As the fight intensified, the expression of Wang Wei, the Supreme Patriarch of the Yusha Sect, became even colder. It was only now that he had a real fight with Nangong Feixue that he truly felt how difficult the other party was.
The movement of the light string is a stream of extremely terrifying rays of light emitted. The speed is so fast and the amount of rays of light is overwhelming. Let alone getting close, it is difficult to maintain a distance of 100 meters. Moreover, the attacks of the rays of light can be superimposed on each other, and the attacks can be connected one after another.
The first level, like the waves of the sea, did not give anyone any chance to breathe. Moreover, what shocked him the most was the extremely cold air in the opponent's spiritual energy. This strange extremely cold air appeared every time.
When the two sides were fighting, the energy would be transmitted quietly into his body along the crutches, causing his senses to decrease and his reactions to fail, forcing him to devote his mind and energy to expel it and refine it.
Under such a fight, he had a tendency to lose ground, and Wang Wei had no room to display his own strength. This made him feel extremely depressed. This kind of battle was really too frustrating.
"Peng!"
The light emitted by the Jiugong Tianqin collided with the crutch again, and the blast of air shook Wang Wei back several steps. Wang Wei took advantage of the situation with a gloomy face and retreated quickly. The spiritual energy in his body surged out rapidly, knocking out the silk in his body.
His extremely uncomfortable cold breath melted away.
But facing Nangong Feixue, who was obviously stronger than him, Wang Wei smiled, "Little girl, no matter how you struggle today, this Ice Water Continent belongs to my Yusha Sect, and after you die, the Holy Spirit will
I will accept all the pearls." Thinking of that man's strength, Wang Wei showed a cruel smile on his face and said grimly to Nangong Feixue. But Nangong Feixue gently picked up the Jiugong Tianqin with a dull look.
He stared at Wang Wei without saying anything.
Seeing Nangong Feixue's appearance, Wang Wei was filled with anger and shouted into the void: "Brother Yang Yi, it seems that I still need to ask for your help."
Nangong Feixue frowned. After the Yusha Sect, a majestic momentum that made the faces of many people present changed wildly, slowly spread out, and finally enveloped the entire Xuanlin Valley. Feeling this
With a slightly familiar smell, Nangong Feixue said three words in surprise: "Zhang Yuanjie?"
As the majestic aura with a hint of coldness spread from behind the Yusha Sect, the battles in the sky and on the ground gradually stopped because of this, and the strong men on both sides looked at each other in shock and uncertainty.
Towards the source of the breath, except for a very few people, not many people seem to know where the owner of this breath comes from.
Even Leng Xinhan, the fourth-level Heavenly Spirit Saint of the Sixteenth Series, and Li Ting, became extremely ugly when they felt the aura, because they found that the majesty of this aura was far greater than theirs.
, even more terrifying than Nangong Feixue and Wang Wei, who are currently the most powerful on the battlefield. At this time, the appearance of such a heavyweight strongman is enough to reverse the outcome of this battle.
Nangong Feixue glanced towards the source of the majestic aura and looked at it calmly.
"Hey, little girl, you didn't expect that our Yusha Sect actually has a Dzogchen Realm. Today, I want to see if you can fight one against two!" Wang Wei stamped the void with his crutch, and his voice
He smiled grimly.
Nangong Feixue glanced at him lightly, and then turned her gaze to where the northern sky was. Coincidentally, among the auspicious clouds, a small hand inadvertently made a V-shaped gesture of relief. As far as the eye could see, Duanmu Yunji was smiling.
At this moment, behind the Yusha Sect, a thick cold spiritual energy suddenly surged out, and immediately a strange man whose whole body was covered in black rushed towards the battlefield. In a few flashes, he stopped straight away.
In the sky, the black robe was blown by the wind, revealing a vague appearance that was neither human nor ghost.
"Humph, Wang Wei, I said that you have just reached the Dzogchen realm of the ten-line fourth-turn Heavenly Spirit Emperor, and you can defeat the sixteen-line fourth-turn Heavenly Spirit Saint. In the Dzogchen realm, you can only be the most powerful among the saints.
You are weak, but you have to show off." The black robe floated into the sky out of thin air, a pair of eyes swept across the sky, and then he said in a strange voice.
"Brother Yang Yi, this woman is indeed not simple, but compared with your strength, she is no match for you. If you take action, the two pills in her body are good things, just dedicated to you, and today's battle is
It is about who will rule the Bingshui Continent in the future, so I have to ask Brother Yang Yi to help." Wang Wei smiled, but in his words he was a little afraid of this mysterious man in black robes.
"You have to know that our clan will not take action easily. If we do, just two Holy Spirit Beads are not enough." A dark and cold voice in black robes sounded in the sky.
Hearing this, Wang Wei's expression obviously changed slightly, but he gritted his teeth immediately and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, please don't worry. I will give you as many souls as you want here. If it's not enough, I will kill more mortals.
Give them all away until you have killed enough."
