Chapter 49 Juetian Two-style Tu Yasheng

Ye Qianqiu's self-s speech shocked Yun Yue and Han Xiaoxi, who were thinking about how to take the third blow of the purple-haired man. Both of them looked at him in horror and didn't know what to say.

"This world can't bind me. I will be above heaven and earth and surpass everything!" Ye Qianqiu is still talking to himself, and the breath in his body keeps climbing, which is extremely horrible.

This is a state of enlightenment, which has a clear understanding, and the body coincides with the way it has been realized.

"Ye Gongzi is..." Han Xiaoxi's eyes were full of deep worry and looked at Ye Qianqiu and asked.

Yunyue frowned and said, "It should have entered some kind of enlightenment. It seems that he will make an unprecedented move!"

"Is it an unprecedented move or a new move?" Han Xiaoxi clenched her hands and whispered to herself.

However, at this time, the third blow of the purple-haired man's demon god had been struck, and the surging purple-black magic gas condensed into an unrivaled magic knife and split them.

"Oh no!" Yunyue forcibly operated the remaining internal qi in her body, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and once again showed the magic of the eight-phase one, intending to defend again.

"Deadly struggle!" The purple-haired man shouted, and the magic knife was even more shocking. Several mountains around him collapsed, and even the nearby rivers were steamed dry.

This is the power of Yasheng. After all, he has touched the realm beyond people a little, and he can no longer look at them.

This blow was too strong, but in an instant, the small world of cloud and moon was facing collapse. Han Xiaoxi hurriedly hit seven divine lights to help the cloud moon stabilize this small world.

However, they are still too far away. The small world cracks like lenses and turns into scattered light spots.

The magic knife is close at hand, and they will harvest their lives the next moment.

Just when both of them were almost desperate, Ye Qianqiu said again: "Jian style, Juetian sword!"

As soon as the words fell, before Yunyue and Han Xiaoxi could react, Ye Qianqiu rushed out with a blue light with a Qingyang sword in his hand. His speed was so fast that no one could see it clearly.

Moreover, the sword spirit is also terrible and boundless. It has already surpassed the power of the peak realm and reached the power of the first entry into the sub-holy realm, which is enough to face the blow of the purple-haired man.

"Boom"

The vast sword spirit swept everything, and a blue giant sword appeared in the void, which was the sword spirit condensed in the appearance of the Qingyang sword.

The blue sword gas and the purple-black knife light hit each other, and the energy gas flow turned into an endless storm, sweeping everything around it. The collapsed mountains were shaken into rocks all over the sky with a bang, emptied through the clouds.

Cloud Moon and Han Xiaoxi were also directly swept out by the energy storm and thrown to the ground and spit blood.

This fight is too horrible!

"What's going on? How can the practitioners of the peak realm take my move head-on? Seeing that his attack was offset, the purple-haired man shouted with a crazy look in his eyes.

"Nothing is impossible!" The cold voice sounded around, and Ye Qianqiu stepped out of the smoke and dust, and his eyes had been gathering on the purple-haired man.

The purple-haired man frowned. He did feel that Ye Qianqiu was only at the peak of the seven heavens, but the blow just now was indeed comparable to the attack of Yasheng, which shocked him.

"No matter what method you use, today I will pull away your soul and get a glimpse of it!" Finally, the purple-haired man shouted coldly and stretched out his hand, as if to hit the fourth strike.

"The fourth blow of the demon god's destruction, the demon roaring day!" The purple-haired man shouted and shook the mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles.

This time, the action was still the huge magic shadow behind him, but it was not cut out of the magic knife, but directly opened the extremely fing magic mouth, which seemed to swallow everything.

Ye Qianqiu's face remained unchanged. He stepped out and shouted, "Just use this blow to break with you!"

After saying that, he cut out with a sword, the sword spirit of Qingyang was excited, and a huge sword shadow appeared in the sky.

"The small skill of carving insects can't help me. What can I do now?" Seeing this move again, the purple-haired man couldn't help asking.

