Intruders of the Moon World

And Ye Qing has already reached a place that no one has experienced before, he can't even see the so-called limits and barriers, so how can he break through?

Even if Ye Qing couldn't use sword skills such as Wuming Three-Duan Sudden and Yan Fan on the spot, he could easily master them as long as he studied for a while.

In the final analysis, he is now a high-ranking man, and the profound meaning of Yu Jian can be bowed down, and there is no difficulty at all.

But the battle with the mysterious man made him see new possibilities, and he took another step on the way of swordsmanship!

However, this step is no longer a simple advance, but an expansion of the width of the road itself.

He is only seventeen years old, and even if he has practiced in various worlds, he will not exceed twenty. The realm of swordsmanship has been advancing by leaps and bounds. Although he has reached a mysterious and mysterious height, he still lacks some experience and experience.

In the past, the enemies he faced, whether they were saints who fell into the devil's way or heroic spirits who stood at the peak of the times, were all dedicated people who would carry out their own path to the end.

Concentrate on honing the soldiers in your hands, and finally reach the realm of "heroes"!

The same is true for Ye Qing, although he has absorbed the essence of many enemies and friends in the process of growing up, but in the final analysis it is his own "sword".

Including Ye Qing, they are all "one" people.

The mysterious person in front of him was different, and the multiple fighting skills he displayed were completely different, as if the fighting styles of countless people were superimposed together.

It's like an unpredictable and endless kaleidoscope!

Fighting with him, Ye Qing is fighting with dozens of elite Yashou at the same time!

Different schools, skills, profound meanings, these "novelties" that are constantly emerging, have become the "food" of Ye Qing's swordsmanship, constantly expanding and enriching Ye Qing's swordsmanship.

The power of controlling the wind obtained from the magic eye has also become more and more proficient in this battle, and gradually felt handy. Ye Qing even felt that as long as he wanted to do it, he could radiate his spirit and combine with the wind in the atmosphere. One, unlimited expansion of your field!

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Four consecutive sounds of breaking the formation sounded, and the overwhelming rain of bloody swords was blocked by Ye Qing's simple four swords.

The all-pervasive wind power filled the sword rain like mercury pouring down the ground, Ye Qing's sword turned light, and with a flick of an understatement, the blood blade scattered all over the sky!

The wind was condensed to a translucent state, tightly wrapped around Ye Qing's body, a hundred times more reliable than steel armor.Relying on the protection of the invisible wind, Ye Qing braved the rain of blood blades all the way!

Amidst the noisy collision, Ye Qing once again came to the mysterious person, and the already overloaded magic eyes lit up again.

At the moment when the blood dripped from the corner of his eyes, Yaodao Village touched the body of the mysterious man for the [-]rd time, with a single blow!

And the overlapping soul color circle has also been reduced by one round, leaving only the last one!

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After such a long battle, even Ye Qing, who has A+ tenacity, is struggling, and the use of the magic eye has reached the limit, and there is a danger of going berserk if it continues.

And during this period of time, Ye Qing and the mysterious man fought each other for how many rounds, how many?tens of thousands?

I can't remember for a long time...

However, in the somewhat blurred field of vision of the magic eye, the colorful circle on the mysterious man's body has been reduced to the last level... that is the deepest darkness!

I don't know if it was because of the tacit understanding developed during the long battle, when there was only the last layer left in the soul circle, Ye Qing and the mysterious man stopped at the same time, retreated from each other, and pulled out a safe distance for each other as a buffer.

"Ho...ho...hoo~~"

Ye Qing took the opportunity to pant heavily, and tried his best to adjust the balance of his breathing. Ever since he acquired the "Toughness" skill, his physique and endurance have gone further and further on the road of inhumanity. Now even if he is comparable to a rough-skinned and thick-skinned monster It is not inferior in comparison.

Especially toughness, which can only be described by the word "abnormal", even man-eating beasts are not as strong as him!

From a subjective point of view, Ye Qing does not like wars of attrition, but this does not mean that he is not good at wars of attrition!

Even, with "tenacity" as the foundation, Ye Qing's combat endurance and resilience are far stronger than most people.

The physical strength reached the limit, the demon eye was already on the verge of collapse, and even the demon knife in his hand groaned and groaned overwhelmed...

Ye Qing has not been forced into this situation for a long time. These hours of non-stop high-intensity fighting have brought out all his strength. What an injury, but he was by no means easy.

This feeling reminded Ye Qing of his hard work in the past, when he was exhausted and lying on the floor of the dojo, it was too troublesome to even move his fingertips...

"This is really exciting!" Although the mysterious man had no "five senses" to speak of, the joy in his words was obvious.

"It's finally at the end... I never thought there would be someone who could kill me twenty-three times in a row!"

The matter is already obvious, although Ye Qing couldn't kill him, but under the ability of the magic eye, the villager really took his "life", every time he kills in the realm, it will make his soul One color less.

After twenty-three "deaths", only the last one remained, and he finally came to his end.

"What the hell are you?"

Ye Qing said expressionlessly: "Didn't you say that as long as I keep killing, I will get the answer?"

Ye Qing was full of doubts, unable to understand the other party's intention of action.

If it is said that the mysterious man wanted to die, but wanted Ye Qing to give him a ride, then why did he have such a fierce battle with Ye Qing?

