Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 350 Iron Horse Glacier

Chapter 350 Iron Horse Glacier
"Good swordsmanship." Ye Dingzhi looked at the hideous ghost mask.

Ye Dingzhi only said these three words without even raising his sleeves, but the three simple words "good swordsmanship" contained a sharp sword spirit, and with a "click", the A crack appeared on the mask, and then it was split into two halves and fell to the ground, revealing the handsome face under the mask, who looked about the same age as Ye Dingzhi.

"Sect Master Ye is good at martial arts." Su Muyu lowered her head, looking at the black palm print on her chest.

"You think you have found the best chance." Ye Dingzhi said lightly, "But facing me, you have no chance."

Su Muyu shook his head: "No, I always knew that the opportunity hadn't appeared yet." Su Muyu suddenly pulled out the long sword from Ye Dingzhi's shoulder, blood gushed out from Ye Dingzhi's shoulder, Su Muyu Feeling a stabbing pain in his chest, he raised his sword, but he didn't have the strength to swing it any longer.

But there was a person who jumped up from behind him, drew out his long sword, the sword's aura roared like an iron horse breaking through the ice field, and the sword's light was cold but it seemed to fall into a boundless hell.

"Iron Horse Glacier!" Ye Dingzhi shouted.

Su Muyu spit out a mouthful of blood at Ye Dingzhi.

Li Hanyi slashed down with his sword, but it wasn't Ye Dingzhi who slashed, but the mouthful of blood.

The blood condensed into icicles in an instant, long and sharp!

The poet sword fairy more than a hundred years ago was able to exhale sword energy according to the legend, and amazed the Chang'an city that had disappeared from this land. Now Li Hanyi and Su Muyu's swords combined to recreate that city. Breathing out sword energy, killing people unexpectedly!
As a result, the icicle made of fresh blood rushed straight to Ye Dingzhi's throat with the howling sword energy.

"Good time." Ye Dingzhi said lightly, after the icicle passed through the right side of his chest, it continued to fly forward until it slowly dissipated in the air.

Li Hanyi fell to the ground, coughed lightly, and then reached out to support Su Muyu who was lying on his back.

Just now she only slashed with a sword, and Su Muyu only spat out a mouthful of blood, but it exhausted the two of them's lifetime cultivation.

"This is the opportunity." Li Hanyi looked at Ye Dingzhi.

Ye Dingzhi nodded: "It seems to be a joint attack that can only appear after thousands of rehearsals, but it is clearly the first time to use it decisively. Maybe this is the tacit understanding between swordsmen. I once wanted to be such a swordsman." .”

Su Muyu sat down cross-legged, and said in a low voice: "Run quickly. The sword just now missed his vitals."

Wen Leng, who fell on the ground, looked at the sky blankly, and said quietly: "Brother Jiu. I still didn't argue with you. I knew I would let you come."

Lei Qianting endured the pain, and cursed at Wen Leng: "You're not dead yet! Don't say such depressing words!"

Luo Yulan glanced at Wang Rensun, Wang Rensun looked at the broken knife under his feet, and sighed.

Li Hanyi shook his head: "No. He can't hold on anymore."

As if confirming Li Hanyi's words, Ye Dingzhi's face turned pale suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to cover the hole on the side of his chest. The hole had been covered with frost, and frost slowly appeared on Ye Dingzhi's hands. .

"This is Zhishui sword energy." Su Muyu said confused.

"Yes." Li Hanyi coughed again, "The bloody sword just now couldn't kill him, but the sword energy left in his body can."

Ye Dingzhi closed his eyes and began to get lucky, the frost on his hands faded away little by little.

"He is using his kung fu to force out that sword energy." Luo Yulan said in a low voice.

Lei Qianting frowned, turned his head to look at Ye Dingzhi at the end of his exhaustion: "At this time, as long as someone goes over and chops her head off."

"I..." Luo Yulan stood up, but her hand was held down by Wang Rensun beside her. She felt that she lost all strength in an instant, and all the true energy in her body was forcibly pressed down.

Wang Rensun said in a deep voice: "The two of us were seriously injured just now, and now Ye Dingzhi has started to heal his wounds with virtual thoughts, we can't get within three steps of him."

Luo Yulan opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless.

Li Hanyi picked up the iron horse Binghe, took three steps forward, and finally leaned on the ground with his sword, and managed not to fall.

Su Muyu shook her head: "There's no way, neither of us left behind that sword strike. That's how chances are, there's only one chance."

"No, we still have one person." Wen Leng, who had been looking at the sky, said suddenly.

A gust of wind blew past.

Holding a sword, the ordinary-looking young man stood between Ye Dingzhi and the others. This man had no background and no sect, and his martial arts were definitely not the best among the seven of them. He has been watching like a person with nothing to do.

Ye Xiaofan.

"One day, when you come out to roam the rivers and lakes, just say your name is Ye Xiaofan. I will come to you when the time comes."

It was this Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan raised his sword and looked at Ye Dingzhi.

Ye Dingzhi opened his eyes and smiled wryly: "The one who killed me in the end was Ye Xiaofan. It's like I once killed the me who was Ye Xiaofan."

Ye Xiaofan looked at the sword in his hand again.

With just one sword, he can behead the head of the leader of the Demon Cult and become a great hero in the entire Beili. Even Baili Dongjun, who defeated Ye Dingzhi before, could not have the glory. That is the real fame in the world. !

Only one sword is needed!
Ye Xiaofan walked towards Ye Dingzhi step by step. He grabbed Ye Dingzhi's collar and raised his long sword in the air: "Why do you want to be a demon cult! Why do you want to start a war! Why!"

"Because I seem to be losing all my life, and I can't accept this kind of loss." Ye Dingzhi smiled.

"You go!" Ye Xiaofan pushed Ye Dingzhi away, and shouted, "You go! You go south! Go to Nanjue, and never come back again!"

Ye Dingzhi was stunned.

"You go." Ye Xiaofan swung his sword at him and turned around. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped away the tears and looked at the remaining six people, "I'll help you stop them, hurry up!"

"Xiaofan." Wang Rensun sighed softly.

Luo Yulan felt that the oppression in his hand was released, but he still didn't speak.

Li Hanyi smiled wryly: "Forget it."

"Hahahahahaha." Wen Leng raised his head and laughed.

Lei Qianting also raised his head and laughed, even though he was grinning in pain, he still laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen asked him after he sneered.

Lei Qianting looked painful: "I just thought it was ridiculous! That's why I laughed!"

"Still a silly boy." The frost on Ye Dingzhi's body receded, and he came to Ye Xiaofan's side with a swipe of his foot, stretched out his palm and patted Ye Xiaofan's head lightly to help him faint He walked over, then held the sword in Ye Xiaofan's hand, and looked at the six people in front of him.

Lei Qianting's expression became even more painful.

Su Muyu's face was cold: "I don't think it's ridiculous now."

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like