The expanse was snow-white.

The loess around the mountain temple is particularly conspicuous.

Ye Jian looked at the ground and saw that it was dry, as if the snow covering the ground had evaporated.

Looking at Wen Yizhen, Ye Jian only felt that the spiritual roots in the sea of knowledge were buzzing, full of battle intent.

"Please ask your friend's name!"

Wen Yizhendao.

Ye Jian: "Ye Jian."

Wen Yizhen: "Ye Daoyou, please advise."

Wen Yizhen rose into the air, holding a golden scroll, and his body was covered with cyan haoran qi.

Ye Jian's heart was ignited with battle intent, the sword technique of the Ancient Emperor was running, his body was covered with golden light, and the sword spirit root in his body trembled.

A punch was punched, and the punch strength was nearly 10,000 catties.

Wen Yizhen exclaimed: "What a strong body!"

A rootless flame flew out of the golden scroll and blocked in front of Ye Jian.

This fire has no roots and no source, and it doesn't even have a scorching temperature, but it is extremely painful to be burned by this fire.

This fire seems to have the ability to hit the soul directly.

Ye Jian's face turned pale, the ghost pattern on his right arm bloomed with pitch-black light, and his palm shrank to pinch the rootless and sourceless fire in the palm of his hand.

"What a weird fire, you Confucians will still use this kind of coercion?"

Ye Jian frowned slightly, only feeling that the fire in his palm was difficult to entangle.

Wen Yizhen: "This fire is called Zhixing Fire, but it was only realized after 12 years of hard study in my cold window, and it is the most righteous fire in the world."

Ye Jian pinched the fire and looked at Wen Yizhen: "You and I are both in the Divine Pill Realm, so there is no half-sunrise in this kind of grappling without a result, it is better for you and me to sacrifice the strongest blow to decide the winner."

Wen Yizhen: "Please Brother Ye don't hesitate to give advice."

Let's say, Wen Yizhen's eyes closed, and the golden book slowly flew into his eyebrows, and the next moment his eyebrows cracked, and a little figure like jade walked out of it.

This villain's face was cold, his body was like the color of glass, his body was full of scriptures, and his spirit was radiant, like an immortal little sun.

Although it looks as warm as jade, it brings a strong sense of oppression to Ye Jian.

Ye Jian was no longer hiding, and sacrificed the strongest killing move.

In his sea of consciousness, the small sword that had turned into Ye Jian's spiritual root also flew out from his eyebrows.

The little sword was accompanied by colorful divine light, flying in the sky, like a child full of curiosity about the world.

"Here comes the sword!"

Ye Jian held it up with one hand, and the little sword obediently stopped in his palm.

The latter two were released at the same time.

The spirit sword and the little jade man collided together.

Both of them vomited blood at the same time.

They use the most original power, and it is also their strongest killing move, and one wrong step may lead to the possibility of falling.

The two clashed, during which thunder roared and lightning flashed.

There are sages reading, swords and immortals, and thousands of lights.

The heavenly fairy palace is vertical and horizontal, and the fairy beasts and evil pythons are entangled and trembling.

The two sides have been engaged in hundreds of rounds of fighting.

There are wins and losses for each other, and there are injuries for each other.

"Fun!"

Wen Yizhen laughed, although five mouths were bleeding, his heart was open.

Ye Jian was covered with holes, but he also felt that Shentai was ethereal and had a lot of insights.

"Ye, brother, since you are a sword cultivator, why don't you use a sword."

Wen Yizhen asked, he had already felt the sword intent surging in Ye Jian's heart, so he had doubts in his heart, why Ye Jian had a sword but didn't use a sword.

Ye Jian said: "There is a sword in my heart, but the sword is an open edge, and a sharp edge will kill."

This is Ye Jian's understanding of his sword intent, and why he still hasn't chosen a sword for himself. First, his sword intent has not yet been cultivated, and secondly, what he wants is the strongest sword in the world.