With a shout from the Lord of the Temple of Mourning, all the Mourning Ropes shattered and turned into a golden mist.

And in the golden mist, the speed of the Lord of the Temple of Mourning seemed to have been greatly improved, and in an instant, he came to Ye Xueheng's side, and his fists wearing huge golden hoops smashed towards Ye Xueheng.

Ye Xueheng still had a smile on his face, his body shook slightly, and then his smile froze, his eyebrows raised upward, and his expression was a little surprised. His hands quickly raised and blocked the heavy fist of the Temple Master.

With a "boom", Ye Xueheng's whole person was directly blasted into the ground, stirring up a piece of earth and stones.

The heavy fist of the Lord of the Temple of Mourning fell like raindrops, and the sound of "pounding" came from the ground, like a nail stake, to punch the person under the fist into the deepest part of the ground, so that he would never be able to live beyond his life.

"Smack", after hitting countless punches, the fist of the Temple Master of the Mourning Temple was caught. Ye Xueheng slowly moved the fist in his hand to the side, revealing his face, at this time, his face was full of blood, he smiled slightly, and the exposed teeth were shockingly white in the blood stain on his face.

"Xiao Fan, I've grown a lot, but I can't be killed like this. Holding the hand of the Lord of the Temple of Mourning and flicking it to the right, the whole person of the Lord of the Temple of Mourning was thrown out of the fist and stumbled to the right, and with this gap, Ye Xueheng bounced up from the pit and flew into the air.

The Mourning Temple Master quickly adjusted his body, but when he raised his head, Ye Xueheng had already flown into the air.

"Hmph, do you think you can escape?

I saw that the master of the Temple of Mourning held his right hand, and the golden dust in the air suddenly trembled, and a golden chain appeared in his hand, and the other side of the chain was tightly wrapped around Ye Xueheng's ankle.

The Lord of the Temple of Mourning pulled back, and Ye Xueheng, who flew into the air, was directly dragged down, and the Lord of the Temple of Mourning stepped forward and smashed at him again with a fist of golden hoops.

Ye Xueheng twisted in the air, and the whole person spun violently, and the golden mourning rope continued to rotate under his drive, and the body of the mourning temple master who rushed over was also unstable.

Ye Xueheng supported the ground with his hand, and the whole person bounced back, and in a flash, he came to the body of the Lord of the Temple of Mourning, and the black and white Yin and Yang Qi wrapped around his hand slapped the face of the Lord of the Temple of Mourning. The master of the Temple of Mourning held his hand to block, and Ye Xueheng's hand slapped on the golden hoop, and the strong recoil separated the two far away.

Ye Xueheng wiped his face with his hand, wiped the blood stains off his face, and said with a smile: "It's really a magical natal venerable weapon, I think, this is the true form of your love bondage." In this golden dust, your speed and strength should be increased, and my speed will be reduced. And the golden hoop on your wrist, I'm afraid it's scary. ”

"Hmph, you know what, as long as you enter this prison of love, no one will be able to escape. The Lord of the Temple of Mourning said proudly.

"Ha, you're right, if I don't have a natal weapon, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave your bondage, but, unfortunately, it just so happens that I also have a natal weapon. ”

After Ye Xueheng finished speaking, the black and white yin and yang qi began to diffuse around him, and his two eyes turned into two Tai Chi. He clapped his hands, and the qi of yin and yang turned into a Taiji diagram behind him, and a beast's hoof resembling a horse's hoof stretched out from the Taiji diagram, and then a strange animal walked out of the Taiji diagram.

He has a dragon head, antlers, lion eyes, a tiger's back, a bear's waist, snake scales, and auspicious clouds under his hooves, and the dragon's roar shocks the heavens and the earth!

This is the legendary yin-yang beast - the unicorn.

The ink-colored yin-yang beast unicorn stepped out of the Taiji diagram in one step, its nostrils spewed white gas, emitting bursts of dragon roars, it circled around everyone, and then returned to Ye Xueheng's side, constantly scraping the ground with its hooves, waiting for Ye Xueheng's order.

The strength of the Qilin is not particularly strong, and the energy fluctuations on its body cannot make the few people here feel stressed. It's just that when the unicorn walked past them, an indescribable feeling suppressed them, making them dare not move, perhaps, this is the coercion of the strongest creature in heaven and earth.

"Hmph, don't think that having a Yin-Yang Beast's natal venerable weapon can break through my Affection Bond, no matter how strong your Yin-Yang Beast is, it won't be able to escape the area of my Compassion Bond. The Lord of the Temple of Mourning said.

