Chapter 1480 Shadow
Yan Tian shot decisively and condescendingly, he didn't take Yishengjian seriously at all, in his eyes Yishengjian's slave was even worse than a dog, he would kill as soon as he said it.
"Boom."
A flame, like a meteorite, fell from the sky and hit the old slave.
The old slave was terrified, his heart was enveloped by the god of death, and the depths of his pupils were full of fear.
Xia Tian is really strong, with just this move, he can be killed instantly!
He regretted that he should not have provoked the former.
Despair appeared in the old slave's old pupils.
However, just as the flame rushed to his eyes and was about to fall, it suddenly separated, as if blocked by something, it could only disperse to both sides, without hurting the old slave at all.
In the distance, everyone including Li Xiao was shocked.
In the center of the fire, at some point, a blade of grass appeared.
Dog's tail grass.
Can't be more ordinary dog's tail grass,
It stood upright in front of the old slave, and the breath around it flowed, converging into an upside-down sword shadow.
It was him who blocked Yan Tian's blow.
"Yan Tian, you are nothing more than that." Yi Shengjian glanced at Yan Tian lightly, and waved his arm lightly.
The dogtail grass turned a somersault in mid-air, and then went straight into the sky, tearing apart the flames that filled the sky. Wherever the grass passed by, no flame could get close.
"Pfft!"
The next moment, the dog's tail grass came to Yan Tian's body, and with a flick of the straw, Yan Tian's remaining arm was cut off in an instant, and blood poured down to the ground.
"ah!"
Yan Tian screamed, piercing his heart, shaking the world.
He tried to repair his body, but it was a pity that the cut of the dogtail grass carried the imprint of the Dao, just like the other arm, it could not be repaired at all, as soon as it grew out, it would immediately turn into thick water, which was very terrifying.
At this moment, countless monks fell into deathly silence in all directions.
A sprig of dogtail grass cut off Xia Tian's arm!
fear!
It's scary!
Such strength was beyond everyone's expectations, and each of them stared blankly forward, not knowing what to say.
How strong is Yisheng Sword?
You know, the sword at his waist has not been drawn yet!
Everyone was frightened, Yishengjian is a semi-holy, but his strength seems... to have surpassed the semi-holy!
I thought that he and Xia Tian would have a big fight, but I didn't expect that the result would come so quickly, so straightforward, without any suspense.
Yan Tian's miserable screams still continued, his wounds continuously burst out blood, watering the ground, the soil collapsed, the rocks rolled down, and the ground sank.
This is a saint, a drop of blood can shock the world.
"Pervert, those who practice swords are all perverts!"
Yan Tian roared, his heart was covered with a shadow, hundreds of years ago, he was cut off by Dugu Mo's sword with one arm, today, the other arm was taken off by Yisheng Sword.
Two different people gave him two identical results, Yan Tian completely collapsed, he was dignified and semi-saint, but lost his arms, from now on, I'm afraid he will become the laughing stock of the world.
He didn't dare to stay for a moment, and fled away, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
"Young master, thank you!" The old slave knelt down beside the Yisheng sword, sweating profusely. If it wasn't for the Yisheng sword, he would have died without a place to bury him.
Yi Shengjian glanced at him, did not speak, and continued to wait quietly.
His target is not Xia Tian, but Dugu Mo.
In the dark, Li Xiao was silent.
This Yisheng sword is indeed powerful, somewhat beyond his expectations.
Yan Tian is a half saint, but he defeated him without even drawing his sword. Such combat power is really terrifying.
If Dugu Mo really returns from injury, it's hard to say if he is his opponent.
Taking a deep breath, Li Xiao suppressed his breath with the turtle's breath technique and the sky tablet, and continued to wait.
As the night darkened, this mountain forest seemed extraordinarily quiet. Even if the breeze blew, the trees would not shake. It was extremely quiet, and there were no monsters, let alone birds.
Yishengjian sat on the ground, patiently, waiting silently.
After he defeated Yan Tian, no monk in the distance dared to talk about him anymore, for fear of being wrathed by his thunder, no one wanted to offend such a strong man.
Originally, some sword cultivators who wanted to learn from Yishengjian simply gave up this idea.
What is the difference between learning from such a person and courting death?
"Alas……"
Suddenly, a breeze blew in the quiet air.
This breeze was cold, bitingly cold.
After the breeze passed, a vast expanse of white snow suddenly fell on the sky.
As if some monstrous monster was shaking off its feathers, white snow fell, and soon, the ground, branches, and weeds were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
The originally scorching air also became chilly, and the monk who shouldn't have noticed the cold couldn't help shivering.
at the same time.
Li Xiao and Yi Shengjian, almost at the same time, raised their eyes and looked into the distance, the land that had already been messed up by Yan Tian.
There, it also became a vast expanse of whiteness, and Sen Leng, which was originally burning with flames, was directly frozen into ice, and the scene was extremely horrifying.
"clatter"
"clatter"
"clatter"
In the white snow, there was a faint sound of footsteps.
The footsteps are not fast or slow, as if stepping on a certain rhythm, from far to near.
"Is it coming?"
Everyone, at this moment, all looked in the darkness, in the direction of the sound of footsteps, waiting for the imaginary person to appear.
They were not disappointed.
As the heavy snow fell more and more violently, a figure slowly walked out of the white snow, a figure so white that it almost blended into the snow scene.
White clothes and white hair, tall and tall, like a fairy descended into the world.
With every step he took, the ground under his feet would condense into ice.
The snow in the sky, the ice on the ground, because of his appearance, there was a sharp sword intent.
Finally, people saw his appearance clearly.
This is a man who looks less than thirty years old. His face is a little sickly pale, and his white hair spreads from the top of his head to his legs, like a waterfall.
The snow-white clothes, coupled with this white hair and tall figure, looked from a distance, as if he had stepped out of a famous painting, which was pleasing to the eye, but in vain respect.
"Brother Dugu!"
Seeing this figure, Li Xiao was very excited, but he didn't rush out, stayed where he was, and continued to watch.
This is a battle between swords and swords, and he believes that Dugu Mo doesn't want him to intervene.
"Dugu Mo?" Yi Shengjian stood on the spot, looking at the man with fluttering silver hair.
"Yishengjian?" Dugu Mo looked at Yishengjian with calm eyes.
The two, like two swords, stood in the snow, looking at each other from a distance.
Even though they are miles away, they seem to be right in front of us.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, Yishengjian made a move, and with a metallic trembling sound, he drew out the long sword at his waist.