Chapter 844 The Mysterious Martial Soul, Officially an Enemy
"Big words!"
A cold look flashed across Yang Qingxuan's eyes, he raised his hand, turned into a black dragon's claw, and grabbed the scimitar.
"boom!"
The five fingers of the black dragon were pinched on the body of the saber, blocking the aura of the saber.
"Black dragon bloodline?!" The black-robed man was startled, murderous aura shot out from his pupils, and he made a tactic with both hands.
"boom!"
Yang Qingxuan only felt that when the scimitar in his hand shook, it turned into seven rays of light and escaped from his hand. It turned into seven and flew from different angles.
He withdrew his hand, grabbed it in the air, and Dou Guishen came out in an instant.
"Chick! Chick!"
Two sword marks formed in the air, one fast and one slow, the fast sword pierced seven broken lines at incomprehensible angles, and hit those shadows of the sword, while the slow sword was like a trickle of water, converging into a torrent of rivers, pouring towards the black robe The man stabbed.
"Bang! Bang!—"
The sound of criss-crossing and messy swords sounded in the secret room, Yang Qingxuan had already left the place, and bullied himself in front of the black-robed man.
"Weird!"
The black-robed man let out a scream, his real energy surged up under his robe, and a pair of fleshy palms like iron hands slapped on the sword of Fighting Ghosts and Gods.
"boom!"
Two terrifying energies collided with each other, but the two palms failed to block the sword. The black robe was pierced by Dou Guishen, and was shattered by the sword energy with a "crash".
But under the shattered black robe, there was no one.
Yang Qingxuan stood with his sword back, frowned, and stared at his surroundings vigilantly.
"Sure enough, there are some tricks, no wonder Jiang Chao and the others will die in your hands." The figure sounded again in the secret room, and in a corner, it condensed again.
"Are you just like a cockroach, hiding in a dark corner?" Yang Qingxuan said coldly.
"Hmph, it's just my misjudgment. Peak Broken Nirvana can kill a clone of me. It's a bit against the sky." The black-robed man said coldly, and suddenly said: "I understand! You are being ferried Candidates are here to participate in this Haitianya Trial, so their cultivation will be suppressed under the Heavenly Throne!"
After the man in black figured it out, the murderous intent in his eyes became even more serious.
A pitch-black scimitar fell directly into his hand, appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan in a flash, and chopped it off.
"boom!"
The sword clashed, and the space was extremely distorted. Centered on the two of them, the entire secret room showed distinct black and white colors.
The white awe-inspiring sword energy was suppressed by the black sword shadow, and its range kept shrinking.
Yang Qingxuan was horrified, this time the man in black robe attacked, it was like a different person compared to last time, he shouted: "Who the hell are you?!"
With a flick of the sword in his hand, he shook the scimitar away, and then swiped the sword several times in a "chi chi", interweaving into a rain of swords, covering the man in black and attacking his weak points.
"Bang! Bang!—"
The man in black rolled his scimitar, swinging out a large piece of light, and shot it out.
The speed of the two of them suddenly increased to the extreme, and there was no one in the secret room, and it was full of swords, lights and swords.
This secret room is the best secret room in the ferryman's stronghold. Even if the heavenly powers are practicing supernatural powers in it, the outside world can't detect it. That's why the black-robed man can be so unscrupulous.
The two fought hundreds of moves in an instant, Yang Qingxuan became more and more frightened as he fought more and more, with more than a dozen wounds cut on his body by the scimitar, Haoran's sword energy hit fast, originally thought he could control the whole rhythm, but the opponent completely kept up his speed.
Not only that, Dou Guishen stabbed into the black robe several times, all the sword energy was lost, as if there was no one in the robe, this feeling was too weird.
Yang Qingxuan was a little anxious, not because he was afraid that he would not be able to beat him, but because he was suppressed by the opponent's sword light in this way, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his cultivation, and he would rush directly to the heaven, which would be troublesome.
"Tsk tsk, the stronghold where I personally sit in the town, there are actually people who slaughter the night, and they come in to kill people openly. I really don't take someone seriously, this acting chief lord, really loses face." Suddenly, A series of leisurely voices resounded in the secret room, revealing a bone-chilling chill.
"Desert Court!"
The man in black was startled, the light of the knife in his hand eased, Yang Qingxuan slashed his arm with a sword, and the whole arm and the scimitar fell to the ground with a "dang", melting away like the night.
Yang Qingxuan was startled, looking at the bare arms of the man in black, there was no body inside.
The man in black stared at Yang Qingxuan and said, "You're lucky this time!"
As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he was about to dissolve into the darkness and leave.
"Cough, cough, cough. I really think I don't exist, and I'm so pissed off!"
As the sound came, a ball of light exploded in the secret room, and then a palm made of huge light slammed into the darkness.
"what!"
Washed by the light, the black shadow exploded in a flash.
The man in black uttered a scream, and was photographed into a mass of jet-black color, which was printed on the bluestone bricks, like exploding ink, which appeared to spread.
Then the brilliance faded, and Mo Ting's body condensed out, appearing in the secret room, frowning and staring at the black shadow on the ground.
"Lord Mo Ting."
Yang Qingxuan hurried forward, cupping his fists and saluting.
Mo Ting shook his hand lightly, indicating that you are welcome, then pointed to the dark shadow on the ground, and said, "Do you know who he is?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "People from the Tu Ye organization."
Mo Ting nodded and said, "Then do you know his specific identity?"
Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said, "I don't know. This person's supernatural powers and secret techniques are so weird, I'm afraid his status in Tu Ye will not be low."
Mo Ting looked at him and said: "I'll tell you bluntly, you've gotten into big trouble. This man is the leader of Tu Ye—Ye Wucha."
"What? It's him!" Yang Qingxuan was horrified, his expression turned ugly.
"Ye Wusha's martial spirit is very strange, no one knows his real body, every time he appears as a shadow like this, and the strength of the shadow varies according to the opponent's cultivation level, in short, he is an extremely terrifying person. " Mo Ting said worriedly.
"Send the leader directly to kill me, Ye Wucha is too flattering to me, right?" Yang Qingxuan's face was gloomy, and there was a hint of anger between his brows.
"If my guess is right, it's not that I'm flattering you, but that girl is too important." Mo Ting turned to look at Yang Qingxuan, and said, "If you want to protect that girl, you may directly become an enemy of the entire Tu Ye. And now that Ye Wucha is following you again, I am really worried about your safety."
Yang Qingxuan said: "Thank you Lord Mo Ting for your concern, but Ziyuan is someone I must protect. Don't talk about facing a Tu Ye, even if I face the Queen of the Night and the entire Black Sea, or the entire world, I will never back down." .”
Mo Ting was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course I have nothing to say if you have such an awareness, I can only wish you good luck. You can rest assured that as long as you stay in the stronghold for one day, I will guarantee you But if I leave the stronghold, there is nothing I can do. After all, I am the acting head of the Ferryman, and it is impossible for you to put the organization on the opposite side of Tu Ye. Although I am not afraid of them, I don’t want to Take the initiative to provoke them."