Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "I am Bai Ye!".

This voice reverberates, containing a strong fighting spirit, with a firm heart, rolling in all directions.

At this time, Bai Ye stood there, his eyes were full of confident light, and the punch that burst out and was filled with an indomitable momentum, just like Bai Ye's heart at the moment.

The road of cultivating immortals, there is no retreat, if you advance, you will become an immortal, and if you retreat, you will be defeated.

This punch seemed to blast out the humiliation in Bai Ye's heart, blasted out the path of cultivating immortals in his firm heart, and even blasted out the state of a strong man who was born as the seventh layer of condensation qi and gained the immortal pattern of the Dao character.

The true legend of purple clothes, the peak of the eighth layer, with the power of the seventh layer, can be a battle.

"Ah, Senior Sister Ma Yue was smashed by Bai Ye's punch with one blow, how did he become so powerful?"

"That punch not only killed, but Yue Gu, who was about to break through and become an official disciple, even the heavenly killing machine of Senior Sister Ma Yue collapsed, what kind of spell is this punch, why is it so powerful!"

"Can resist the blow of the true disciple, what kind of cultivation is this Bai Ye now?"

"Missing for six years, if you don't hear it, it's a blockbuster!"

"Although Bai Ye broke a blow, Senior Sister Ma Yue is a true disciple after all, I am afraid that it is a real method, and it will be used, he will not be able to compete with the true disciple, and he will definitely be defeated in the end..."

This punch burst out, not only Ma Yue's eyes flashed, and the meaning of caution was stronger, but also made at this moment, although he was far away from Bai Ye's surroundings, he did not leave, and the disciples of Fu Jia, who were standing in the distance and watching, were shocked in their hearts, and countless thoughts were born.

Ma Yue's face was full of anger, and when her eyes flashed, when her left hand was raised, she said coldly: "My name is Ma Yue... Brother for leprosy, you can die and understand..."

When the words fell, a talisman appeared in his hand, and his right hand stretched out a little.

Suddenly, five strands of light that were redder than blood appeared in this talisman, which was as thin as a bean sprout at the beginning, and after it completely emerged, it immediately became five blood-red demon knives, and when it was twisted, it disappeared from Ma Yue.

"You break the sword with one punch, and five swords come out together, I see how you break it..."

Bai Ye's heart was shocked, and he suddenly remembered that disgusting face.

"Yes, on the day of the first Dan, I heard that Ma Yue had a brother named Leprosy, no wonder the suspended rope bridge that day, when Leprosy said his name, it was a little familiar."

It's just that when Bai Ye looked at Ma Yue, although this face was not amazing, it was also quite beautiful, how could it not be connected with the face of leprosy with broken eyebrows, collapsed nose bridge, and nostrils facing the sky, so he could only sigh secretly: Heaven is really amazing.

And just when the five knives appeared, a different color suddenly flashed on Bai Ye's face, and there was a fairy pattern in his left eye.

He suddenly raised his hands, pinched out a strange finger, and danced in front of him, as if dancing, but there was a trajectory that others could not understand.

As Bai Ye's hands danced, two feet in front of him, five rays of light suddenly appeared, this light was also red and bloody, and in a pinch of his hands, it turned into five crimson short knives.

At this time, Bai Ye's heart was horrified, to the point of no return, just because when Ma Yue pointed and pointed at the talisman, Bai Ye's left eye appeared Dao veins.

This vein was clear in his mind, so that he could see clearly, the veins were like the fluctuations of cultivation, and in his heart, he couldn't help but raise his hands, following the trajectory of the veins, showing the power of cultivation.

And the five blood-red knives that appeared in front of him made him even more frightened and ecstatic... ．

"When the spirit rune was stimulated again, there were spiritual power fluctuations like veins appeared in my eyes, and this vein was condensed by spiritual power... I can see the fluctuations in the spiritual power of the spell at that moment when others cast it..."

Bai Ye's eyes suddenly brightened, and at the same time, he was comparable to the divine consciousness of the tenth layer of condensation, and immediately found that there were spiritual power fluctuations in the five positions around his body.

The face was not shocked, and the two hands were divided, and the five blood knives were slashed forward, on the top of the head, and on both sides of the body, at this moment, in the space where Bai Ye's five swords slashed together, Ma Yue's blood red demon knife appeared in those places in an instant.

"Boom, boom.."

