and when the surface humans saw this, their spirits were immediately uplifted, and their morale increased a lot, while the faces of the underground humans first showed a look of surprise, and then turned to fear.

"Oh my God, that young man was able to tie with His Highness the Holy Son. ”

"It's incredible. Moreover, his cultivation seems to be lower than that of His Highness the Holy Son, is this an outsider? "Do all outsiders have this kind of strength?" For a while, the military hearts of the underground people were shaken, and after the Jinyang Holy Son heard these words, his face became extremely gloomy.

And at the critical moment, a Venerable who followed the Jinyang Holy Son, Venerable Boyi, stood up and opened his mouth to stabilize the army's heart.

"Stupid, His Highness the Holy Son didn't use all his strength at all. ”

The army under the field quieted down, but everyone was still suspicious in their hearts.

The Holy Son of Jinyang stared at Ye Jian, with murderous intent in his eyes, "Originally, I didn't want to kill you, but in order to maintain the face of my Holy Son, you must die today." Ye Jian sneered and said, "It's just right, I also want to confirm my newfound strength in you." After speaking, his sea of knowledge was shocked, and the golden soul power was boiling, secreted into a thread, wisps, like silk, thousands of entanglements, it was actually a soul silk.

"Oh?"

Soul Silk, without the correct guidance, Ye Jian actually did it, Jinyang Holy Son seemed to be a little surprised, but his eyes were still full of disdain, he shook his head and sighed: "It's useless, even if you comprehend the Soul Silk, and your strength reaches the subtle realm, it will never be possible to stop me in my heyday." "Really?" Ye Jian sneered, and did not receive any blows, but said unhurriedly: "The so-called Xuan Li in your mouth is the combined power of soul and will, I think, it should be condensed like this." ”

As he spoke, a wisp of golden breath emerged from the index finger of his left hand, as small as silk, soft, and fluttering in the wind, but as the wisp of black and sharp breath on his right hand approached, it gradually fused, and the golden soul silk suddenly straightened up and turned into a black silk, which was still small, but the hardness was several times more than just now.

"No, it can't be!"

When the Holy Son of Jinyang saw this scene, he suddenly screamed, his eyes were terrifying, and he looked at Ye Jian with a shocked face, as if he had seen a ghost.

An outsider, without the guidance of a native monk, can actually find a way to condense the mystical power, if this matter is about to spread, I am afraid that the entire underground world will be shaken.

"You must die today. ”

Feeling the powerful threat of Ye Jian's existence, the Golden Yang Holy Son roared angrily, his hands spread, as if he was holding an invisible big ball, and blasted towards Ye Jian.

Card rub!

The ground was ploughed out of a straight line with an arc of a semicircle, this trace formed so quickly, it looked like it was formed abruptly, without a trace of warning, at that moment, Ye Jian and the people near Ye Jian all felt as if time had frozen, the space was frozen, and the impact of the Xuanli of the Golden Yang Holy Son made the thinking become sluggish.

"High amplitude of Xuan Li!"

Ye Jian's heart tightened, the strength of the Holy Son of Jinyang was really not to be underestimated, this mysterious power impact was implemented, and he was not dead or disabled.

"But that doesn't mean there aren't weaknesses. ”

The Xuan Force condensed into a spherical shape, and the destructive power was the strongest, but because it was spherical, it was difficult to be perfect, and the soul power was urged to the extreme, and Ye Jian hit the weak point of the spherical Xuan Force with a sword, which was the most imperfect and unstable place.

Kiss!

The spherical power was scattered, and a large crater was blown out.

The super-level blow of the Golden Yang Holy Son did not pose much threat to Ye Jian, and he had the illusion of thunder and rain.

The first sword worked, Ye Jian took a step forward, and the second sword was swung before the Golden Yang Holy Son.

Burst!

This sword was a mysterious force that he fused and condensed with soul power and killing sword intent, and the Golden Yang Holy Son failed to block it, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his face flew out upside down.

"Holy Son!"

The two Venerables were taken aback, they knew the strength of the Golden Yang Holy Son best, he was definitely the best among his peers, the strongest column under the Venerable could be ranked in the top five among the younger generation in the clan, otherwise it would not be possible to become one of the candidates for the next patriarch of the Golden Lie Clan, but at this moment, he was defeated in the hands of the silver-haired swordsman who was younger than the Holy Son.

"The strength has increased fivefold. Ye Jian was also very surprised, although he knew that the power of the soul power and the killing sword intent fusion of the Xuan Power would increase on the original basis, but he didn't expect that it would increase by five times, his soul cultivation was in the early stage of the Four Changes, and the innate strength of the soul made him aware of the soul power in the sea comparable to the late stage of the Four Changes, and now that he has mastered the condensation method of the Xuan Power, the strength has increased five times again, directly reaching the peak of the Four Changes, comparable to the half-step Venerable here.

The reason why the Xuan Power he condensed was so powerful was because of the second-order Dacheng's killing sword intent, and the second-order Dacheng's killing sword intent was too powerful, even if it was a powerhouse in the Yuan Extreme Realm, not many people could comprehend it.

"But it's still a fly in the ointment, although, with my own method of groping can also condense the Xuan power, but, the speed of condensation is too slow, and I feel that there is obviously a sense of obscurity in the process of condensation, and it can't be as hearty as the true yuan, this condensation method is not fast enough, it can't be used in battle, it's limited to an explosive blow. Ye Jian kept analyzing in his mind.

"Bastard, I want you dead!"

The Holy Son of Jinyang was furious, this time he was really angry, he never expected that he was actually injured by an outsider, and besides, the cultivation of this outsider was obviously lower than his own.