Chapter 477: Ye Yang fights with swords and swords, and Ye Yang fights with Changqiu Dao Xinghe

Chapter 477: Ye Yang fights with swords and swords, and Ye Yang fights with Changqiu Dao Xinghe

At the beginning of the new year, snowflakes arrive.

This spring did not usher in the warm spring breeze.

Instead, it unexpectedly snowed.

The cold wind swept across and heavy snow rolled in.

The biting cold wind swept across the vast land, and the goose-feather-like snow danced with the wind, intertwining into an overwhelming snow curtain.

The first ray of sunlight rises in the morning.

The Universiade Dynasty is on the top of a mountain in Kyoto.

The winter sunshine passes through the sparse tree shadows, reflecting the thick ice and snow on the mountain, shining brightly and with mottled light and shadow.

This is just an ordinary mountain top, nothing surprising, but today there are almost people standing around the mountain top.

There were almost people standing in front and behind the mountain.

Some were wearing armor and holding sharp blades, waiting quietly.

Some are wearing Taoist robes, flying in the sky, looking at them carefully.

There are also princes, nobles, and immortal giants sitting on the giant flying ship, waiting comfortably with a cup of tea and a red clay stove.

"The war has started?"

A burly general, wearing a golden crown, walking on cloud-like shoes, and wearing light yellow armor, sat on Feizhou's bed and took a sip of wine.

His voice was as deep and powerful as a war drum, and as the words fell, the entire spirit ship seemed to tremble three times.

This is the sage general of the Universiade Dynasty. He conquered mountains and temples, and conquered countless sects.

There was another man with flying feathers all over his body. When his wings were spread out, they seemed to be able to cover the sky. Every time he waved, he brought up strong winds and kicked up dust.

He is a real person.

"I wonder if Gu Xuan from Feitian Sect will be here."

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, looking through the wind and snow to see what was happening in the distance.

There is another person next to him, standing side by side with Master Feiyu, but he is completely different.

This man was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a string of trembling copper bells hanging around his waist. His steps were steady, as if every step he took was stepping on the rhythm of heaven and earth.

His face was peaceful, and there was a touch of compassion in his eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and soothe their souls.

"I've been awake for decades and have nothing to do. This battle can just relieve my boredom."

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"Second brother, I pressed one hundred thousand spiritual stones, I hope you can win."

Yang Xiaoyan looked at the mountains and fields. Her eyes passed through the layers of green and stayed on the vast sky in the distance.

The mountain breeze blew by, carrying her long hair and clothes, as if it could dissipate her sorrow with the wind.

…

"Feitianmen, it's such a familiar name, but it's been so long that people can't remember it."

"Who am I? Beihai Shenni or Wu Qing?"

A nun had her head shaved and was wearing a moon-white gauze. All white, with a silver whisk in one hand,

At this moment, he frowned and seemed to be thinking of something, but he was not sure about it. He rubbed his temple with one hand.

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"Senior Brother Ye will definitely win, I have pressed 10,000 spirit stones."

Li Bayuan looked like a giant, with two silver hammers attached to his waist, and spoke angrily.

"You just broke through the realm, where did you get so many spiritual stones?"

Wang Dong shook his head, a little shocked by Li Bayuan's generosity.

The Blood Demon Saint Son stood with them.

"You two really dare to bet!"

"What are you afraid of? It's not like you haven't seen Brother Ye's strength before. Dao Xinghe is definitely no match for him."

His eyes were firm, as if he had already seen the scene of victory.

"That's true, but who can say for sure what happens on the martial arts field? What if something unexpected happens..."

"Accident? How can there be so many surprises! Besides, Senior Brother Ye is not only powerful, but also thoughtful. If he dares to challenge, he is absolutely sure."

After he finished speaking, he thought of something and smiled

Wang Dong hesitated for a moment, thoughtfully.

"In that case, I will also go and press the four thousand spirit stones."

"He has odds of 1 to 3. If he wins, it will be 12,000 spiritual stones."

