Sword is the leader of all soldiers. A warrior who can be king in the field of swords is naturally the supreme emperor in the world.
Jiang Poxiao and Ye Junlin looked at each other, and endless sword energy surged from the two people. It was like two waterfalls, flowing down from the cliff, and then water splashed the entire dust.
Ye Junlin waved his sword and came up, and the raging flames spreading from the Red Flame Sword illuminated this small space.
Jiang Poxiao slowly wiped his sword with a calm expression. Even though the young man in front of him had a "genius talent", he was a few years behind him.
In the world of cultivation, the gap in realms is sometimes the most difficult to make up for.
Ye Junlin's long sword swept through the sky, and the four sword energy was like four rushing fire dragons, swallowing Jiang Poxiao.
Jiang Poxiao looked at the four fire dragons, and his face, which had been through vicissitudes, finally showed a look of attention. His right hand tightened the "Tornado Sword", seemed to wave it casually, and then several wind blades shot out, cutting the four giant dragons into shattered lights all over the sky.
The firelight slowly fell to the ground, just like the gorgeous fireworks afterwards.
Ye Junlin's face was slightly moved. The person who could break his attack with a casual sword was definitely one of the most peak people in the "Chixiao Fan Domain".
Jiang Poxiao has a good patience. The depth of time has long smoothed out his hostility. Compared with young people like A Er, A San and Ye Junlin, he is not only better than his cultivation level, but also his life experience.
"Break the wind!"
"Cut the iron!"
The colorful mysterious energy surged on Ye Junlin's body. With Ye Junlin's swing, two sword lights, like two dazzling pearls, rushed towards Jiang Poxiao.
Jiang Poxiao looked at Ye Junlin who had already begun to get restless, and his mouth raised slightly. He thought to himself: "After that, he is a young man. Although his combat power is good, his temper still needs to be tempered!"
Jiang Poxiao thought, and the "torna sword" in his hand rose again, and a purple light ball emanated from his body, bursting out with an extremely powerful aura.
That is the power of the wind-attributed mysterious power.
"Wind Blade Slash!"
Jiang Poxiao swung his sword, and several gusts of wind were like flying blades. In just one moment, he swept Ye Junlin out two sword lights and split into shattered lights all over the sky.
This time, it was finally Ye Junlin's turn to be shocked.
Since the "Black Stone Mine", Ye Junlin's combat career has been like a horse running on the grassland and a flat horse. Although there were some minor accidents, overall, it was extremely smooth.
The excessively smooth life almost exhausted Ye Junlin's original "carefulness". Before he knew it, Ye Junlin began to become arrogant and even a little conceited.
Fanjun discovered this, but he did not point it out. What he wanted was an opportunity like now to teach Ye Junlin a good lesson.
The wind blade swung by Jiang Poxiao continued to drive straight in and came to Ye Junlin in an instant.
Ye Junlin was not afraid or avoided, and let the wind blade fly towards him, but in his heart he silently activated the "Sword Qi Divine Art".
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
The purple wind blade hit Ye Junlin's "Sword Qi Armor", and two crisp sounds resounded in the ears of the two.
Ye Junlin patted his chest with a very arrogant look.
"But that's it!" Ye Junlin sneered.
"Oh--" Fan Jun sighed slightly. Obviously, he felt extremely regretful of Ye Junlin's "arrogance".
"Hmph!" Jiang Poxiao sneered, and his originally solemn expression became relaxed. He was still confident that he would defeat such an arrogant young man.
The purple magnificent light grew, and in the narrow space blocked by Fanjun, it suddenly seemed like a strong wind was overflowing.
Ye Junlin felt the storm, and he felt a little as if he had any insights.
However, Jiang Poxiao did not give him any sense time, because he was already rushing over with a sharp sword in his hand.
Jiang Poxiao jumped high, and on the "Tornado Sword" in his hand, countless wind blades shot towards Ye Junlin as he slashed.
These wind blades seem to be slightly different from those just now, because there seems to be some unusual light leaping on these wind blades.
Ye Junlin discovered this, but he did not take it seriously, because he arrogantly believed that under the defense of the "Sword Qi Divine Art", these wind blades would be difficult to cause damage to him.
