The sword in the hand of the man in Tsing Yi suddenly folded back in a way that violated the laws of physics, and it actually appeared in front of the ice sword in an instant, blocking the space with the sword body in front of it, and accurately resisting the sword stabbed by Ye Wen.

Like a storm of ice swords, it struck on the churning flesh of the sword. Ye Wen looked at the sword marks formed by the crazy stabbing of the ice blade on the blood sword, and was slightly shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect that the man in Tsing Yi actually had such a move, and the flexibility of his swordsmanship was incredible.

Ye Wen couldn't help but wonder in his heart, although the speed of the ghoul was as fast as lightning, it should be a short board in terms of flexibility, was there really a possibility of corpse transformation for a monk who could use such a sword move?

He didn't really believe that the other party could be a ghoul who was manipulated into labor, and now he doubted whether he was too careful, after all, he had never heard of a monk being able to maintain his sanity after being corpsed.

Or was the change in the sword moves on the other side at the moment just now out of instinct rather than rational judgment?

A series of dense blade strikes sounded one after another, and one after another ice picks with a crazy momentum, accompanied by the rotation of the sword-wielder's wrist, constantly crashed into the blood sword that blocked the trajectory.

Every time the tip of the sword collided with the sword body, the figure of the man in Tsing Yi retreated again and again, and the white light shone on his wooden and weird face, illuminating his deep eyes, but it could not reflect the true emotions in the pupils of this person.

Dead silence, emptiness, nothingness, chaos, turbidity, Ye Wen stared at the eyes of the people in Tsing Yi while attacking frantically, and understood the meaning in an instant, this is already a state beyond calmness and reason, but a lifeless breath that does not understand human nature.

The blade-like cold wind tore the air with the sword dance, drawing shallow blood marks on the skin of the Tsing Yi people, and a trace of blood seeped out, and the figure of the Tsing Yi people retreated further, and the shaking of the body became more and more clear, just like a residual candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.

Although he escaped the temptation of Ye Wentong's death, under the hasty defense, in the face of the violent and dense sword moves of the wind, it was still obvious that he was gradually falling behind, and the defensive posture began to show signs of imminent collapse.

Collapse!

The edge of the blood sword suddenly cracked, opening a small gap, and the originally seamless defense suddenly revealed a fatal flaw, and a white sword shadow circled like a spirit snake, biting towards the thin shoulder.

The tip of the sword pierced through the air with a fierce cold air, and in the next moment, most of the Tsing Yi man's shirt was broken, and then, a terrible wound suddenly emerged from his shoulder, and that white shadow could reach a position three inches away from the skin, when the sword mark was cut to a distance of an inch, the shoulder was already bleeding, revealing Bai Sensen's bones.

"Win—"

Ye Wen was happy in his heart, this was not the highest realm opponent he had ever met, but it was the only opponent who made his heart a little hairy, the degree of difficulty and the pressure brought by this Tsing Yi man even exceeded the boundaries of his own cultivation realm, it was precisely because of this fact that Ye Wen couldn't help but feel rare joy for the next moment when he was about to win.

But this rare mood swing came to an abrupt end in less than a breath, because Ye Wen suddenly appeared, and the tip of the sword that should have been successfully penetrated seemed to have stabbed a steel plate, and it was not an ordinary steel plate, but a strange bone plate that seeped out the breath of death, which actually made it difficult for his sword to move forward in the slightest, and he was blocked outside.

Ye Wen's pupils shrank sharply, and then, a crazy and loud howl sounded from the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi, this was no longer a human voice, nor the roar of a beast, but a terrible howl that was almost like a ghost, and with this palpitating sound vibrating the air, a huge and fierce murderous aura mixed with a strange dead aura gushed out.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi was pale, his eyes were blood-red, and his face was slightly distorted, destroying the handsomeness that Mu Ne couldn't hide, and he had a long mouth like a ghost.

In the midst of the howling, Ye Wen resolutely let go of the ice sword that stabbed in front of him but could not advance or retreat, and the lightning retreated backwards like a bolt, and it was four feet away as soon as he retreated.

The pupils of the man in Tsing Yi were blood-red, and he suddenly collapsed his chest and exhaled, the surging blood was boiling wildly, and the green tendons all over his body appeared, as if he was about to break out, and a cloud of blood mist spewed out from the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi, his steps retreated slightly, and his body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to attack.

With the crazy wrapping of the blood mist, a blood-colored flame suddenly rose on the surface of his body, the flames enveloped the body of the man in Tsing Yi, scorching the aura around him, and making a strange sound of sneering.

The blood-colored flames spread from the skin, rushed down the arm, swelled from the wrist, and then frantically surged towards the blood sword in his hand, so that the blood became even hotter and more blurred, as if it was wrapped in a cloud of smoke, and the entire blade seemed to twist in mid-air.

This is no longer a sword, but a strange and unfathomable fire.

Ye Wen looked at the man in Tsing Yi with a solemn expression, whether the opponent was a corpse or a demon, all questions became unimportant, because if he wasted time thinking about the problem, the person who died would be him, and no matter how profound the truth was before death, it would become completely meaningless at the moment of death.

In the face of such a scene, in the face of such a terrifying aura, Ye Wen only felt that his heart seemed to be held by an invisible hand, as if it would be crushed at any time, he knew very well that this was just an illusion that the human body subconsciously produced in the face of danger, which was a signal that reminded the owner of the body that if he was half a little lax, the illusion would eventually become a fact.

So it's also a portent.

Ye Wen's thin lips were pursed, and tens of thousands of snowflakes had appeared around him at some point, whistling and flying wildly, the snowflakes were originally white, but they were dyed black in the process of flying, as black as ink, and then fell flutteringly, landing on Ye Wen's face, hands, body, and feet, and then quickly covered Ye Wen's body and face.

This Tsing Yi man of unknown origin and I don't know if he is really a contestant, fell in Ye Wen's eyes, and he has changed from an opponent worth fighting to an existence that must be killed desperately, because the Tsing Yi man is indeed very powerful, far more powerful than imagined, this is no longer the level of mercy that can be merciful.

The killing intent and evil thoughts of the people in Tsing Yi are also very obvious, and they have long gone beyond the scope of competition and competition, and the tension of the atmosphere is no less than the life-and-death struggle in the jungle.

Therefore, Ye Wen also knows very well that if he can't take out all the hole cards before the opponent attacks, and still wants to hide it, the fate of dying on the spot is almost no suspense.

Rumble!

A terrifying aura appeared out of thin air, Ye Wen felt the aura of heaven and earth pouring into his body, feeling the agitation of a certain force in the blood between the muscles, steaming frantically, roaring silently.

In an instant, a pitch-black figure wearing black armor appeared on the big stage, and countless mystical runes flickered from the surface.