The blood-colored flames that emanated from the tip of the sword were so fierce, burning the air with a simmer, stirring the aura that filled the heavens and the earth, spitting out like silk, forming a blood-red wire net, tightly wrapping the Tsing Yi man in an attack posture.

The aura of slaughter poured out from his body, and in contrast to the scorching heat around him as if he was in a furnace, it was the slightest hint of cold killing machine that chilled the hearts of those with weak willpower, which swept away like a spiritual storm.

A little bit of red flame, dripping from the tip of the sword like candle liquid, was a smooth and mirror-like floor, and there was no combustible object, but it burned quickly.

Ye Wen looked at the vigorous flame in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly, and his eyebrows jumped slightly, as if he was subconsciously trying to avoid the blood that was about to rush to his face.

He squinted slightly, and his young face showed a look of concentration, and then he took a deep breath, and with this movement, his chest bulged like a mountain, and he swallowed a piece of spiritual energy in an instant, transforming it into Dao power at a speed unimaginable to others, blending with the power accumulated in his body.

The muscles in his legs tensed slightly, the soles of his feet contracted slightly, the cold continued to climb, the sound of blood flowing in his veins echoed in his ears like gurgling water, and he felt that as those cold qi diffused out, his spiritual qi seemed to be climbing endlessly towards the peak of the mountain.

Sabre-rattling, touch-and-go.

Suddenly, the huge aura on both sides condensed at the same time, and then the two lights and shadows, one red and one white, flashed past at the same time, and the cold current of fire sneered and shook and crashed on the ground.

Rumble!

The gravel of the wide Datai Mountain flew wildly, the wind was strong, and the solid and smooth floor suddenly shattered and sinted, and the stones were swept up by the wind like garbage, and they collided with each other in mid-air, making a sound like a torrential rain hitting an umbrella.

In the center of the field, two pillars of light, one red and one white, intertwined and soared into the sky, forming two worlds with the sparks in the explosion and the scattered snowflakes, which were the phenomenon of two swords with completely different power and nature slashing at each other in an instant.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, the blood sword and the ice sword were desperately trying to cut each other in half, and countless cracks suddenly appeared in the clothes of the people in Tsing Yi, but as if there were silk threads connected, they did not shatter immediately, Ye Wen's already very tattered clothes, as if they were torn apart by brute force, and more than half of them were broken.

The air was shaken and flowing, driving with a howling wind.

The two pillars of light gradually dissipated in a rumbling sound, and a straight line appeared from the ground to the sky, which was the ember of brilliance, but it was as sharp as a knife blade, and it rushed straight up from the ground, tearing through the illusory clouds, and suddenly pouring down like a waterfall.

A loud bang rang out again.

The gravel dancing on the big platform was swept away by the aftermath of the strong wind, and the stone platform that had been integrated a moment ago suddenly broke into two sides at this moment, like a sharp knife cutting down on a piece of cake, neatly aligned, the cross-section was extremely smooth and straight, not even a little undulating, clean to the point of making people feel terrible.

The sound of violent impact echoed wildly in the air, and the moment seemed to be never-ending.

But time stagnant eventually begins to flow.

Suddenly, the figures of the Tsing Yi man and Ye Wen suddenly separated, bringing up a crazy flow of ice and fire, revealing the deep fracture marks on the big stage.

They ignored the fracture on the ground, and their figures suddenly gathered and scattered, rushing with a terrifying aura like walking on the ground, once, twice, three times...... It's like two giant mountains gliding and hitting each other on the sea, and they don't give in to each other, and the momentum alone can be described as equal.

Every flicker of the figure is an all-out confrontation.

The sword of the man in Tsing Yi is wide open and closed, tight and heavy to the extreme, and the smell of blood emitted becomes more and more intense with the swing of the blood sword, and every stroke of the sword will bring a whistling wind, like a huge mountain-like sense of oppression, and the floor that was already shattered and collapsed with every step of the charge became more and more collapsed.

Ye Wen's sword wind was as dense as rain, and it was as sharp as a blizzard, with the light and elegant pace, every time the ice sword stabbed out, it seemed to be blowing a storm and snow in the sky, attacking wildly towards the enemy's vital point, it seemed to be the impact of a sword, but in fact it was the overlap of dozens of swords.

The stone bricks on the platform that were constantly smashed and flying had been crushed into powder, and those crystal clear ice cubes were cut into ice picks by the wind in mid-air, and then slammed into the ground, making a heavy impact sound, smashing into deep holes, and instantly melting into cold water gurgling down.

The stone platform, which was enough to withstand the melee of dozens of sixfold cultivators, had been ravaged in a few moments, and it was no longer like two humans were fighting, but two behemoths were fighting wildly.

The man in Tsing Yi held the blood sword in his hand and rushed towards Ye Wen, who was also advancing, and the sword in his hand that seemed to have been soaked in the blood pool for hundreds of years suddenly stabbed out violently, interweaving an impermeable sword wall in mid-air, the strong smell of blood was almost suffocating, and even the air seemed to be a part of the blood.

A roar roared at the tip of the sword!

Ye Wen's eyes were as cold as frost, in an absolute calm state, he was not shaken by the terrible ghost howl, and the figure quickly flashed up, as if he couldn't see the sword wall in front of him, and he wanted to hit it headlong.

He swung a sword calmly and silently, no matter the posture, angle and power of the sword, it was exactly the same as every sword before it, his eyes were so focused, it was obviously a sword, but it was like a part of his body extending out, and a white turbulence slashed through the air, sinking straight into the wall of the sword that was as strict as blood.

Zizi.

The sword wall suddenly collapsed and scattered, like a waterfall shattering with the collapse of the mountain cliff, and it was thought that the embankment had been broken and the torrent gushed out, bursting with blood in the rumbling sound.

And at this moment, another sword came straight through the blood mist, straight to Ye Wen's neck.

Ye Wen stared at the sword shadow that fused with the surrounding blood, and his gently raised palm suddenly erupted a stream of cold energy, vibrating around the palm of his hand with circles of white ripples, and a touch of white sword marks appeared out of thin air.

One sword turned into ten swords, and the lightning generally came first at an extremely tricky angle, and it actually crossed the blood sword directly, bringing out a white afterimage in mid-air, the cold wind was blowing, and the cold air of heaven and earth on the big platform seemed to be pulled by the sword, rushing from all directions, gathering at the tip of the ice sword.

The ice sword that broke through the sky, like a speeding boat in front of it, cut through the waves, and the figure of the person almost blended with the shadow of the sword.

Ye Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, the reason why he chose this seemingly lose-lose approach was to test one thing, if the opponent was really as he suspected, a ghoul who lacked thinking ability, the result would be obvious, the other party would definitely continue to stab the blood sword forward, allowing his ice sword to break through the defense line.

But in Ye Wen's estimation, the situation of losing both sides will not happen in the end, because his sword is faster, more accurate and spicier, and has a great impact, the moment the ice sword pierces the flesh and blood, the powerful force will knock the opponent's body into the air, and with this moment of flying out, the blood sword that attacks him will become a false move that will never touch the target.

At this time, the blood of the front stab suddenly blurred.

Ye Wen's pupils shrank slightly, and his body leaning forward suddenly stagnated.