Chapter 18 Breaking the Virtual Sword!

The autumn wind sweeps up the fallen leaves and shakes together. Under the sunshine, it shines with golden luster, which is extremely colorful.

Ye Qingyan felt the seriousness of his injury, and a bitter smile flashed in his eyes. The absolute gap in strength could not be easily erased.

If it was not the talented Ye Qingyan standing opposite, but another person, then he would have been killed by Yang Poxiao in an instant!

There is no suspense!

Not to mention a large level, even a small level of difference is a shocking gap that is difficult to overcome.

"There's nothing I can do," just as Ye Qingyan raised his sword and was ready to fight desperately, Murong Jue's voice came, "Wait a minute!"

"Xiao, pass on three swordsmanship for your father. If you can understand one point by chance, then you should be more confident when fighting against this boy!"

Then, he suddenly turned around and said to Yang Tian and Yang Poxiao, "You won't object, will you?"

Yang Tian has always known Murong Jue's character. He has never fought a uncertain battle. Just as he wanted to refuse, he heard Yang Poxiao's wild laughter, "Okay, I promise you!"

"But I want to tell you, boy, no matter what, you are just dying!" Yang Poxiao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, with incomparable pride in his laughter. He seemed to have seen Ye Qingyan's humble posture like a dog after being defeated in his hands.

Ye Qingyan looked at the serious Murong Jue, and then nodded gently. He clearly knew that if nothing happened, he would definitely fail. Even though the Water Soft Holy Book dominates the world, he can't use the taboo moves recorded above now. First, with his cultivation, he can't use such powerful moves. Second, he was worried that his origin would be recognized by Yang Tian. In that case, he would immediately fall into danger!

Murong Jue held an iron sword and stood in the air, scolding softly, "Look at it, Xiaoyao!"

"Break the virtual sword!"

Murong's body was like electricity, silently, and he waved three swords in an instant.

Three swords come out, heaven and earth change color!

The wind blew, and the fallen leaves flew all over the sky. Within dozens of meters around Murong Jue's square, the sword spirit was everywhere, and the sword was as light as electricity. The fallen leaves in the sky seemed to turn into countless sharp swords and shot in all directions.

The void on one side was pierced by countless fallen leaves, and the void was shattered. A terrible force overflowed from Murong's sword, and even had the spirit of crushing the heavens and being majestic.

Put out the sword, collect the sword, and it will be completed in an instant.

Ye Qingyan first stared intently at the sword in Murong Jue's hand. After about a few breaths, he gently closed his eyes. In an instant, Murong Jue's sharp swordsmanship reappeared in his mind.

The brilliance of the sword light seems to gather the most beautiful brilliance in the world!

Peerless swordsman, peerless man!

At this time, Ye Qingyan's only thought is now.

He has never seen such a terrible swordsmanship. His action is like electricity, the sword is as bright as snow, and the sword spirit rises to the sky and covers the sun. Every move and every sword seems to contain the principle of heaven and earth, deep and mysterious, which makes Ye Qingyan intoxicated and unable to extricate himself!

Yang Tian saw Murong Jue's action, and his eyes contracted instantly. He understood that the heroic man in front of him had walked in front of everyone forever. In the past, on the way they chased desperately, he could still see his ethereal back, and now, sprinkled on them On the journey of blood and sweat, this man has already ridden the dust!

"He is only one step away from entering the realm of the emperor!" Yang Tian muttered softly, with a strong bitterness in his eyes.

But he regained his self-confidence in an instant. Isn't the emperor so easy to enter? On the mainland, there are nearly 100 billion martial artists, and the strong are like crucian carp crossing the river, as many as cattle hairs, but how many of them can enter the realm of the emperor?

It's very small!

How many people are trapped on the threshold of the realm of the emperor, exhausted their lives, and finally die on the road of struggle, ending with lifelong regret.

"For good, this guy almost broke my martial arts heart!" Yang Tian's forehead was cold and sweaty, and he said gladly.

Several other people also had difficulties in their hearts when they saw such a peerless swordsmanship.

Ye Qingyan gently opened his eyes and flashed with a sharp light in his deep and mysterious pupils. In the blink of an eye, it flashed away!

"Come on!"

Ye Qingyan's tone was light. It seemed that he was not facing a strong opponent that he could not compete with now, but an ordinary enemy, so ordinary that he could solve him without any effort.

"Ky, just be arrogant. Next, it's too late for me to make you cry!" Yang Poxiao was stunned at first, and then sneered in an instant.

"Soul-killing swordsmanship, gather souls!"

Yang Poxiao stepped on the soul-eating step under his feet and quickly shot at Ye Qingyan, while the long sword in his hand rotated like a top, and the cold soul power condensed in an instant, making Yang Poxiao look strange and evil!

"Death, boy!"

Ye Qingyan sneered and suddenly shouted softly, "Break the secret of breaking the virtual sword, broken!"

Ye Qingyan stepped on a magical step under his feet, and his figure flashed and cut out his sword at Yang Poxiao.

Long sword confrontation, swordsmanship competition, fighting for strength, speed, technology, and the advantages and disadvantages of swordsmanship itself.

Yang Poxiao comes from one of the major forces in the mainland, and he naturally learns the top swordsmanship.

And the swordsmanship in Ye Qingyan's hand is also not bad. Murong absolutely dominates the world and has not failed. There are three things he relies on most, one sword, one finger and one purple sky!

The so-called sword is naturally the secret of breaking the virtual sword; and one finger is naturally the unfathomable flower fingering method; the last sword is the divine sword Zixiao!

Murong Jue can be said to have passed on what he has learned in his life to Ye Qingyan, which shows his high expectations for Ye Qingyan.

The swords were shining. Yang Poxiao and Ye Qingyan, in the void and on the sea of flowers, fought with each other like lightning. In an instant, they shot back backwards.

Ye Qingyan's figure is a little staggering, and the blood red color of the corners of his lips is more colorful, but on the contrary, the smile on Ye Qingyan's face gradually increases.

Yang Poxiao stared fiercely at Ye Qingyan with a smile on his face, and his face was a little incredible.

"Impossible, how can you block this move? Impossible!"

Murong Jue, who was far away, saw Ye Qingyan's swordsmanship, and gradually piled up a smile on his face, "You can teach him, haha, Ruzi can teach you!"

Yang Tian's eyes were shocked, and his face was full of shock.

"How can anyone understand Murong's broken sword so much in such a short time!"