Ten blood knives condensed with spiritual power collided together in the echo of the rumbling.

The overflowing red brilliance slashed the surrounding air, and the white Ye was three feet in circumference, all overflowing with a dazzling red light.

At this moment, no one present could see the real situation there.

When Bai Ye condensed the five blood-red swords, Ma Yue was surprised in her heart, just because the technique of the five swords was already a high-level technique of Fujia, and it was only a true disciple who could practice it.

"Could it be that Bai Ye is a new disciple of a certain elder, but I don't know..."

What made Ma Yue even more surprised was that Bai Ye could detect the trajectory of the five knives.

Although this sword talisman was only half as powerful as herself, even a monk in the same realm could not find it so easily and dissolve it accurately at the moment it appeared.

When the red light dissipated, Bai Ye's unharmed figure was revealed, which made Ma Yue's eyes even more murderous at this time.

Bai Ye's cultivation aura in front of him, although it was only in the middle of the seventh layer of condensation, he could return twice in vain, and seeing that the other party was also not going all out, at this moment, Ma Yue promoted Bai Ye to the level of attention, which was comparable to the attention of a true disciple.

"Even if he is also a true disciple, but the revenge of his brother cannot be avenged, this person does not die, the hatred in my heart... It's hard to get rid of!"

"You will be able to use five swords, I don't know if you will be able to slash with ten swords..."

Ma Yue Leng Sen spoke, pinched the magic technique with both hands, and when he waved, he pressed down suddenly, and the red light in front of him was immediately dazzling, and the knife buds appeared one by one, turning into a blood-colored demon knife.

Among these demon knives, the first one was only a few feet, but when the second one appeared, it increased to two feet, until the tenth appeared, and the demon knife was already three feet long.

At this moment, Ma Yue finally unleashed the power of true cultivation as a true disciple of the peak of the eighth layer of condensation.

Ten blood-colored demon knives hung in front of him, and with Ma Yue's eyes cold, one finger stretched out to Bai Ye, and the first ruler demon knife disappeared in an instant.

A fairy pattern flashed in Bai Ye's left eye, and he was not shocked but rejoiced in his heart.

After experiencing the things of Fang Cai, Bai Ye found that at this moment, he could see the fluctuations of the power of cultivation when the spell was cast, which could not be seen by others, so that he could understand this spell.

This made Bai Ye look forward to it even more when Ma Yue used the Ten Swords.

Staring at Ma Yue, when he looked at Ma Yue, there were countless lines flickering in front of him, but they were only a flash, and he couldn't catch a trace, which made Bai Ye's heart suddenly realize.

"The immortal pattern flashed in my left eye, so that I could see the fluctuation of cultivation, but at this moment, Ma Yue shot with all his might, I don't know if it was the reason for cultivation, or if the magic was profound, the moment the immortal pattern flashed, I couldn't fully capture it, so I couldn't see it clearly..."

When this thought crossed his mind, his divine sense sensed the place where the demon sword appeared, Bai Ye took a deep breath, slapped the treasure bag, and immediately flew out dozens of spirit runes.

These spirit runes were only low-level runes, and Bai Ye understood that even if they were released together, they would not be able to resist the power of this demon knife.

In the battle of the monks above the sixth level of condensation, only the spirit runes of low-level spells, no matter how many they are, they cannot be a means of delay.

At this level, only the middle and high-level spirit runes have the power to fight, but they are limited to ordinary inner disciples.

For true disciples whose spiritual power is more pure and whose magic power is more powerful, only the magic weapon will have a slight effect.

However, his original intention was not to use these low-level spirit runes to contend with them, but only to cover up his real move.

With a wave of his left hand, dozens of spirit runes flew out in an instant, landing on the place where Bai Ye's divine sense found that the demon sword would appear, and immediately released countless low-level spells.

Ma Yue was stunned for a moment when she saw the countless spirit runes that Bai Ye had shot, and then a sneer and disdain appeared on her face.

The sword talisman is only equivalent to the power of the sixth-layer attack of condensation, and it is only a victory that can be escaped and suddenly appears, catching people off guard, and being killed.

If the monk personally attacked, the power would be indescribable, and these ten swords, and in the technique of five swords, it was by no means a simple increase in number.

Thunder and lightning, flames, ice blades, wind blades... Stirring wantonly, making that piece of strange light rumble again and again.