After the ascent failed

Chapter 175 Sunset Bow
Seeing Ye Xiaobao's disappearance, Zhao Motong felt a bad premonition, and drew the bow and arrow again involuntarily.

"Zi la" loudly.

With the joint efforts of all the elders and disciples, the light strings condensed again, and Zhao Motong immediately released his consciousness, searching for Ye Xiaobao's aura.

The result surprised him.

The opponent seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, leaving no breath behind.

Sensing this abnormality, the strong young man and Junior Sister Qing were also suspicious.

No matter how mysterious a person's body skills are, it is impossible for a person to lose all breath, unless Ye Xiaobao really falls away.

But in the scene just now, it was obvious that he was not killed by the dragon pulse array.

At this moment, there was a loud "boom" in the air.

Zhao Motong looked up, his expression changed drastically.

In the auspicious clouds in the sky above, a figure was shuttled so fast that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, and every time he flickered, it was accompanied by earth-shattering roars, and the beams of light condensed in the auspicious clouds were shattered one by one by him.

"Not good, does this kid see where the eye is?"

The expression of the healthy young man and Junior Sister Qing changed drastically.

The reason why the dragon vein array can draw the aura in the mountains is precisely because the eyes of the formation in the auspicious clouds have always been extremely secretive, and they were actually noticed by the other party.

"Cave Master, Junior Sister Qing and I will stop him!"

The two asked for their lives immediately.

But in reality, he had no idea, Ye Xiaobao's movement was too fast, and his physical body was amazingly strong, just now they fought, they seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"No need."

Zhao Motong looked at the afterimage flickering in the auspicious clouds, but smiled slyly.

The fit young man and the woman were puzzled when they saw Zhao Motong turn his aim, fully draw the bowstring, and aim at a figure below.

"Boy, is that person your guard? I want to see, after killing you, will he stop begging for mercy?"

Hearing these words, the two of them suddenly realized, and they both looked at Ye Chunyang with sneering smiles.

Ye Chunyang seems to have only the "Third Level of Qi Refining", but there is a powerful guard by his side, which makes people feel unbelievable, but under the attack of the Dragon Vein Array, Ye Xiaobao is beyond his reach.

As long as Ye Chunyang is killed, I am not afraid that Ye Xiaobao will not submit.

Zhao Motong sneered, and suddenly let go of his hand.

The string of light tore through the void and went straight to Ye Chunyang.

"Hey, the cave master of the Cold Wind Cave has actually targeted you. It seems that he intends to use you to contain your senior brother."

"How about it, Fellow Daoist Ye, if you beg me, I will kill them for you as soon as I am happy."

King Nanxuan laughed.

"A mere dragon vein array, what is there to be afraid of?"

Ye Chunyang's face showed no waves, until the string of light flickered, he shook his head slightly, instead of dodging, he took a step slowly.

"court death!"

Seeing this, Zhao Motong sneered.

But his smile was wide open, and suddenly he looked like he had seen a ghost.

The string of light landed on Ye Chunyang's body, without piercing a tiny bit, instead, it dissipated silently after a slight tremor.

"With this power alone, it's really not enough."

Ye Chunyang clapped his hands, as if he had just crushed a small ant to death, with no expression on his face.

Zhao Motong looked astonished.

The fit young man and the woman also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This kid is weird, Cave Master, let me kill him!"

Strong young people volunteered.

Zhao Motong frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Ye Chunyang obviously only has the "Third Level of Qi Refining", but he can block the blow of the dragon vein formation, and even a fool can see that something is wrong, but when he wants to stop it, the strong young man has already stepped forward, and with another flash, he directly In front of Ye Chunyang.

"Boy, I have stood in the cold wind cave for thousands of years, and you dare to provoke me even if you are a little Qi-refining cultivator. Who gave you the courage?"

The muscular young man sneered.

Before he finished his words, he slapped one hand, and the majestic spiritual power crushed down like a storm. Without Ye Xiaobao's protection by his side, it would be easy for him to kill Ye Chunyang.

"Like an ant! I said that every ten steps I take, one of you will be killed. Are you just talking about it?"

Ye Chunyang didn't bother to talk much, and the silver glow in his sleeve was shining.

A large piece of silver light poured down, and the muscular young man suddenly opened his mouth wide, looking at the sky in disbelief.

"That's... a flying sword?"

The strong young man's eyes almost burst open.

The moment the silver light flashed out, thunder rumbled in the void, and sword shadows hung above his head.

In the same practice of flying swords, a strong young man asked himself the best swordsmanship, but he has never seen that Ye Chunyang can put dozens of flying swords into his body for training. At this moment, even if he is stupid, he can see that Ye Chunyang's cultivation is absolutely beyond Three layers of gas refining.

"Die."

Ye Chunyang waved his hand lightly.

"Boom."

The group of swords rushed down wildly.

The young man had almost no chance to react, and was instantly engulfed by a rain of swords. Dozens of perishing swords pierced through his chest together, bringing up a large cloud of blood, and finally with a "bang", the left and right separated, and he died.

Zhao Motong's pupils shrank suddenly.

The Junior Sister Qing next to her was equally horrified.