"Hmm." The black-robed weirdo named Yang Yi made a gloomy hum, and then slowly glanced at the chaotic battlefield. He smiled coldly, moved his body, and immediately a burst of cold spiritual energy shot out from his body.
Then it came out, and finally coiled around it, and it turned out to be as sinister as a ghost.
"Then I'll kill this woman. Wang Wei, you don't have to take action. I don't think you can help me with your little strength." In the sky, Yang Yi glanced at Nangong Feixue lightly, and then said sarcastically.
Hearing Yang Yi's words, Wang Wei's face suddenly turned green and white. However, due to the opponent's strength, he did not dare to reply. At the moment, he could only transfer his anger to Nangong Feixue, with that look that said something.
Unrivaled viciousness.
After Yang Yi made a mockery, he stopped talking and glanced at Nangong Feixue casually. With a flick of his finger, a black aura suddenly shot out.
Facing this strange attack, Nangong Feixue stretched out her jade hand at the same time, and withdrew a stream of ice energy.
The two spiritual energy collided, and Yang Yi won. Nangong Feixue's ice energy shattered directly. The black spiritual energy was also much darker, but it continued to rush over.
Nangong Feixue waved her sleeves, and immediately her body trembled and she retreated strangely. As she retreated, illusory afterimages continued to emerge.
"laugh!"
The black spiritual energy swept down, but did not hit Nangong Feixue, but only hit an afterimage.
"Huh?"
Seeing that the attack was dodged by Nangong Feixue, Yang Yi was immediately surprised, then sneered, pointed his hand, and shot out another strange black spiritual energy. This spiritual energy seemed to be shot easily, but in fact it condensed all of Yang Yi's energy.
The power is equivalent to Yang Yi's full blow. It can be seen that if Nangong Feixue can easily repel this attack, she can almost defeat Yang Yi.
Nangong Feixue is obviously not good enough now. Her figure is wrapped in silver light, and her feet are taking strange steps. Every time, she is able to narrowly avoid the offensive of black spiritual energy.
As the pursuit continued, but still to no avail, Yang Yi's face gradually turned ugly. He did not expect that Nangong Feixue was so slippery. Under his attack, the opponent could easily dodge every time.
"Hey, woman, I really underestimated you, but let me see how you can escape next?"
In anger, Yang Yi sneered. When he moved his handprints, black mist filled his body. Immediately, there was a crashing sound. Suddenly, about seven or eight black auras shot out, and they dodge overwhelmingly.
Nangong Feixue chased after her. This time the black spiritual energy was obviously not as powerful as the previous one, but seven or eight strands appeared at the same time. Under Yang Yi's cold drink that contained murderous intent, the black spiritual energy almost formed a trap.
The situation blocked all Nangong Feixue's escape routes. As a result, Nangong Feixue had no choice but to resist.
As if she knew she couldn't avoid it, Nangong Feixue also stopped her useless struggle, frowned slightly and looked at the black spiritual energy that was rapidly expanding in her pupils. Just when she was about to resist with all her strength, the raised Jiugong Tianqin suddenly let go again.
Come down.
Seeing that Nangong Feixue actually gave up her resistance, a look of ferocity flashed across Wang Wei's face, and he could almost predict Nangong Feixue's miserable death look at the next moment.
Under the gaze of countless eyes with various thoughts, the seven or eight black auras also flew away. However, at the moment when they were about to hit Nangong Feixue, the space where her body was located suddenly became distorted.
, and as the space distorted, a glass-like light curtain suddenly appeared, and the seven or eight black auras that originally had an extremely perfect trajectory suddenly hit the glass-shaped light curtain, and finally the glass light curtain trembled a few times.
After that, everything disappeared helplessly.
The sudden scene immediately caused an uproar in the whole place. After being stunned for a moment, Yang Yi suddenly shouted sharply, "Who dares to meddle in other people's business? Get out of my way quickly, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, what can you do?" At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded, "The aura of strength is exactly the same as Zhang Yuanjie's. Of course, I have to admit that you are better than Zhang Yuanjie.
, I am afraid that it has reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the Thirteen Lines and the First Transformation Heavenly Spiritual Sage. But if it is the family that Zhang Yuanjie mentioned, why is his surname Zhang and your surname Yang?"
As soon as this voice came out, perhaps the impact on the battlefield was not as great as the panic caused by Yang Yi's appearance. But for those masters, for Yang Yi, Wang Wei and other peak powerhouses, it was shocked to the limit, because with their strength
Their spiritual senses have been able to radiate out for a long time, but their spiritual senses did not detect the speaker at all. Does this mean that the strength of the person coming is stronger than the two of them? Of course, it is also possible that he is hidden with armor that hides his aura.
But Yang Yi and Wang Wei believed in the former more, because if someone weaker than the two of them came out with such a calm and nonchalant voice, wouldn't they be looking for death? Not to mention the ease with which they helped Nangong Feixue with one blow before.
At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in front of Nangong Feixue. The person who came was none other than Ye Feng.