Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Don't be ashamed!"

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed cold, raised his hand, turned into a black dragon's claw, and grabbed the scimitar.

"boom!"

Heilong's five fingers pinched the knife, blocking the knife with air.

"Black Dragon Blood?!" The black robe man was startled, his pupils shot murderous intent, and he pinched his hands.

"boom!"

Yang Qingxuan only felt that the scimitar in his hand shook, and it turned into seven rays of light. It was separated from his hand, and it turned into seven, flying from different angles.

He retracted his hand and grabbed it in the air, fighting ghosts and spirits instantly.

"Chih! Chih!"

There were two sword marks in the air, one fast and the other slow. The fast sword pierced seven broken lines at an incomprehensible angle, hitting the shadows of the blades, while the slow sword was like a trickle of water, converging into a turquoise river, towards the black robe. The man stabbed.

"Bang! Bang!—"

The chaotic sound of swords and swords resounded in the secret room, and Yang Qingxuan had left the place, deceiving himself to the black robe man.

"Weird!"

The black-robed man screamed, the true essence violently under his robe, his palms were like iron hands, slapped on the sword of Fighting Ghosts.

"boom!"

The two terrifying energies slammed into each other, but the palms were unable to block a sword. The black robe was pierced by the fighting ghosts, and the sword qi was smashed into pieces.

But under the shattered black robe, there was no figure.

Yang Qingxuan took the sword and stood, frowned, staring at the surroundings vigilantly.

"Sure enough, there are some ways, it's no wonder that Jiang Chao and the four will die in your hands." The figure resounded in the secret room again, and in a corner, it condensed again.

"Are you just hiding in a dark corner like a cockroach?" Yang Qingxuan said coldly.

"Hmph, it's just a mistake in my judgment. Broken Nirvana peak can kill me a clone. It's a bit against the sky." The black-robed man said coldly, and suddenly said: "I understand! You were ferryed." The candidate came to participate in this trial of Haitian Cliff, so the cultivation base was suppressed under the heaven!"

After the black-robed man guessed it, his eyes were even more murderous.

A pitch-black scimitar fell directly into his hand, appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan in a flash, and cut it over.

"boom!"

Swords struck each other, and the space was extremely distorted. With two people as the center, the entire secret room showed a distinct black and white color.

The white awe-inspiring sword energy was suppressed by the black shadow of the sword, continuously narrowing the scope.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked. This black-robed man’s attack was almost like a different person compared to the last time. He shouted: "Who are you?!"

The sword in his hand shook, he shook the scimitar away, and then "chichi" brushed several swords, intertwined into a sword rain, covering the black robe man and attacking his weakness.

"Bang! Bang!—"

The black-robed man rolled his machete, shook out a large blade, and shot it out.

The speed of the two of them increased to the extreme, and there were no figures in the entire secret room, but the shadows of swords and swords.

This secret room is the best secret room in the ferryman's stronghold. Even if the celestial power is cultivating supernatural powers in it, the outside world cannot detect it, so the black robe people can be so unscrupulous.

The two of them fought hundreds of moves in an instant. Yang Qingxuan became more and more frightened as he fought, and his body was cut by a scimitar with more than a dozen wounds. Haoran's sword spirit was fast. He originally thought he could control the entire rhythm, but the other party completely kept up. Up his speed.

Not only that, but Dou Guishen had pierced into the black robe several times, and his sword aura was lost, as if there was no one in that 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 so crushed by the opponent's sword, that he was afraid that he could not control his cultivation level and rush to the heaven, which would be troublesome.

"Tsk tsk, in the stronghold where this seat is personally located, there are people who slaughter the night, who come in and kill people in an open manner. I really don't take me seriously, this acting chief rudder is really shameless." Suddenly, A series of leisurely sounds sounded in the secret room, revealing a deep chill.

"Mo Ting!"

The black-robed man was startled, the blade light in his hand slowed down, and Yang Qingxuan's sword slashed on his arm. The whole arm and the scimitar fell to the ground with a sound, and it disappeared like night.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, looking at the black robe man's bald arm, there was no body inside.

The black-robed man stared at Yang Qingxuan and said, "You are lucky this time!"

With that, the figure flashed, and it was about to dissolve in the darkness and leave.

"Cough, cough, cough. When I really don't exist, I'm so angry!"

As the sound came, a group of radiance exploded in the secret room, and then a palm condensed with a huge light slammed into the darkness.

"what!"

The light scoured, and the dark shadow exploded as soon as it shook.

The black-robed man let out a scream and was photographed in a ball of pitch-black color, printed on the bluestone brick, like ink exploded, spreading.

Then the light condensed, Mo Ting's body condensed, appeared in the secret room, frowning and staring at the black shadow on the ground.

"Master Mo Ting."

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly stepped forward, holding his fists and saluting.

Mo Ting gently shook his hand, 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, "The people organized by Tu Ye."

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 magical secret technique is so weird, I am afraid that his status in Tuye will not be low."

Mo Ting looked at him and said, "I tell you bluntly that you are in serious trouble. This person is Tu Ye's leader-Ye Wucha."

"What? It's him!" Yang Qingxuan was shocked, his face difficult to look.

"Ye Wusha's martial arts spirit is very strange, no one knows his true body, every time he appears in such a shadow, and according to the opponent's cultivation base, the strength of the shadow is different, in short, he is an extremely terrifying person. "Mo Ting said worriedly.

"Send the leader directly to kill me, Ye Wusha exalts me too much, right?" Yang Qingxuan's face was sullen, and an angry expression appeared between his brows.

"If I'm right, it's not that you are being praised, but that girl is too important." Mo Ting turned to look at Yang Qingxuan, and said: "If you want to protect that girl, I'm afraid you will directly be an enemy of Tuye. And now Ye Wusha is eyeing you again, I am really worried about your safety."

Yang Qingxuan said, "Thank you Master Mo Ting for your concern, but Ziyuan is the person I must protect. Don't talk about facing a Tuye, even if facing the night after night and the entire Black Sea, or facing the entire world, I will never retreat. ."

Mo Ting was stunned, and then smiled: "If you can have such a consciousness, I naturally have nothing to say, 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 It’s a safe day for you. But if I leave the stronghold, I can’t do anything. After all, I am the ferryman’s acting chief, and it is impossible for you to put the organization on the opposite of Tuye. Although I am not afraid of them, I don’t want Proactively provoke them."