"Hehe, the wind is from the dragon and the cloud from the tiger, the unicorn has the posture of a hundred beasts, the ability of the dragon and the tiger, it has all of them, I'm afraid this, in the documents of the Xiao family, there is no record. Ye Xueheng said with a smile.

With a wave of his right hand, the unicorn beside him roared, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and suddenly the surrounding wind was raging, blowing the golden dust in the air thin, and the whole world suddenly became much clearer.

The face of the Master of the Temple of Mourning became extremely ugly, and at this time he already knew that his Mourning Bond had been stirred up under this strong wind, and it was difficult to maintain the state just now. Unwillingly, he snorted coldly, shook his hands, and the golden dust that had been blown away quickly returned to his side.

"Affection is bound, affection lingers. The golden dust quickly condensed into a golden chain again, surrounding the Lord of the Temple of Mourning, rotating rapidly, making a "whirring" sound of breaking the wind.

"Ye Xueheng, come on, see if you can break through my shackles of affection and hit me again, come on. The Lord of the Temple of Mourning was like a madman, roaring loudly, and the golden chains also became unstable with his mood fluctuations, and the two chains flew out and stabbed towards Ye Xueheng.

With a light flash, he dodged the stabbing shackles, and Ye Xueheng still had a faint smile on his face.

"Xiao Fan, fifteen years ago, I was able to defeat you, make you so decadent that you changed your name to mourning, and meditated in the Thousand Bitter Zen Temple to find solace for your soul. Today, it still does. Wood and stone twin swords, out!" Ye Xueheng's left and right arms, each with several blood vines growing and entwined, and then formed two wooden swords on his hands.

He flicked his right hand sword down, and a little sawdust flew on the sword, and a stone sword as round as black jade appeared in his hand.

"Qilin double swords, cut through chaos. The unicorn beside Ye Xueheng hissed, turning into two strands of energy, one black and one white, wrapping around the two swords in Ye Xueheng's hands.

The white qi wrapped around the wooden sword, turning into a long sword that was pure white through the body, and the sword body could not see the material, like a light, so that people did not dare to look directly, as if the sword light could stab you blindly.

The black qi wrapped around the stone sword and turned into a long sword as black as ink, and the sword body seemed to be as heavy as a 10,000-pound boulder, making people feel depressed and unspeakably uncomfortable.

Ye Xueheng's double swords were held in his hands, his eyes showed inexplicable color, he looked up to the sky and smiled, and shouted: "Double sword Ye Xueheng, today is back." ”

After speaking, his whole body flew up and rushed towards the Lord of the Temple of Mourning, like a streamer, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, the rope of affection, smash him. The Lord of the Temple of Mourning said fiercely.

He raised his hands in the air, squeezing all the strength of his body into the Mourning Bondage, and the golden Mourning Cord burst out with bright golden light, spinning even faster.

Ye Xueheng appeared, he was only a palm away from the Affection Bondage, and the black long sword slashed down, and the strong wind brought by the long sword made a whistling sound.

"Hum~~" The black sword and the mourning rope slashed, like the bell in a thousand-year-old temple, spreading throughout the entire stone mountain. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the rapidly spinning rope of mourning almost came to a standstill.

At this time, the white sword that shone like light slashed down like lightning, like the sun descending on the world, and the master of the Temple of Mourning only saw a bright white light flashing in front of him, as moving as the sun descending on the earth.

A wound from the shoulder to the abdomen appeared on the body of the Master of the Temple of Mourning, blood sprayed wildly, and the ropes of mourning around him also dimmed at this time, hanging weakly to the ground, and then slowly disappeared.

There was no pain in the eyes of the master of the mourning temple, but a heavy tenderness, his eyes were full of tears, his expression was full of happiness, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reading: Yan Zi, Yan Zi...

He slowly fell to his knees, his body twitching, his fists clenched, and he made a whimpering sound.

"Why. Why, don't kill me. ”

Ye Xueheng squatted down, the Qilin Twin Swords in his hand turned into light and fled, his two hands pressed on the shoulders of the Lord of the Mourning Temple, and said softly: "We are all the most important people in Yan Zi, she doesn't want to see the two of us killing each other." Besides, don't you want to avenge Yan Zi?"

"Who is the enemy?" asked the Lord of the Temple of Mourning in a hoarse voice.

"The Extreme Eastern Murong family and Boyan Suo. ”

"Ah~~~~~h

Sometimes, the most apt form of love is precisely hate, the deepest and heaviest hatred.