Valkyrie Bloodline

At this time, Li Ye continued to use a martial art to strengthen his own strength.

Just as he was about to enter, a figure pierced through the air from the other side, and its target was also the temple in front of him.

"Go away!"

The other party probably just found out and didn't pay attention to who Li Ye was, so he let out a roar and slapped Li Ye at the same time.

"Certainly!"

In an instant, the time around became extremely slow, as if it had stopped, and even the opponent's astonishing offensive was clearly seen.

The next moment, the surroundings suddenly returned to normal, but this palm fell through.

"Huh?"

Seeing that he had missed, Kong Ti was slightly stunned, and a surprise flashed across his face.

In the temple, Li Ye landed, and immediately felt a completely different atmosphere from the two temples he discovered before.

"What a strong sword intent!"

The entire temple is full of strong sword intent, as if there is a supreme swordsman exuding endless sword energy of destruction.

In the direction of the gaze, in the depths of the temple, a statue stood there very alone.

It was a strong man holding a divine sword. Although it was just a statue, Li Ye could feel a terrible edge that could only be felt by a strong man of the supreme level of swordsmanship.

So far, Li Ye has only experienced this feeling on one person!

To be precise, it is the afterimage of a clone left by a person, Ye Wuming!

Of course, the statue in front of him was obviously not Ye Wuming's. Leaving aside what Ye Wuming looked like, Li Ye had seen it before, but the powerful sword intent made him breathless, but it was completely opposite to Ye Wuming.

If I really want to describe it, although Ye Wuming's sword is also sharp, it is more majestic, full of an elegant temperament.

But in the temple in front of me, it is full of that kind of overbearing and domineering will!

Both can be sure that they are the supreme swordsman, but they are taking two completely opposite paths.

Ye Wuming's sword, Piao Miao.

The owner of the temple sculpture in front of him is the murderous sword! Overbearing sword!

Just as Li Ye felt it, there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him.

The next moment, Li Ye's body swayed, and at the same time a palm wind brushed past his face, but then it seemed to touch the scattered sword energy in the entire temple, swarming and tearing it apart.

"What an amazing sword intent!"

Conte was slightly startled, but then a fiery look appeared on his face!

At the same time, as Conte and Li Ye entered the temple one after another, the entire temple also changed.

Outside, someone happened to appear again, and just about to enter the temple, he was directly bounced away by a force.

"Damn it! It's actually one step too late!"

The man scolded him somewhat bitterly, and didn't waste any time, just turned around and headed for other places.

In the temple, Conte and Li Ye were looking at each other.

"Li Ye? I didn't expect to meet you here."

Conte's voice has a compelling edge, like a sword, extremely sharp.

Immediately, Li Ye understood that the person in front of him must be a strong man who has practiced swordsmanship all the year round, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to reveal such an aura.

"Li Ye, I don't want to be your enemy. There is a powerful inheritance of swordsmanship in this temple. If you give it to me, I, Conti, owe you a favor."

At this moment, Li Ye also remembered who this person was.

Conti, disciple of Spirit Sword Pavilion! And Lingjian Pavilion is among the eighteen major forces, the sect that is most dedicated to sword practice, no wonder the other side is so excited after seeing this temple.

But, let him give up by himself?

Is it possible?

As if seeing what Li Ye was thinking, Conti frowned, "Li Ye, I know you have many methods, but here, your previous methods are useless! And as far as I know, what you are best at is illusion and Boxing, I am not specialized in swordsmanship, so let me do it."

Compared with other people, Conte in front of him at least didn't shout and shout immediately, but he dealt with the seemingly negotiating tone as if he had made a decision, and he just told the result.

The arrogance of sect disciples!

Not proficient in swordsmanship?

Li Ye sneered in his heart.

Indeed, among his various methods, illusion and blood pupils are the first and are also his most powerful weapons, followed by boxing and palm techniques! Whether it is Long Zhan Xingye or Duan Yue Po Kong Shou, the power of these two moves is unparalleled.

In contrast, Li Ye seemed somewhat weak in swordsmanship.

However, Li Ye did not act rashly.

"Konti, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, the closed disciple of the master of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, Old Man Tie Jian! The twenty-ninth rank!"

In my mind, information about Conte flashed.

This is a powerful enemy that Li Ye has never met before!

The twenty-ninth place on the list! Although it is the second to last, it is the top ranking! This alone is enough to make Li Ye pay attention!

Think about how many geniuses there are in the entire Southwest Starfield? But how many people can step into the heaven list?

Of course, compared to this, Li Ye is now on the Qianlong list, but compared to the Tianbang, the Qianlong list is more like a folk informal ranking, and he is only at the bottom of the Qianlong list , There is a huge gap between Conte, who is also on the Qianlong list and ranked in the top 30!

Before Li Ye could answer, Conti had already moved towards the statue.

But immediately, the powerful sword energy pervading in the temple seemed to be enraged, tearing towards Conti frantically.

"Go away!"

Li Ye didn't move, he really wanted to see how far Conte, who was ranked 29th on the list, was far behind him.

I only saw a sword in Conte's hand. I don't know when there was an extra sword. Obviously, he had entered at least one temple before coming here.

From Li Ye's point of view, it is a sword that has at least reached the level of an ancient magic weapon, and it can be said to be even more powerful in the hands of Conte.

But unfortunately, Conti didn't have the corresponding swordsmanship for him to use. Although he roared, he couldn't get closer after advancing about five feet, because the closer he was to the statue, the more terrifying the surrounding sword energy would be. !

In desperation, he could only turn over and return to the original place.

"What a domineering sword spirit."

As for swordsmanship, Conte asked himself that he had entered the room after so many years, but he still felt quite a headache with the seemingly chaotic formation of sword qi in front of him, which seemed to be some kind of profound meaning of swordsmanship.

"Unfortunately, if not all the exercises are unusable, this kind of battle can't stop me at all!"

Somewhat unwilling, but also seemed to be relieved, he looked at Li Ye, in his opinion, even he, a person who has specialized in swordsmanship all his life, and the 29th seat in the Tianbang, can't get close, let alone others!

"I'm here to sharpen slowly until I succeed!"

Conte already has four star rings on him, so he is not in a hurry and is ready for a protracted battle.

But the next moment, his eyes almost burst out of their sockets!

In sight, a figure was approaching the statue in the temple at a faster speed than he was just now!