Chapter 17 bullying the weak!

Yang Poxiao looked at the broken robe on his body, was furious, stared at Ye Qingyan, who was also embarrassed, with cold eyes, and said fiercely, "I didn't expect that I still looked down on you!"

"However, it won't happen next!"

"take the move, soul-killing sutra, soul-killing sword, soul-eating sword!"

Yang Poxiao's right hand shook gently, and the blue sword suddenly appeared in his right hand. With a wave of the sword, it shot at Ye Qingyan!

"Are you finally going to use the sword!" Ye Qingyan whispered to himself that his injury was much lighter than it seemed, because his physical strength was far above his cultivation, so that the other party's attack did not have the effect it should have.

Ye Qingyan stretched out his right hand and said loudly, "Godfather, lend me your long sword!"

"Okay, then," Murong Jue first laughed a few times, then waved his right hand, and a flash of purple light, and instantly appeared in Ye Qingyan's right hand: "This sword, called Zixiao, accompanied by his father for a lifetime without defeat. Today, I will pass it to you for my father. I hope you don't let it be your father. Disappointed, let the Zixiao sword be dusty!"

Ye Qingyan looked at the purple sword in his hand, his eyes full of admiration, and solemnly said, "Father, don't worry, one day, I will let Zixiao follow me across the sky and the earth, invincible between heaven and the earth!" Ye Qingyan looked unprecedentedly solemn. It seemed that what he made was not a promise, but a vow that fettered his life and required his lifelong efforts to achieve it!

Hearing Ye Qingyan's words, Murong absolutely did not feel Ye Qingyan's arrogance at all. On the contrary, his expression was full of expectation: "Okay, wait for that day for my father!"

Yang Tian next to him is very arrogant about Ye Qingyan. In his eyes, there are several people in the world who can do it. Presumably they are the supreme strong people in the realm of the emperor, and they dare not dare to say so. A small Ye Qingyan, a boy who has just entered the Xuanhuang realm, dares to be so presumptuous, Jane I don't know the depth of the sky.

Now he has never thought that in the not too distant future, the extremely arrogant teenager in his eyes would really fulfill the seemingly absurd oath.

"|Canghai Sword Tips, divide the water!"

Ye Qingyan scolded softly, but his body soared like a dragon and shot at Yang Poxiao!

Ye Qingyan split out with a sword, as if the torrential river water surged out, but at the moment when his strength accumulated to the peak, he was cut open by a sword in the air. The sharp edge and unparalleled momentum were felt by Yang Tian and Murong in the distance.

"Yan'er really has invincible potential!"

Murong Jue looked at Ye Qingyan, who was at an absolute downlight, who could still cut out such a domineering and arrogant swordsmanship, and said to himself in his heart.

At this moment, Yang Tian's face finally became solemn, because he saw a belief from Ye Qingyan's swordsmanship, a belief that he would not give up until he reached his goal.

The long swords intersect, and Ye Qingyan flies back in an instant. His cultivation is not as good as others. When fighting, he should naturally promote his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. He must not fight hard. If he fails to hit it, he will escape in an instant.

Ye Qingyan knelt on one knee and held the sword in his right hand. A trace of red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still stubborn, without any weakness and submission. He gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his left index finger, and then gently raised his head and glanced at Yang Poxiao opposite him.

Seeing Ye Qingyan's eyes, Yang Poxiao's heart was inexplicably cold, as if he had provoked an opponent who should never be provoked!

But then, he shook his head in an instant and laughed at himself. When did Yang Poxiao become so timid? Besides, according to the boy in front of him, is he worthy?

"Light...free!"

Murong Qingcheng, who was watching the battle, couldn't help worrying when he saw Ye Qingyan's serious injury and was about to take action in an instant!

"Don't, Qingcheng," Murong Jue's tone was unprecedentedly solemn. "If you take action now, it's an insult to Xiaoyao!"

Murong Qingcheng's body stopped, and tears flowed down her smooth cheeks in an instant.

"Sister, believe me!" Ye Qingyan turned around and said to Murong.

Then the body disappeared in an instant, and there were remnants of shadows in the air, as gorgeous as scattered flowers. Each Ye Qingyan held a long sword and shot at Yang Poxiao in the air.

"The secret of the sea sword, break the waves!"

Seven Ye Qingyan split a sword in the emptiness at the same time. There seemed to be countless waves between heaven and earth, which condensed out of thin air. They collided and merged with the tip of Ye Qingyan's sword, and then turned into Ye Qingyan's power of breaking waves. The combination of the seven swords was combined and instantly cut back!

Yang Poxiao saw Ye Qingyan's power and snorted coldly, but he did not dare to be careless. The sword waved from an unusually strange angle. Yang Poxiao suddenly went up to the sky and waved the right sword constantly. Every time he waved it, a black soul power appeared on his side, and finally slowly gathered into a black giant sword. , shot into the flickering Ye Qingyan in the air.

"take it, boy, soul-killing swordsmanship, gather souls!"

The black sword was empty and instantly collided with Ye Qingyan's broken wave sword.

"Boom-"

After the explosion, the huge energy wave swept away within dozens of meters. Ye Qingyan's body was hit back by the overflowing energy fragments and spit out several mouthfuls of red blood in the air. Under the sunlight, it was extremely sad!

After landing, Ye Qingyan was still uncontrollably and took dozens of steps back before he stopped. On the other hand, although Yang Poxiao was a little embarrassed, compared with Ye Qingyan, it was not worth mentioning. His soles of his feet stepped on the ground in an instant, only withdrew one step, and did not move at all. Compared with Ye Qingyan, he was undoubtedly much stronger.

One step and dozens of steps, reflected in cultivation, are the difference between heaven and earth.

"Kid, it's already 27 moves, and you can't stand the last three moves," Yang Poxiao condescending, looking down at Ye Qingyan with contemptuously at the bloody corners of his lips.

"Surrender, humble and weak!" Yang Poxiao's tone was arrogant, as if he had the ego of controlling the world.

"Surrender," Ye Qingyan sneered, "There has never been the word 'surrender' in Ye Xiaoyao's dictionary!"

"Only Ye Xiaoyao, who stood dead, and Ye Xiaoyao, who did not kneel down and begged for mercy!" Ye Qingyan stared at the arrogant Yang Poxiao in front of him and sneered repeatedly!

When Yang Poxiao saw this time, Ye Qingyan was still so unruly and said angrily, "Then the young master wants to see. Why do you want to fight with me!"

The people watching the battle from afar were all silent. They all saw that Ye Qingyan was the end of a strong crossbow. If he did not have an unusually strong move, he would definitely lose in the face of Yang Poxiao, who was not many injuries!

Moreover, they all know that Yang Poxiao still has strong moves that have not been used. Once used, it must be shocking!

The result seems to be doomed!