"You all have to bet, and in that case I'll go too."

Seeing that the two of them were so confident in Ye Yang, the Blood Demon Saint Son also hurriedly walked out. "

The top of the mountain.

There were two people wearing plain white clothes, as clean as snow, with expressionless faces, as if they had left their emotions behind.

They stared at each other, their eyes intertwined with vigilance and respect for each other.

Dao Xinghe spoke first, his tone full of meaning.

"Brother Ye, we have not seen each other for many days, and we finally meet today. See you and be well."

Ye Yang responded.

"Everything is fine. I heard that you haven't recovered from the battle with Xia Bodhi?"

The two faced each other tit for tat, refusing to give in to each other. Before the war began, they began to attack the heart.

"He hasn't recovered yet."

Dao Xinghe smiled, showing a somewhat weak expression.

Ye Yang didn't take his words to heart, just because he knew that a person like Dao Xinghe could reach this point step by step, and his scheming was extraordinary.

Injurious words are just confusing words to make others take it lightly.

When he fights, he will never underestimate anyone.

The conversation was brief, and Dao Xinghe seemed to have run out of energy, and began to pant after speaking.

Ye Yangyi was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything, with a calm face.

"This knife is an ordinary iron tool, made by an ordinary blacksmith in an ordinary afternoon and took an ordinary three hours to make it."

"The knife is four feet seven inches long and weighs no more than seven pounds, six taels and three cents."

Ye Yang stared at the knife and then said.

"But just because of your name, it couldn't be more unusual."

"Good knife."

Ye Yang was slightly shocked, and the white horse's sword neighed and flew around him.

The Red Maple Sword had already vibrated slightly and automatically came into his hand.

"The name of this sword is White Horse. The white horse represents time. This sword is based on the sand of time. The blade is like snow. It is four feet and three inches long. It has a black handle and a white blade."

"This sword is called the Red Maple Sword. The material is also ordinary. It is made from the spine of an ordinary warrior. The sword is three feet and six inches long and weighs five kilograms and three taels."

Dao Xinghe praised: "Good knife, good sword."

Although both sides had drawn their swords, neither took action immediately.

Everyone present held their breath and watched the next battle between the two in anticipation.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please."

Dao Xinghe bowed slightly.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Just look at each other quietly.

The next moment, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

Dao Xinghe's knife was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, slashing towards Ye Yang with an irresistible force.

Ye Yang held a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and the sword light was flying in waves.

The sword danced in the air like a dragon, and the knife roared like a tiger.

The two attacks met in the air and made a deafening sound.

The surrounding mountains trembled at this moment, as if they were about to collapse at any time.

However, neither of them had any intention of stopping.

Their attacks were getting faster and harder.

Every attack seemed to be able to tear apart the heaven and earth and shake the stars.

Everyone present was stunned.

quick! It's so fast that fast people can't see clearly and are dazzled.

They knew that such a battle was no longer something they could intervene in.

They could only watch from a distance.

Time seemed to have stopped flowing at this moment. The two figures intertwined in the air, and each time they intertwined, it would create a storm.

Finally, there was a loud noise, and the two figures flew out simultaneously.

Their bodies drew an arc in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground.

Neither of them was hurt, and their eyes shone with excitement.

"Young Song Xing."

Ye Yang hoeed the ground with his sword, and with a sneer, the sword edge tore through the earth, emitting a scarlet light.

The Shaoyang Sword Technique was suddenly launched, with agility, strangeness, and extremely fast speed, like a thunderous giant piercing the sky, which was jaw-dropping.

As the sword light flashed, it seemed as if even the air was split into two, making a sharp whistling sound.

When he reached the middle, he suddenly changed his moves, like a golden sun standing across the sky, emitting scorching heat.

It is vast and prosperous, like a dragon and a snake moving the pen, and the ink splashing in the south.

This is the move of the Zhongyang Sword Technique "Like the sun reaching the sky."

