Chapter 225 Beheading
As Ye Chunyang finished speaking, Sang's face turned cold.
"That's a big tone. It seems that I have underestimated you. But do you think that you alone can be the enemy of me? Originally, to deal with a small person like you, I didn't need to do it myself. But since You came to the door in person, and I reluctantly stretched my muscles to let you know the consequences of offending me. "
Sang's eyes were half-squinted, and his robe moved automatically without the wind, revealing a murderous intent.
"No need to talk nonsense. You have tried to put me to death time and time again. I, Ye Xiaobao, am here to settle this account with you today."
Ye Chunyang sneered, a yellow light flashed in his hand, and an ancient golden mace lay across his chest.
"This magic weapon..." Seeing this magic weapon, Sang seemed to feel familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, his face suddenly changed slightly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he said gloomily: "So you are the masked man who rounded up the water elemental beast that day! You Not dead?"
Sang Ji was shocked and suddenly recognized that the magic weapon in Ye Chunyang's hand was held by the man in black named Ye when he and they rounded up the water elemental beast that day.
Since this person was dragged into the bottom of Jingxin Lake by the Water Elemental Beast that day, he was particularly impressed.
At that time, he, Mu Ling'er and others all thought that this person was dead, but they never thought that it was the little drug boy that he had never put in his eyes, and he was still alive and well to this day.
"Yes, it's just me, whether I am alive and well, that makes the young master a little disappointed."
Ye Chunyang sneered lightly, and the golden mace in his hand shone brightly.
No matter what, he would never let this person survive today.
"I really didn't expect that the monk named Ye that day was you. If I remember correctly, your cultivation level should be in the middle stage of foundation building, right? Being able to escape from the water elemental beast really made me happy. The Lord was surprised.”
Sang Yi said slowly with a gloomy face.
As he spoke, he secretly sensed with his spiritual consciousness, but found that this person's aura was long and vague, and he was unable to determine his cultivation level.
This shocked him even more. No wonder Lu Yuan and Jing Wu never came back. With their cultivation, how could they be Ye Xiaobao's opponents.
Ye Chunyang smiled but did not answer.
On the other side, Zhu Jian was already trembling physically and mentally, muttering something over and over again, his little face full of horror, unaware that the atmosphere in the stone pavilion had become extremely solemn.
Sang Ji's eyes were cold and he said: "I think back then you and Yu Wanqing walked out of the mass grave and entered our sect together. At that time, you were only at the fifth level of Qi refining. In just a few years, you have reached this point. Logically speaking, with such qualifications, you should be my My proud son, you have ulterior motives and deliberately hide yourself. No matter how talented you are, this young master cannot tolerate you."
With a "boom" sound, the cold wind suddenly started blowing around, and Sang already made a hand gesture.
In an instant, hundreds of black lights gathered together and turned into a cold breath that rolled towards Ye Chunyang.
Taking a closer look, the black light turned out to be a series of short blades that were several inches long, forming a set of magical magic weapons that overwhelmed the sky and covered the earth, surrounding a hundred feet in radius. With Sang Ji's cultivation level, it added to the magical power.
Ye Chunyang's expression did not change. When the dark light came, he stabbed the golden mace to the ground. An earth attribute spell covered the surrounding area, and the earth thorns rushed out from the ground instantly.
"Jingle, clang, clang."
The sound of gold and iron colliding was endless, and in the blink of an eye, most of the black light was offset.
After doing this, he made another move with one hand, and his figure was as bright as lightning. He disappeared without a trace in an instant and went straight to the stone pavilion.
"Later stage of foundation building!"
Sang Yi's eyes were cold, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
As soon as Ye Chunyang took action, he noticed the opponent's true cultivation level, and was shocked to the extreme. It turned out that the opponent was not in the middle stage of foundation building, but had reached the late stage, which was equivalent to his cultivation level.
"It's too late to know now."
Ye Chunyang looked like a ghost, appearing in the stone pavilion while he was talking, and the golden mace struck down from the sky.
