Chapter 219 Night Emperor Seven Styles

"Open the sky!"

Ye Qinghan slashed at the sky, and the long knife at the front end of the green dragon dagger instantly burst out of the blade, rising against the wind, turning into a semicircular knife qi, and crashing towards the crocodile monster in front.

"Bang!"

A crocodile monster in front of it was directly struck by the oncoming knife qi, and the powerful energy impact made it roll directly in the air, flying out more than ten meters upside down, and finally fell in the yellow sand and rolled again.

"Forehead ......"

Ye Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, but as far as the eye could see, the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly pounced from behind, and its sharp claws were about to be grabbed directly at the back of the head.

"Buzz ......"

Ye Qinghan frowned, and did not dodge, but his body glowed with a burst of brown light. A blister-like mask of light suddenly formed, enveloping his body completely.

The mask is about a meter in diameter and is brown, with a faint purple air flow surrounding it.

"Flutter!"

The crocodile monster behind it, two sharp claws directly grasped the brown light mask. Unexpectedly, the light mask was like a slippery ball, and it slowly attacked these two sharp claws and slid them to the side.

"Bang!"

The crocodile monster's powerful claws slashed at the yellow sand, grabbing two deep grooves in the ground.

"Whoa, whoa"

The crocodile monster rolled over again and continued to attack the light mask. It's just that this light mask is very weird, and it can twist attacks. Every attack of the crocodile monster was pulled away by this light mask, either in the air or on the ground, and every time it seemed to be about to attack the night light cold in the light mask, but it slowly slid away.

"Boil!"

The crocodile monster is like a machine, never tireless in attacking. And Ye Qinghan stood inside the light mask, his eyes narrowed slightly, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.

Of course, the night light cold is not appreciating, not recuperating. He was controlling his aura and twisting the monster's attacks.

After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. It's just that he has just learned it, and the control is not proficient, so he only lets the aura release about one meter. And every time a monster attacks him, there is only one monster left, not to hurt it, but to let it attack like this, and he constantly controls the aura, familiar with how to control the aura distorting the attack of the monster, and protect himself.

Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a knife light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked out. Rolled a few laps on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.

"Hoo ......"

The night light cold is also weakly soft on the ground, and such a continuous control of the aura distortion attack is very consuming and exhaustive.

"Xiao Hei, come out and have fun!"

A phantom image gushed out of his chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan, it twisted its little arms and legs, stretched its waist very humanely, and said, "Yes, boss, you have ten more minutes of time today!" ”

"Hey...... It's only a monster attack, and it's only lasted for more than half an hour, if it's a group of monsters, I don't know if I can survive a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, boss, you've only learned to release your aura for a few days, slowly get used to it, I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we will have the hope of breaking through the encirclement of the monsters and reaching the safe area at the entrance of the passage!"

Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes, rubbed the little horn on his head on the thighs of the night light cold, and suddenly remembered something, and said: "Boss, is it useful for you to use the Night Emperor Seven Styles? I see that you have practiced for so long, and I feel that in addition to being more proficient, you can use the knife as you like, but the power has not increased in the slightest?"

Eh, the Night Emperor's Seven Styles!

Speaking of this, the night was cold and helpless again, and for most of the month, he fought with monsters several times a day. Although he practiced the Night Emperor Seven Style very easily, he felt that no matter how he practiced, it was like that, and he couldn't increase his attack power. It's just that he remembered the rumors of the night family, and still said with some anticipation:

"It is rumored in the Night Emperor Seven Styles family that if the Seven Styles can be fused into one Style, then the power will increase tenfold, but these Seven Styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"

"Fusion? This martial art can also be fused......? Even if it can be fused, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult, but no one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully?" Xiao Hei shook its little head slightly, and said in confusion.

Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible, the Ye family has been endlessly strong in the past generations, and no one can successfully fuse." Even the Ancestor of Ye Ruoshui had never heard of the successful fusion. Ay...... It's just, I don't practice this, what do I practice, I don't know anything?"

Ye Qinghan began to repeat the boring and monotonous life, in addition to practicing every day, it is to fight monsters, constantly master the control of the aura, and practice the seven styles of the Night Emperor, hoping to understand the seven styles in one style in the rumors of the night family, and increase the attack power tenfold, then he can easily sweep a crocodile monster and easily break through the encirclement......

The night is light and cold in Luoshen Mountain, cultivating day and night, living a monotonous life, there is no time in the mountain, I don't know what season it is, what day it is.

However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively, time flies, and after the night is light and cold and falls into the Luoshen Mountain, a year has passed, and the Yanlong Festival is coming.

This Yanlong Festival is different from old age. This time it is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong calendar. It has been a full 10,000 years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.

The three provinces began to celebrate happily, although the three provinces have different levels of education, but the Yanlong Festival is a festival that the three ethnic groups believe in.

Cangcheng is also lively, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception. The lights are colorful, and there is a joy.

It's just that the mountain behind the night house is still quiet as usual, and even the atmosphere is a little serious and depressing.

The night dragon and the white tiger and the night green cow were not in the mood to cultivate, but gathered together, and the three of them stood by the lake a little helplessly, looking at the entrance to the back mountain a little sad and a little at a loss.

The entrance of the back mountain is a long row of stairs, standing at the intersection you can look at the entire Yejiabao, you can also look at half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous south gate of Cangcheng.

On the stairs, there were two graceful women standing at this time, a woman in white clothes and white hair, looking lonely and stubborn on the stairs, looking into the distance, the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, silent.

This person was Ye Whisper, and Ye Qingwu was standing beside her a little dazedly, frowning slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Let's go back, whisper, it's getting dark, I guess your brother may not be able to come back, besides, even if your brother comes back, as soon as the family receives the news, they will report it immediately, it's useless for you to stand stupidly like this?"

After a long time, the night danced lightly, sighed softly, and whispered to the night to persuade her. This little girl, in addition to cultivation these days, has been standing here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng stupidly. It seems that she thinks that the Yanlong Festival is coming, and her brother will come back, but she doesn't know......

Ye whispered and didn't reply, nor did she turn around, but shook her head slightly, still looking ahead in a daze, with a pair of clear eyes without a trace of impurities, full of faint grief and sorrow.

The wind is blowing, the cold wind of winter, blowing the white dress whispering in the night to the sound of hunting, blowing her head full of silver threads fluttering and flying, and also blowing the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance......