Nine Realms Sword Master

Seeing Bai Ye coming, Wan Qingyang's face reappeared with a smile.

It was an excited laugh.

It's like the excitement that a hunter who hasn't hunted for a few days saw a fat rabbit.

He stared at Bai Ye firmly, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stranger, and the excitement gleaming in his eyes was especially obvious.

"A guy who transforms into a fairyland wants to challenge me? Interesting! Originally, with your strength, I dismissed it, but you have a dead dragon sword, then this battle is worth looking forward to." Wan Qingyang's sword After a flower, he smiled and said, "Come on, draw the sword, let me see how much power you can use the Dragon Sword?"

However, Bai Ye did not draw his sword.

On the contrary, he silently stared at Wan Qingyang, his eyes were especially sharp, as if he wanted to see through Wan Qingyang.

"Don't move?" Wan Qingyang squinted his eyes, "Do you want me to shoot? In that case, I'm afraid you have no room to shoot. If you just die, wouldn't this battle be boring?"

However... Bai Ye still doesn't move.

"Okay, okay! Since you don't understand, I will take your dog's head by myself, and then take the Dragon Sword!"

Wan Qingyang shrugged and looked very helpless. When he finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, the space he was in was directly distorted.

Space escape?

The hearts beating wildly around.

This is a means equivalent to teleportation.

When the space on this side was distorted, a hand was stretched out in the space on the other side of Bai Ye, and it directly grabbed Bai Ye's neck.

Very fast, extremely ruthless and extremely accurate.

Don't say it's White Night, the naked eyes of people around can't keep up!

Click!

In an instant, Bai Ye's neck was pinched, and then the whole person was lifted by this hand.

And Wan Qingyang, who had just disappeared, had already walked out of that twisted space.

Seeing this, people's expressions tightened instantly, and the strong people around were eager to try.

Everyone has seen that Bai Ye seems to be no match for Wan Qingyang. If this is killed by Wan Qingyang and the Death Dragon Sword falls into Wan Qingyang's hands, that would not be a good thing for everyone.

After all, Wan Qingyang is a fighting spirit, and his strength is not bad, his ranking is not bad, he is difficult to deal with by himself, if he gets the dead dragon sword, it will be a tiger with wings!

To **** the Dead Dragon Sword from Wan Qingyang's hands, I am afraid it will be many times more difficult than the existence of this fairyland.

"Young Master Bai!" the people in Yulou exclaimed.

Some people wanted to come forward to rescue them, but they were stopped by Mo Qing Bingyu.

"Be safe, don't be impatient." Mo Qingbing said sinkingly.

The people were all startled, followed Mo Qing Bingyu's gaze, only to realize that things were weird.

It turned out that the pinched Bai Ye didn't show any pain. On the contrary, his expression was very calm, as if he was uncontrolled, and his breath was not messy.

Everyone was surprised.

"The look in your eyes makes me very annoying!" Wan Qingyang didn't think there was anything abnormal, he was still grinning all over his face, and then his palms used in vain.

But as soon as he exerted his strength, Bai Ye's palm grabbed it and slapped his wrist directly.

"Huh?" Wan Qingyang frowned slightly.

He found that after reaching his wrist, it would be difficult for him to transfer his power to the palm of his hand. His power... seemed to be restrained by this guy in the fairyland.

A person in a fairyland... can actually block my power transmission?

Wan Qingyang's expression flashed unnaturally.

"Although you are the fighting spirit, and although your strength is very strong, in my opinion, you are not invincible. I want to kill you, even without the death dragon sword, it is possible to do it! So, you don't have to Keep your face that you think is proud and crazy, because you are not invincible!" Bai Ye said blankly. At this moment, his eyes finally changed, but a little Senhan's killing intent was stirring.

It seems that he has seen through this person, and even cut this person under the sword.

Wan Qingyang looked at Bai Ye blankly for a while, and then laughed again.

"Hahahaha... good! good! good!!!" Wan Qingyang laughed, but the joke in his eyes had turned into a thick cold and murderous intent: "No one has ever dared to say such things to me! Bai Ye, you are the first! Will be the last!"

"That's true." Bai Ye nodded calmly: "After all, no one will be able to see you in the future, so naturally no one will speak to you!"

"Do you really think so?" Wan Qingyang squinted.

"if not?"

Bai Ye asked back, but the corner of his mouth showed a murderous intent, and the palm of Wan Qingyang's wrist suddenly exerted a slight force and shook it suddenly.

not good!

Wan Qingyang noticed something in an instant, and immediately let go and wanted to leave the distance.

But Bai Ye's palm grasped extremely tightly.

He hardly hesitated, disconnected his wrist directly and stepped back.

Puff!

The wrist broke, blood gushing.

Wan Qingyang retreated to a kilometer away.

And where he was before, there have been a lot of spatial ripples, all the ripples swaying wildly in the middle, the power in the middle is constantly distorted and collapsed, and finally turned into a dark annihilated area, anything close to this dark annihilated area What a horror to become vanished!

"Great Annihilation!"

Someone saw this method and suddenly shouted out loud.

"How can a person in the fairyland be able to use such spatial techniques?" Wan Qingyang's expression has gradually become cold.

He raised the palm of his hand, and a white bone was quickly condensed from the broken wrist, and then the white bone was raw and wrapped in skin. After a few breaths, his hand healed intact.

"It looks like I underestimated you! If that's the case, then I should be a little more serious!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wan Qingyang moved away again.

Everyone breathed tightly.

Just look at Bai Ye's whole body and the void suddenly all distorted, and then hundreds of millions of countless sword qi rushed out of the void, piercing the white night like a light, and the stern sword intent rushed into the sky and cracked the ground. Everyone was shocked by this power.

However, at this time, Bai Ye suddenly yelled: "Reverse the magic!"

Whoosh!

Wan Qingyang's body suddenly turned away from it.

Bai Ye appeared on the periphery of Guangguang Jianqi, but Wan Qingyang somehow appeared in the center of Jianqi.

The positions of the two were completely reversed.

A trace of surprise flashed in Wan Qingyang's eyes.

Obviously, he didn't expect Bai Ye to have such a method.

However, Wan Qingyang, as the fighting spirit lord, would not be defeated just like that. When he was surrounded by his own sword aura, a human finger moved, covering his body with a transparent barrier.

All the sword qi hit the barrier, but it was completely absorbed by it. The barrier burst out with bursts of light, and then re-submerged into Wan Qingyang's body.

Wan Qingyang is like a person without incident.

He turned around again and slew towards Bai Ye.

A cyan light sword burst into a mysterious sword in an instant.

This sword intent is unresolvable, and it is unusually thick.

When Bai Ye's sword intent collided with it, it would only be shattered by its shock.

Wan Qingyang didn't give Bai Ye a chance, and his murderous aura was close to Bai Ye, slashing with his sword.

Bai Ye drew out the Abandoned God Sword, and also raised the sword to fight back. The two swords collided in the air, splashing a lot of ruinous ripples.

The people looked at each other in awe.

"This guy who turns into a fairyland can actually be like Wan Qingyang five to five? It's incredible!"

"His speed, his strength... are indeed comparable to Wan Qingyang! Isn't this terrifying?"

The exclamation kept coming out.

However, the most shocked was Wan Qingyang.

The opponent's sword intent was indeed inferior to his own, Wan Qingyang had already noticed this.

It’s just... the opponent’s sword intent is endless. Every time his sword intent is torn and annihilated, he can again spawn a large amount of sword intent. In this way, even if the sword intent of Wan Qingyang is stronger than the opponent, No chance to completely suppress the opponent!

How frustrated this is.

As soon as Wan Qingyang gritted his teeth, his eyes froze suddenly, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly exploded thousands of sword shadows, like a great wave of destruction, blasting towards the white night.

"Sword waves crack the sky!" Wan Qingyang roared.

But in the next second, Bai Ye slammed the long sword in his hand, the sword body turned sharply, the sword shadow disappeared, and when the sword body turned to the limit, it suddenly turned into a thin line and pierced it straight.

"One sword is eternal!"

Huh!

A burst-like explosion broke out again, and both of them were shocked by each other's strength.

"Is it the same?" Someone lost his voice.

"Hmph, he deserves to be comparable to me? It's ridiculous!" Wan Qingyang said with disdain.

"Ignorance!" Mo Qing Bingyu coldly snorted: "Wan Qingyang, don't forget, Bai Ye hasn't used the Dead Dragon Sword yet. If he uses the Dead Dragon Sword, you think you still have a chance to live. ?"

When these words fell, Wan Qingyang's expression immediately became unnatural.

Yeah... Bai Ye’s Death Dragon Sword, but it’s still not out of its sheath yet...