Glancing over from the corner of his eye, Ye Wen's expression remained unchanged, the five fingers of his right hand in his sleeve pinched into the void, and the swirling spiritual qi flow suddenly converged in the palm of his hand, instantly condensing a crystal clear ice sword, and then his right hand suddenly stretched out.

A white sword light appeared in mid-air, no snowflakes floated out of the air, but a cold and piercing feeling had already permeated, and the red bubbles boiling on the ground suddenly subsided, and the ice fog was great for a while.

The ice sword flashed with cold light, and the speed of stabbing out was faster than before, and it seemed to be in a hurry, but it was like an antelope hanging its horns, and there was no trace to be found, and it was directly past the guard circle of the man in Tsing Yi, which was worthy of hitting the opponent's lower abdomen.

With the stabbing of this sword, the figure that rushed forward suddenly became the prey entangled in vines, and the monstrous momentum was suffocated, the flame at the tip of the blood sword seemed to become weak, like a broken candle in the wind, and the faint red flame that covered the body seemed to add a bit of white.

Immediately after, a slight sound sounded, it was the sound of an object shattering, and countless fragments of spiritual energy spurted out in all directions, and then it sounded the howl of the man in Tsing Yi who seemed to be a ghost with a bit of pain.

The flame armor in the lower abdomen of the man in Tsing Yi shattered, and a puff of black blood floated in the air, like the stench of a rotting corpse quickly spread, and then suddenly retreated in a terrible voice, which was able to avoid the second sword that Ye Wen had sharpened.

Ye Wen looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was retreating crazily, and when he saw the picture of black blood floating by, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, and the shock in his heart was far more intense than his calm appearance.

This black blood is one of the hallmarks of a high-ranking ghoul.

But more importantly......

Ye Wen sighed softly, his eyes narrowed slightly, it was really quite terrifying defensive power, he was able to withstand his full sword without dying, and it didn't seem to have any combat ability.

Several lines of black blood flowed out of the face of the man in Tsing Yi, as if it had seeped out from the skull, but it was not a wound caused by Ye Wen's sword, it was already a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to target the weakness of the abdomen just now, even with Ye Wen's eyesight and skills, it was difficult to stab two vital parts at the same time.

The man in Tsing Yi who was wounded by the failure of the surprise attack, after retreating ten zhang, bent down like a rickety old man, with that kind of injury, if he was replaced by an ordinary monk, he must have been on the verge of death and could not move, and he fell directly to the ground, but the wound caused by this sword seemed to make the breath of the man in Tsing Yi even more violent and high.

Ye Wen understands very well that even a ghoul known for his tenacious vitality may be able to live without eating or drinking for a few years, but he is definitely not an immortal creature, once he is overwound or crushed by a force far beyond himself, he will not be able to escape the fate of falling.

Although he doesn't know the details of the Tsing Yi people, he can be sure that there must be a certain critical point in the violent state that the Tsing Yi people are inspiring now, and once a certain period of time passes, the combat power will be crazy and weakened like a thousand miles.

Although before this, the lethality of the other side may continue to climb until it exceeds the limit of what the physical body can hold.

Originally, if the opponent was a sane monk, Ye Wen would definitely directly advise the other party, it was better to admit defeat directly, and if he continued to fight like this, even if he won the competition, he would leave many sequelae, and even affect the progress of his lifelong cultivation.

But at this moment, Ye Wen didn't even have to ask questions, he could know the other party's answer, it should be said, and he also knew that the other party did not have the reason to give an answer at this time, and the violent and murderous aura had already announced everything, it was almost a dead man's attempt to die with everything.

The hands of the man in Tsing Yi shook violently, and the skin that oozed blood under the torn clothes, like a bonfire with firewood, suddenly became hot and translucent, and the originally dim and looming flames suddenly grew stronger, and countless sparks swung out in the air.

Blood-colored flames seeped out from the flesh and skin of the bone marrow, and instantly enveloped the whole body of the man in Tsing Yi, along with the increasingly hideous face, and then a cloud of blood mist burst out, revealing a blood-colored figure with a crackling sound.

Ye Wen looked at the man in Tsing Yi in surprise, staring at the other party's posture wearing almost physical armor, not only the style was quite close, but even the aura emitted was very similar to his Dao pattern armor, as if it came from the same source, and even the beauty of the parts on the armor of the two sides had reached the same level.

Obviously it is just a rickety figure, but it is like a majestic giant mountain towering between heaven and earth, on the blood-colored armor, exuding an extremely powerful rune, the surface of the armor flashes countless blood-colored silk threads, each silk thread is pulling the aura of heaven and earth.

Ye Wen remembered the ecstasy he had just experienced when he experimented with the black armor, and remembered that he had crushed the five people of the Cold Wind Zhai with his newly acquired strength, and a wry smile appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself: "What a retribution, I didn't expect to be slapped in the face with a similar pattern so soon." ”

However, while talking to himself, there was no trace of negativity in his eyes, and then he took a small step gently, and at the moment when the soles of his feet just stepped on the ground, a cloud of black gas rose from the black armor on his body, and his entire body was quickly submerged in black mist.

On the big platform, two figures exuding an astonishing aura were in the midst of a confrontation that was about to erupt, their respective flames churning wildly above the armor.

A blood-colored flame burst out from the palm of the man in Tsing Yi, and the fire arcs immediately walked up and down like blood snakes, and this fire arc was full of terrifying Dao power, which could be said to be extremely strong.

Ye Wen waved his hands slightly, each condensed a cold ice sword, and by slowly retracting, the two ice swords were staggered and docked in front of him, and at this moment, the two sides seemed to melt the ice and snow, and the tips of the swords merged into one, and as Ye Wen pressed and closed his hands, he pulled out a black flame.

Black fire burns ice.

With one hand let go, Ye Wen flicked his other hand slightly, and a black and white strange sword was held in his hand, and the floor around him instantly became charred, and white spots appeared in the black color like charcoal.

The man in Tsing Yi's slumped body lifted slightly, the soles of his feet twisted slightly at the same time, and his heels stood on tiptoe slightly, like a fierce beast about to gallop, his eyes burning with violent flames.

Rumble!

In the next moment, at the moment when the floor exploded, the man in Tsing Yi turned into a bloody shadow and rushed towards Ye Wen frantically, and the sound of breaking the air shook the entire space.

Ye Wen's expression was serious, his arm vibrated suddenly, and the black and white sword shadow suddenly burst out, stabbing directly at the blood-colored figure opposite, the air was like an entity, not tearing apart, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil, and a strange sound echoed, directly overshadowing the sound of breaking the sky.

The blood-colored sword was fast, incomparably fast, the blood-colored flame was very hot, beyond imagination, and the blood sword with the momentum of killing everything collided straight into Ye Wen's sword like this.

The sound of dense impact sounded wildly, and in an instant, I don't know how many swords were staggered, and countless white and black blood lights splashed out in all directions like entities.