Ye Qing is very clear that the other party has absolutely no intention of holding back, it is not like a disguise at all, several times, Ye Qing will die without a place to die if he is negligent!

But if it is not for death, but with a certain purpose (such as Ye Qing and Leo's eyes), with the extremely difficult ability of the mysterious man and the many schools of blood, he can escape easily, it is not at all Will fight Ye Qing to the present.

You know, his immortality is comparable to that of an elder-level blood family member, only Ye Qing's magic eye can kill him, but at the same time he still has a total of twenty-four "lives", that is, twenty-three resurrections Chance......

Even if he stood there to be killed, he didn't know what to do, that is to say, Ye Qing, who has both "toughness" and "realm·green curse pupil", can meet all the conditions to completely "kill" him.

"I don't have a name....as for the truth?"

The mysterious man shook his head slightly, as if sighing something.

"That kind of thing, as long as you kill me, you will know!"

A gust of wind blew, and thick mist rushed over, engulfing the figures of the two...

"Original Blood Fighting Dao·Thousand Machine Transformation!"

Two red lights suddenly lit up in the thick fog, and the ferocious giant with exposed skeleton rushed out, with wisps of mist around him that could not dissipate in time, it looked like an evil monster descended from the wilderness!

"call--"

Ye Qing exhaled lightly, and slowly closed his eyes, feeling the blood flow in his body and his heart beating in his chest...

"Roar!!!"

The blood bone giant rushed over, and the bones on his body began to move like machines, biting and splicing together like rotating gears, changing into hundreds of large and small weapons in a blink of an eye, swords, spears, giant axes... ..in different shapes.

And the only thing these weapons have in common is the target - Ye Qing!

The moment before the sword was added to his body, Ye Qing calmly opened his eyes, blood and tears flowed down slowly, and the thorns in his pupils unfolded again.

Leaning forward, he took a few steps very naturally, and his figure passed the giant unconsciously, as if it was just a phantom.

And the demon sword in his hand - Muramasa, has changed from his right hand to his left at some point, the dark red blade gleamed with a bright color like blood in the dim mist...

Clang...

There was a sound of breaking, followed by the sound of collapse as dense as a rainstorm!

Giants, starting to disintegrate...

"Uh-heh, hahahaha!"

Among the wreckage, the mysterious man struggled to stand up, leaned back and let out a maniacal laugh, the laughter was full of a sense of relief.

"Finally, finally...Reinhardt, Bartoli...Gun, Falcon, old man...Mary, Ichiro...I can finally die .”

The mysterious man calmed down. His lonely figure and nervous muttering made people feel a little lonely.

There was a sharp pain in his right eye, Ye Qing couldn't help covering his eyes, blood flowed out from between his fingers, scorching like magma.

He could no longer observe the mysterious man with his magic eyes, but judging from the feel of the last sword, it should have indeed cut off the last light of the soul.

And the mysterious man's subsequent actions verified Ye Qing's speculation.

He inserted one hand into his chest, groped for a while at the position of the heart, grabbed something and pulled it out, but what he took out was not a heart, but a dull silver cross.

I don't know what is so magical about this cross, there is not even a trace of blood on it.

"This is...the truth."

The mysterious man touched his forehead and lips with a cross...or where it should be his lips.Then he approached Ye Qing step by step, and handed out the cross.

Ye Qing didn't dodge, and reached out to catch the cross.

"juvenile......"

There seemed to be a hint of tenderness in the mysterious man's calm tone.

He said gratefully to Ye Qing: "Thank you for 'killing' me...my waywardness caused you trouble, sorry..."

A gust of wind blew, and the thick fog covered up again.

"I am a prop, born without a name, and died without a name...

Life and death come and go, shed head puppets... when the line is broken, they are in full swing. "

The body of the mysterious person began to melt like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and finally was swallowed by the filthy thick fog and disappeared completely...

Seeing this scene, Ye Qing was speechless, as if he understood something.

For a long time, he looked down at the cross in his hand. Under the exhaustion of body and mind, strangers whispered in his ears, as if dozens of people were talking and joking with each other around him...

"...Qing! Ye Qing——"

The real roar mixed with shouts came from afar, passing through the dense fog to Ye Qing's ears, he turned around in a trance, two beams of light broke through the fog with lightning speed, and quickly approached him.

On the high-end car with a mixture of alien and modern styles, Leo, Zabu, Gilbert and others are desperately calling Ye Qing's name.

It was Leibra's people who chased them all the way - God knows how far Ye Qing and the two went, and they chased them here, it's really embarrassing for them.

Ye Qing smiled faintly, suddenly, his body swayed, almost fell to the ground!

"Well!"

During the battle, all unfavorable factors were forcibly suppressed, but at this time, the evil consequences of overdrawing power were highlighted.

Fatigue and numbness came from all parts of his body like a tide, his right eye was also aching, and all aspects were overdrawn to the limit. Once Ye Qing relaxed, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground like a puppet with a disconnected wire .

When the line is broken, you will be in the open and free...

His head was empty, Ye Qing thought of the words of the mysterious man for some reason, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but a wry smile.

When the spirit was about to sink into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, the cross in the palm of his hand became inexplicably hot, and fragments of fragmented information flowed continuously into Ye Qing's brain.

It is a mixture of memory, experience, blood method, skill, and the loneliness that lasted for thousands of years, the joy of being liberated, and the relief of the past.