The strong young man was the youngest among the elders in the Cold Wind Cave, and his talent was far superior to that of ordinary people, yet he was killed by Ye Chunyang so easily.

I thought Ye Chunyang was a soft persimmon that they could knead, but he turned out to be a steel nail.

"Boy, who are you? Why do you insist on opposing me?"

Seeing Ye Chunyang's terrifying supernatural powers, Zhao Motong became incredulous for a moment.

"Against you?" Ye Chunyang shook his head, "You are not worthy."

"you!"

Zhao Motong's expression darkened, when did he, the majestic leader of the faction, ever suffer such contempt?

"I've given you a chance."

"Three days ago, I asked Master Shinichi to send you a message to evacuate your entire family from this place. Unfortunately, you didn't obey. Instead, you conspired to encircle and suppress me. You don't mind killing me. Now I'm just retaliation."

Ye Chunyang said coldly.

"How do you know what we said in the hall?" Zhao Motong couldn't believe it.

Ye Chunyang sneered and remained silent.

With his divine sense, what else does he not know?
The moment he walked into this mountain range, he knew every move of everyone in Cold Wind Cave.

"It seems that you are determined to destroy our cold wind cave?" Zhao Motong narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you leave now with your disciples, I can let the past go." Ye Chunyang said indifferently.

Zhao Motong suddenly fell silent.

"Okay, okay, okay... Today we have met a strong enemy in the Cold Wind Cave, but my faction has been rooted here for thousands of years, how can we be threatened by you?"

"You do have some skills, but you will die here anyway!"

Zhao Motong had a grin on his face.

While speaking, he raised his head, formed a mysterious magic seal on his right hand, and recited an obscure spell in his mouth.

"Buzz!"

There was a loud noise from nowhere, and a multicolored beam of light shot out from the auspicious clouds covering the sky, which rapidly increased and became larger under Zhao Motong's spell, and waves of spiritual pressure swept away like a wave of shock.

Suddenly, it seemed that some dusty power had awakened, and a sharp light flew out of the multicolored beam of light, circling around Zhao Motong rapidly.

He folded his hands together, opened them again, and a colorful bow appeared in his hands.

This bow and arrow is no longer transformed by the aura of the mountains as just now, but a real thing. There are three arrows on the bow, each of which reveals a ferocious spiritual power that oppresses people's hearts.

"Sunset Bow!"

The woman looked at the bow and arrow in Zhao Motong's hand, her face was full of shock.

"Boy, this Sunset Bow was made by my ancestors of the Cold Wind Cave who imitated the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure. It is as powerful as a high-level innate spiritual treasure. It has always been the eye of my mountain protection formation and has never been revealed to the world."

"This bow has only three arrows, and each arrow requires extremely high cultivation to release. With the cultivation of this cave master, I can barely release two arrows, but against you, one arrow is enough."

Holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, Zhao Motong said slowly.

"Imitation of Tongtian Lingbao? Interesting."

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

After ascending to the Demon God Realm, this was the first time he saw a treasure related to Tongtian Lingbao.

Tongtian Lingbao and Xiantian Lingbao cannot be measured by grade at all, and the power contained in them is far higher than Xiantian Lingbao.

The Godly Sunset Bow in Zhao Motong's hands was actually made from the imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao, which indeed attracted his attention.

But that's all. If it's really the Tongtian Lingbao, Ye Chunyang may still be interested. The imitation is too far from the original, and he still doesn't like it.

Seeing Ye Chunyang's indifferent expression when facing the Sunset Bow, Zhao Motong couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and his face became even colder.

He slowly drew out an arrow, put it on the bowstring, and looked at Ye Chunyang as if he was looking at a dead man: "This arrow falls, if you are still alive, this cave master will immediately bow down to you!"

Zhao Motong released his two fingers.

"boom!"

Flying arrows are like knives, tearing the air, and the huge waves of spiritual power are like shock waves, with an indomitable spirit of killing. In just one breath, they appear three steps away from Ye Chunyang. Kill on the spot!
Ye Chunyang looked up at the flying arrows, his face was calm.

He didn't go any further until the arrows approached.

"You're too happy too soon."

"Just relying on this inferior imitation, how can you have the courage?"

"Great Thousand Sword Formation!"

The icy voice echoed in the void, Ye Chunyang stomped his footsteps suddenly, the robe on his body was windless, and 81 perishing swords all circled out.

He vacated a little with both fingers.

The sound of "哗啦啦" was loud, and everyone saw only one after another bright silver light, surging and domineering, one after another, sweeping wildly on the arrows, and the next moment, there was a piercing sound on the arrows. It collapsed inch by inch.

"what?"

Zhao Motong was really shocked to the extreme.

The arrow was released, using [-]% of his magic power, enough to kill a master who had achieved a small achievement in the spirit transformation realm, but Ye Chunyang easily smashed it with a sword array, which shocked him no less than the destruction of the sect.

"Boy, today, I will kill you!"

Zhao Motong showed his madness, he gritted his teeth and pulled out an arrow. In an instant, there was a thunderclap in the cloud, and countless thunder and lightning intersected down, converging on the bow and arrow in his hand.

In order to kill Ye Chunyang, Zhao Motong has already used his last trump card!

(End of this chapter)