Although he was shocked, Sang Wei did not slow down in his actions. After whispering an obscure spell, the smoke suddenly dissipated.
And the magic weapon composed of hundreds of short blades struck back again, wrapping around Ye Chunyang one by one like a spiritual snake.
Suddenly there was a roar in the stone pavilion, and the golden mace hit the place where Sang had disappeared, rolling up a torrential wave of spiritual energy.
The bamboo sword, which was still in panic, was unable to dodge and was swept away by the ferocious spiritual energy. It flew hundreds of meters away and vomited blood and died on the spot.
With Ye Chunyang's current level of cultivation, how powerful the aftermath of the fight was, how could she be able to withstand it during her short period of refining her Qi?
However, the blow missed, and a chill flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes.
When they were rounding up the Shui Yuan Beast, they could see that Sang Ji had no other skills but his ability to escape. Otherwise, this trick just now would have been enough to send him back to the west. But now, I don't know what kind of magic was cast, but he was able to escape at this critical moment. Escape with your life.
With a secret sigh, Ye Chunyang knew that the opportunity was gone, so he had no choice but to turn around and use his mace to block the black light magic weapon coming from behind.
With the power of the golden mace, under Ye Chunyang's several sweeps, the stone pavilion suddenly erupted with a burst of stabs, turning into broken tiles and rubble.
At the same time, a sarcastic look flashed in his eyes, a fire talisman was shot out, and the ground exploded a few feet away, revealing one of the figures.
Sang Yi's imperial weapon flew into the air, his face full of horror.
The invisibility technique just now is the most advanced one in the Blood Transformation Sect and cannot be easily detected by others. What kind of magical power does Ye Xiaobao have that allowed him to discover his hiding place?
"What a scheming brat. If I don't kill you today, you will definitely become a serious problem for me!"
Sang Yi gritted his teeth and whispered, forming a mysterious seal with his hands. The spiritual energy around him was visible to the naked eye and quickly boiled up, causing a scene of spiritual energy shock nearby.
Ye Chunyang sneered in his heart. Not to mention that Sang Yi's invisibility technique had not yet been practiced to perfection, even if he had reached the realm of perfection, he would not be able to escape under his powerful consciousness. But seeing his strange magic at this time, he couldn't help but be more cautious.
This person is the young master of Huaxue Sect after all. He has learned the true teachings of Wugui Zhenren. His magic cultivation is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is not certain that he has some hidden killers.
Moreover, this place is deep inside Huaxue Sect. Although he has just arranged a simple formation outside to isolate the fluctuation of spiritual power, if the battle lasts too long, it will still alarm the elders of the sect in the magic period. At that time, even if he can kill this person, he may find it difficult to escape.
Just as he was thinking in his heart, he suddenly heard a strange sound of "clicking", which made his teeth ache. He turned his head and looked over, and his face changed.
The bamboo sword that was originally killed by the aftermath of the spiritual energy was "resurrected", with its eyes shining with a faint cold light, exuding an astonishing evil spirit, and quietly appeared behind him.
Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows and looked at Sang Yi who was casting a spell in the air, with a look of surprise on his face.
I don't know what evil magic this person cast, but at this time, the bamboo sword actually had the same aura as him, and its cultivation level instantly increased wildly, becoming violent and amazing.
But the situation was critical at this time, and Ye Chunyang couldn't think too much. He changed his hand gestures and a spiritual light hit the ground.
The surrounding area suddenly became full of yin energy, and a series of wronged souls flashed out of thin air, surrounding the "bamboo sword".
It was the Yin Ghost Formation.
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang" a few muffled sounds, "Bamboo Sword" had not yet approached Ye Chunyang, and several yin energy suddenly pierced through its body, and its body was dismembered on the spot.
Sang Yi was shocked. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief and shouted, "What kind of magic is this? How can it dissolve my Blood Transformation Treasure Book!"
"If you want to know, go to hell and ask the King of Hell!"
After the cold voice reached him, Sang Yi's face changed color. Without thinking too much, he turned around and cast a seal, and retreated wildly.
At this moment, he was extremely shocked. Since the fight, he has been restrained everywhere and cannot resist at all. What is the origin of Ye Xiaobao? He has such unpredictable magical powers that even the Soul Attachment Sutra cannot resist.
A blue rainbow flashed in the sky, and Ye Chunyang appeared, looking at Sang Yi who was flying back with sarcasm.
Although the method of controlling the corpse just now was a bit weird, Ye Chunyang was proficient in ghost ways. Such a method was nothing in front of him. He could disintegrate it with a little magical power. Since he came to collect the debt today, how could he let Sang Yi escape safely?
With a sneer, he swung his golden mace into the air and chased after Sang Yi.
Suddenly, with a scream, Sang Yi flew away and fell to the ground, vomiting blood in embarrassment, his breath was already weak.
Although they were at the same level of cultivation, he could not resist the power of Ye Xiaobao's mace at all.
At this moment, Qinghong came like lightning, and Ye Chunyang fell in front of Sang Yi like a phantom, and pointed the golden mace at the opponent's chest, pretending to cut off the opponent's neck.
Sang Yi's face was horrified, and he felt that the breath of death was approaching. He regretted why he had chased this person many times. If he hadn't been aggressive, why would he have come here angrily? Now the opponent only needed a slight move, and he would die here.
Ye Chunyang didn't care what Sang Yi thought. At this moment, he just wanted to kill this person, and then leave Huaxue Sect from now on, and clear up all grudges.
Just as he was about to raise his sword, a clear shout suddenly rang out from a distance: "Spare his life!"
Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed, and he had identified the identity of the person with his spiritual sense.
Hearing this, Sang Yi quietly showed joy. If someone came, he would still have a chance to survive today, and he could even kill this person in one fell swoop.
In surprise, he was about to call for help.
However, before he could make a sound, his face suddenly froze, and he felt a chill on his neck in a trance, and his vision fell into darkness.
It was Ye Chunyang who raised his sword and cut off his head with a mace, killing him in an instant.
At this time, the sound of cracking wind came from his ears, and a beautiful figure appeared beside him. Looking at Sang Yi, whose head and body were separated, the woman's face turned pale, and she retreated in horror.
"If you want to avenge him, just do it."
Ye Chunyang looked at Yu Wanqing calmly. The ban he set up to block the fluctuation of spiritual power had not failed. The other party came over obviously not because he noticed the fight.
Although he didn't know why she showed up at this time, since Sang Yi had been sentenced to death today, he would kill him even if a great immortal came here.
"You actually killed him..."
She looked up at Ye Chunyang, her voice a little hoarse, revealing deep disbelief.
When she saw him kill the tiger demon with his bare hands, Yu Wanqing guessed that he was very likely to have established his foundation, and she never dared to imagine that he had actually reached the late stage of foundation building, far above her. Such a shock really made her unable to calm down.
However, the reason why she was pale at this time was that Sang Yi was her only hope to obtain the Soul Attachment Sutra, but now there was no way to save it.
"I, Ye Xiaobao, have always been revengeful. This person has tried to kill me many times. If I don't kill him, wouldn't it be planting the seeds of disaster for myself? Since Senior Sister is not going to avenge this person, Xiaobao will take his leave and see you later."
Ye Chunyang had no expression on his face, picked up Sang Yi's Qiankun bag and wanted to escape.
However, just as he was flying into the air, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the two rainbow lights that were coming from a distance.
The light was extremely fast, and there seemed to be some faint sounds of talking and laughing. After landing, the figures of the two elders, Fei Peng Zhenren and Han Xuanyi, suddenly appeared.
Seeing Sang Yi beheaded on the ground, the two men's faces, which were originally chatting and laughing, suddenly froze, and they suddenly raised their heads to look at Ye Chunyang.