But, he was wrong.
Although Jiang Poxiao's wind blade failed to cause damage to him, it exploded violently when it hit his sword armor.
Ye Junlin's body was blown away by countless tiny explosions.
The corners of Jiang Poxiao's mouth rose slightly, because he was waiting for this moment.
Jiang Poxiao seized the opportunity and his thin body jumped up again. More purple wind blades surged on his "Tornado Sword". The dark "Tornado Sword" cut straight down from Ye Junlin's chest and abdomen like a surging sharp blade.
If this sword hit Ye Junlin, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.
Ye Junlin naturally would not sit still and wait for death. The colorful mysterious energy surged up again, just like the rolling clouds.
"Sword Qi Divine Art."
"Golden Dragon Shield Technique."
"Netherworld Mysterious Armor Art."
Ye Junlin showed off the "defensive mysterious skills" he learned without hesitation.
Jiang Poxiao was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this young man had learned so many mysterious skills.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The "Tornado Sword" fell heavily, and the shield condensed by the golden dragon was instantly cut into pieces after a roar. The "Tornado Sword" continued to fall, and the armor condensed by the colorful mysterious energy also shattered.
Now, the only thing that can protect Ye Junlin is the inner armor condensed by the sword energy.
Ye Junlin was a little arrogant, but he was not stupid.
Just as Jiang Poxiao formulated his strategy and tried to defeat him, he was doing the same thing.
At this time, his and Jiang Poxiao's bodies were both falling from mid-air, and it was quite difficult to move.
However, it is difficult to move, which does not mean that you cannot move.
A smile bloomed on Ye Junlin's face.
The next moment, two purple wings appeared on his back. Ye Junlin's body was suspended in the air, and then countless sword lights mixed with flames rushed towards Jiang Poxiao.
Countless sword lights, like fireflies flying all over the sky, flew straight towards Jiang Poxiao.
Jiang Poxiao looked as usual, and the "torna sword" in his hand actually left his right hand and spun in the air. The purple wind blade was mixed with sharp sword energy, and as it continued to rotate, it finally condensed into a two-color disc.
Just like the purple Tai Chi diagram array.
The countless sword lights that Ye Junlin swung were thrown in all directions like a meteor shower when he collided with the Tai Chi diagram array.
Ye Junlin's heart began to become even more violent. From the beginning of the battle to the present, he has been being suppressed and beaten without any advantage. This made him extremely uneasy.
Jiang Poxiao looked at Ye Junlin who had already begun to be "chaotic", and finally a smile appeared on his face.
If the opponent is in trouble, he will definitely be the one who gets the benefits.
Ye Junlin fell to the ground, and his purple wings were retracted to his back.
Then, the surging sword energy surged from him, as if he was going to bet on the final blow.
"Sword One, Break the Wind."
"Sword 2, kill the soul."
The red flames, mixed with sharp sword energy, rushed out. Along with the waves, there was an invisible sword energy attack.
The smile on old Jiang Poxiao's face flashed by.
In his hand, the endless sword energy also surged.
"Wind Escape, the Sword Technique of the Wind."
Jiang Poxiao held the "Storm of Wind" in both hands and swung it hard towards the red wave. At that moment, several roaring tornadoes suddenly appeared in the narrow space. Together with the sword energy, they devoured Ye Junlin.
Originally, Jiang Poxiao had a certain chance of winning, but he lost.
He did not lose in terms of fighting attitude, what he lost in was his mysterious attributes.
Ye Junlin's "Breaking Wind Style", as the name suggests, is itself a mysterious skill that can tear apart the wind. So when the tornado that Jiang Poxiao swung and encountered the red tiny wave, it was instantly shattered.
Several tornadoes were like several storm dragons, which were instantly cut off by a red sharp blade.
Then, never see you again.
The invisible sword energy rushed into Jiang Poxiao's sea of consciousness, like a naughty little monkey, turning his sea of consciousness upside down.
Jiang Poxiao held his head and rolled on the ground in pain.
Then the back of the god of death enveloped him. Ye Junlin's sharp sword pierced into his heart, and then there was no more...