Chapter 19 After Snow, Empress!

The sunset, the red glow is all over the sky, but no matter how many red clouds there is, it can't be compared with the shock in Yang Tian's heart.

On the mainland, there are not without geniuses. On the contrary, there are so many geniuses on the vast continent, just like the bright stars in the nine heavens. Among them, there is also no shortage of characters with peerless posture and stunning beauty.

A hundred years ago, a generation of goddesses with no time to be flawless and national beauty was born after the snow, with high talent, which can be called amazing. At the age of 40, they broke the law of heaven, broke through the shackles of heaven and earth, and achieved the peak of the emperor's realm!

Coincidentally, at the same time, the talented, the extraordinary and amazing empress appeared in the world, also at the age of 40, achieving the position of emperor in the world and shocking the mortal world!

For the geniuses in the same era as the Empress and the Snow Queen, they are sad. The most dazzling sharpness on the mainland has been swept away by these two magnificent women!

For men of that era, that period was extremely dark, even so dark that they could not see the dawn!

Since then, Xuehou and the Empress have been called the "Peerless Double Pride"!

The real peerless two prides!

Unprevious!

According to mainland history books, before the snow queen and the empress, the youngest person to achieve the realm of the emperor was 52 years old.

However, even if the snow queen and the empress are amazing through the ages, Yang Tian doesn't think that they can do better than Ye Qingyan when they are in the same level of cultivation as Ye Qingyan.

"Am I witnessing the rise of a peerless genius comparable to the Snow Queen and the Empress!"

Yang Tian himself felt a little incredible, and then shook his head in an instant. "It's impossible. Two levels of existence are enough. If there is another one, how can others live!"

"This is probably just occasionally." Yang Tian comforted himself, but there was a lingering haze in his heart.

"I don't believe that you can survive this last move!"

In Yang Poxiao's mouth, he roared repeatedly, stared angrily at Ye Qingyan opposite him, and shouted, "Take it, damn boy!"

"Eighting Sutra, the killing of souls in the taboo chapter!"

Yang Poxiao abandoned his sword and punched out. His energy was surging like a sea wave. With an irresistible momentum, he shot at Ye Qingyan.

"At dawn, even his only successful soul was used. It seems that he was also forced to hurry!"

Yang Mengyue, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke softly at this time. Then, she turned her words and said quietly, "However, the ending should have been doomed. With the strength of this free prince, it is impossible to stop the soul, so,"

"Therefore, he will definitely lose!"

Yang Tian interface, smiling.

Murong Jue heard the content of the two's words and frowned. Naturally, he knew about the soul-laying style, but he didn't expect that Yang Poxiao had successfully practiced the soul-shalling style. The power of killing souls is beyond doubt, but after all, Yang Poxiao lacks experience. The power of killing souls in his hands is too small to be put in his eyes, but for the current Ye Qingyan, the soul killing style is undoubtedly unbearable!

Therefore, even Murong Jue, who was originally a little confident in Ye Qingyan, is not optimistic about Ye Qingyan's success or failure.

"I believe him!" Murong Qingcheng's beautiful eyes were tearful, staring at Ye Qingyan, who was covered with scars, and smiled gently. The flowers and dewy amorous feelings, the supreme glory at that moment reversed all sentient beings.

When Yang Tian and Yang Mengyue heard Murong Qingcheng's words, they both turned their heads and looked at Ye Qingyan, who was seriously injured but still had a straight back, with thoughtful eyes.

Ye Qingyan's spirit has always been extremely focused, staring at Yang Poxiao, who is like crazy, and knows that what he has to face next is not only the strongest opponent in his life, but also the strongest trick of the strongest opponent.

So, this last move will be extremely difficult for me to survive.

"Break the false sword secret, break the false!"

"Flower finger!"

Ye Qingyan waved the long sword in his right hand. Unlike other swordsmanships, this sword is as fast as thunder and fast as electricity. The speed of this sword gives people a feeling that it is very slow and slow to the extreme.

In fact, Ye Qingyan's sword is not extremely slow, on the contrary, but extremely fast, to the extreme, faster than the limit that the human eye can bear, so it gives people a very slow perception.

At the same time, Ye Qingyan's left hand instantly knotted, and his fingers condensed in his fingertips in an instant. A finger with strong spiritual power condensed in front of Ye Qingyan's left hand. In the blink of an eye, his hands shook at the same time, and his body shot at Yang Poxiao like lightning.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The collision of power, the confrontation of the body, and the scene of shooting in an instant, there has been an end.

Ye Qingyan stood with his sword, and the blood at the corners of his mouth kept flowing out of Ye Qingyan's mouth, ragged, and his eyes looked at Yang Poxiao in the distance.

At this time, Yang Poxiao was also miserable, with ragged clothes, bleeding from seven orifices, long hair, and standing upside down, extremely horrible. Yang Poxiao stared at Ye Qingyan opposite, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Suddenly, Yang Poxiao fell down and completely fell into a coma.

Ye Qingyan saw Yang Poxiao unconscious. First, there was a long roar in his mouth, which seemed to vent all his grievances and anger. Then, he trembled and gently turned to Murong Qingcheng and said gently, "Sister, I won!"

Murong Qingcheng had tears in the corners of his eyes, covered his mouth with his jade hands, and nodded trembling.

Suddenly, Ye Qingyan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The laughter was like thunder, and the sound shocked the sky.

"The battle turned out to be so thrilling!"

"It's so refreshing to defeat the opponent!"

"I didn't expect that I, Ye Qingyan, really still have the opportunity to fulfill my former vow!"

In Ye Qingyan's laughter, there was emotion, frivolity and joy... But the only thing he didn't have was complacency.

What no one found was that when Ye Qingyan inadvertently said his real name, including Yang Tian, no one paid attention, but only Yang Mengyun, who was checking Yang Poxiao's injury, gently beat his body, and then disappeared in an instant without leaving a trace.

"I'm sorry to bother you two, please convey a sentence to Yang Poxiao for me!"

"The opponent defeated by me is no longer qualified to fight against me!"

"However, he... Yang Poxiao is an exception, the only exception!"

"I will still fight with Yang Poxiao, but... I hope that at that time, he won't even have the desire to let me take action...!"

Ye Qingyan suddenly turned around, and his originally weak body instantly became as straight and unyielding as white poplar. He faced Yang Tian and Yang Mengyun, who were panickingly looking at Yang's injury. His eyes were like electricity, sharp and unparalleled, and he said coldly.