Chapter 39: Sima Qing

Inside the Stygian Mountain, Ye Fan's eyes froze, his sharp eyes pierced the sky, and he looked at the front of Yiwutang, where there was an old man in a white robe.

The old man has a childish face and crane hair, the heavenly court is full, and his rich body has a sense of joy, just standing there makes people have an urge to get close and rely on.

"Elder Taishang, Sima Qing!"

Ye Fan's eyes sank slightly, looked at the old man in white who came over, and asked lightly. In fact, there is no need to ask the identity of the person who came, who can use a jade bead with this power in this Stygian Mountain Residence, except for Sima Qing, who can have such ability!

Sima Qing walked to Xie Xiao's side, brushed his chest with his left hand, and after a wave of internal force was sent, Xie Xiao's originally pale face instantly became a little more bloody, and the internal breath that had fluctuated a little because of the strong lifting of true qi also stabilized.

"Good means!"

Seeing the change in Xie Xiao's face, Ye Fan couldn't help but let out a low sigh in his heart, Sima Qing's hand just now seemed simple, but he had already controlled his internal force to the point of doing whatever he wanted, and at the same time, he should also have a deep attainment in medical skills, otherwise it would be impossible to heal people so casually.

At the same time that Ye Fan looked at Sima Qing, the other party was also looking at him, and when his eyes smoothed over Ye Fan's face, an inexplicable look flashed in Sima Qing's eyes, as if a hunter had seen his beloved prey.

"Little brother's skills are good, no wonder Nie Yan's little ghost will fold in your hands!"

As he spoke, Sima Qing had already released his left palm pressed on Xie Xiao's chest, and he was calm, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

Ye Fan felt the strange color in Sima Qing's eyes, and then thought of the weird fetish that Sima Fanatic had mentioned, his chest couldn't help but churn, and after taking two deep breaths, he said: "Elder Sima, you set up this bureau just for me! Now that I'm here, can you let go of my subordinates first!"

As soon as Ye Fan spoke, a bright color flashed in Sima Qing's eyes, his expression seemed to be enjoying and satisfying, and after Ye Fan finished speaking, after a while, he said: "Little brother's voice is really beautiful, you might as well stay and make a song for the old man!"

"Elder Sima, where are my subordinates!" Ye Fan's eyes were cold, and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes, but unlike Sima Qing, the smile in Ye Fan's eyes was completely made of anger.

Ye Fan was angry, but Sima Qing was not annoyed but happy, and his gaze at Ye Fan became more and more infatuated: "If the little brother is willing to stay, the previous ** will be returned to you, so what's the matter!"

"You, find, die!"

Angry to the extreme, a smile flowed out of the corners of Ye Fan's eyes, and the originally straight sword eyebrows were slightly bent, like a crescent moon with a smile!

As the word 'you' came out, Ye Fan's figure turned into an afterimage, bypassed the sword, and took off the sword he was holding in his hand.

When the word 'find' came out, Ye Fan stepped back to the Yuan step on the soles of his feet, and the distance between him and Sima Qing was further shortened in an instant, and on the three-foot Qingfeng, the blue and red light shone brightly.

By the time the word "death" exploded in mid-air, Ye Fan had already bullied Sima Qing two meters in front of him, and a spiral sword aura lit up on the sword, stabbing straight into Sima Qing's eyebrows.

This thunderous sword was much faster than the sword finger when he dealt with Xie Xiao just now, and at this time, Ye Fan had already erupted into twelve percent anger.

In the face of this sword that changed color in another world, Sima Qing's smile remained unchanged, and the two fingers of his right hand were gently clamped forward, and the sword, which was originally as fast as thunder, instantly stopped, and the entire sword body was like a dragon caught by a giant, and let out a wail!

"October Flowers Bloom!"

Ye Fan snapped, and the ice and fire energy that was entangled with each other detonated in an instant! A powerful shock wave, accompanied by the two poisons of ice and fire, completely exploded between Sima Qing's two fingers!

Sima Qing had already seen it before, and Ye Fan used his sword to show the 'October Blossoms', but he was conceited and had deep internal strength, so he didn't take this trick seriously.

At this time, the ice and fire erupted, and the surging shock wave almost tore his two fingers, and the sword that was caught was unrestrained, turning into a cold light and stabbing straight at Sima Qing's eyebrows.

"Aoki Incarnate Recipe!"

Suddenly, Sima Qing wanted to dodge this close blow, but it was too late! The majestic true qi that penetrated the twelve canons and the eight veins of the Qi Jing instantly circulated throughout his body, turning into a pale cyan mark at the center of his eyebrows.

"Choke!"

The long sword in Ye Fan's hand was in the center of Sima Qing's eyebrows, but to Ye Fan's surprise, the sharp long sword did not penetrate Sima Qing's forehead, only three points into the flesh, and it could no longer advance an inch, and after continuing to strengthen, the sword not only did not pierce Sima Qing's mind, but was broken into two under gravity.

The sword broke, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and there was still a foot-long broken sword left in his hand, and it suddenly slashed towards Sima Qing's throat!

The center of the eyebrows can't be pierced, Ye Fan doesn't believe it, and his throat can't be cut!

It's just that without the surprise just now, how could Sima Qing give Ye Fan the opportunity to attack wantonly.

"Withered vine palm technique!"

Sima Qing's originally slender and white right hand instantly turned into the scorched yellow color of the withered trees, and with a strong smell of decay, it slapped towards the broken sword in Ye Fan's palm.

The palms and swords struck, and a strong force passed along the broken sword to Ye Fan's palm, and when the tiger's mouth was slightly numb, Ye Fan immediately made a decision, let go of his right hand holding the broken sword, and Guiyuan stepped forward, and retreated outside the battle circle.

Losing Ye Fan's control, the broken sword turned into a meteor under Sima Qing's palm, and flew diagonally towards the rockery more than ten meters away.

Ye Fan looked at his right hand that was still numb, his eyes flickered slightly, Sima Qing's strength was still above his own estimate, not only the internal strength was deep, but even the physical body was strong and terrifying, with his flesh and blood, he resisted the sword that had been tempered for thousands of years, not only was it fine, but it shattered the sword and shook it away.

With such strength, even if there is no combat power at the peak, it is not something that a first-class master can compete with!

Forcing Ye Fan back, Sima Qing's face was a little gloomy, and he no longer had the kind temperament he had before, so he pulled out the sword that was still inserted in his eyebrows with his backhand, threw it to the rockery on the side, and went with the other half of the broken sword.

After the sword was pulled, the cyan mark on Sima Qing's eyebrows also slowly disappeared, and with the flow of qi and blood, a trace of blood flowed down from the center of his eyebrows, dyeing the wound two or three centimeters long into red, as if a vertical eye had been opened in the center of Sima Qing's eyebrows, destroying his original immortal wind and bone temperament.