After changing his moves twice in succession, the Shaoyang Sword Jue seamlessly connected with the Zhongyang Sword Jue. The seamless connection revealed his superb swordsmanship.

Dao Xinghe felt like his eyes were blurred, as if he was in a dream. Everywhere he looked, there were sword threads, but he didn't know where the sword body was hidden.

The trajectory of the sword body is elusive.

"If you can't find it, I will use my strength and my sword to break it."

Dao Xinghe felt like his eyes were blurred, as if he was in a dream. At first glance, there were sword threads everywhere, but he didn't know where the sword body was hidden.

The trajectory of the sword body is elusive.

he yelled.

Cut it out with one knife.

His heart was as calm as ice, but the long knife in his hand trembled as if alive, making a low trembling sound.

Dao Xinghe closed his eyes, and all the sensations in his body were concentrated on the knife in his hand.

The next moment, he slashed out with a knife.

It is indeed the inheritance of the ancient sword magic way.

The sword technique is like the sea, deep and vast; like the stars, bright and mysterious, as if it wants to tear the earth apart.

His sword skills, like himself, are firm and tough, fearless and fearless.

The sword thread shuttled around him, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he just waved the knife in his hand wholeheartedly.

In an instant, the magic knife slashed out, like a meteor, piercing the night sky and illuminating the darkness.

Everything has returned to calm. The sword wire disappeared, and the sword body also disappeared.

Only him and his knife were left.

"What a strong knife!"

Ye Yang sighed. The opponent's slash just now seemed to limit his time and shatter his bones.

Extremely domineering.

You must know that his physical body has practiced the Elephant Demon Fist, which is the strongest and most powerful way to develop a Vajra body.

The next moment, the white horse's sharp sword swung around, and more than a thousand sword lights appeared around him.

"It turns out to be a thousand kills with one sword!"

The crowd of onlookers all stared with bated breath, and the swords were shining brightly in their eyes. This scene was like a display of divine power from myths and legends, which made people feel awe.

Those sword lights streaked through the air, and the sword lights connected one after another, making a sharp whistling sound.

It stirred up gusts of wind, flying sand and rocks.

The white horse's sharp sword was hidden in the sword's light, and the sword's light quietly deviated from the main battlefield.

It meanders like a spiritual snake, attacking towards the flank of Dao Xinghe.

Dao Xinghe slashed out the ordinary long knife in his hand at such a speed that it was almost difficult to catch it with the naked eye, and the sword lights flew away one after another.

As he said himself.

This ordinary knife was no longer ordinary in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are worthy of the title of Master of Swords and Swords, and you are worthy of being my chosen opponent."

Dao Xinghe looked at Ye Yang, his eyes filled with admiration.

Ye Yang also smiled.

"The same to you."

The two figures faced each other on the top of the mountain, and the air around them seemed to become heavier.

Dao Xinghe waved his knife again.

This time, the sword light poured out like the Milky Way, dazzling and dazzling.

"The galaxy is broken!"

Dao Xinghe drank softly, and endless starlight gathered on the long knife, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.

Ye Yang's face was solemn. He knew that this move was not trivial, but there was no fear in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and all the spiritual power in his body surged toward the sword in his hand like a tide.

His hands danced, and the sword light and sword threads were as dense as drizzle, spinning and flying out.

Every raindrop contains the power of destruction.

The stone wall on the top of the mountain was rolled up by the sword energy and the wind of the sword, causing sand and rocks to fly. The scene was extremely spectacular.

As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense.

Dao Xinghe turned around fiercely and slashed out with a knife, but before the knife hit the ground, it was already roaring and rolling out more than a thousand sword lights.

Thousands of sword lights rotated, turning into a tornado blade connected end to end, suddenly growing in size, and killing in an instant.

"A thousand cuts are endless!"

Ye Yang sent the white horse with a sharp knife.

Thirteen swords of time.

This legendary spiritual technique once again appeared in front of everyone.