Ye Qianqiu looked at him quietly and said, "You will know if it's the same move next!"

"Unrivative style, dominate the world, and the sword is too virtual!" With a loud shout again, a demon-like figure appeared behind Ye Qianqiu. He couldn't see who it was.

The figure stretched out a hand, held the huge Qingyang sword shadow, and then cut out the purple-haired man like Ye Qianqiu.

This cut, the sword spirit is eternal, the sky and the earth are colorless, the sun and the moon have no light, the void is directly broken, and the mountains and rivers shake.

The eternal sword spirit crossed the sky and cut the purple-haired man and the huge magic shadow roaring behind him.

"What? Impossible!" Facing this blow, the purple-haired man turned pale and shouted.

However, the sword spirit is ruthless, and the eternal light shines, drowning the purple-haired man with the huge shadow. No one knows what happened in it.

For a long time, the eternal light dissipated, and a pierced body fell down. This is the purple-haired man.

The sword cut by Ye Qianqiu's unique style actually penetrated him directly and killed him.

Seeing this scene, Yunyue and Han Xiaoxi, who recovered a little injury in the distance, were shocked, which was too illusory. How many people can kill Yasheng with the cultivation of the peak realm?

They don't know, but they know that there is a person who can do it at this moment. He is Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu used a unique style, which was actually a blow to resolve the attack of Yasheng, and then pierced the Yasheng's hole, making him fall on the spot.

Just as the two wanted to call Ye Qianqiu, something suddenly happened to Ye Qianqiu.

The body shook, and Ye Qianqiu seemed to be unable to stand still. Then, he inserted the Qingyang sword on the ground, opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and dyed the ground in front of him red.

Obviously, he was also seriously injured.

After shaking for a while, Ye Qianqiu finally couldn't stand it and fell to the ground stained red by his blood.

"Qianqiu!"

"Eunzi!"

Cloud Moon and Han Xiaoxi exclaimed at the same time. However, Ye Qianqiu did not respond, as if he was half dead and didn't move.

Yunyue was worried and hurriedly got up and rushed to Ye Qianqiu with pain. And Han Xiaoxi did the same, regardless of the injury and went to Ye Qianqiu.

At this moment, the purple-haired man's pierced body stood up again with a ferocious face: "How dare you kill me for half a life? I want you to die!"

Half-life, Ye Qianqiu's previous blow did not completely kill his half-life, but died half-life, which means that he has no longevity in this life, and he can't take another step.

This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to the practitioners. No wonder he will stand up to get rid of Ye Qianqiu even if he is completely killed.

"FUCK!" Yunyue, who was coming, shouted loudly, and suddenly burst into the glow of Taoism. He spread his wings like a fairy phoenix and flew to Ye Qianqiu to block the purple-haired man.

"Oh? Do you want to go down to Huangquan first? The purple-haired man asked in a cold voice.

"If you dare to take a step forward, I will kill you even if I use the secret art that will damage the source!" Yunyue also said in a cold voice that it was impossible to negotiate at this moment, "Don't forget that you only have half a life!"

"It's enough to kill you for half a life!" The purple-haired man roared crazily, and then stretched out his blood-filled right hand to make a move to Yunyue.

The cloud moon's face was solemn, as if it had decided something, and said, "In this case, I have to do this!"

Taoist glow rushed out of his body. These are the original light of the innate Taoist body. These original light are instantly woven into a word "Tao" in front of him, shining on everything around him.

"This feeling, you are an innate Taoist body!" The purple-haired man screamed, and the original light of the innate Taoist body had a great harmful effect on all those who practice magic skills.

"What's the matter? You can rest in peace!" The cloud and moon's face remained unchanged, and she shouted in a cold voice, "The light turns into a sword!"

The Taoist words composed of the polar origin light of the congenital Taoist body shine and turn into thousands of light swords, instantly drowning the purple-haired man in the sea of swords.

"Ah!" The purple-haired man shouted heartbreakingly in the sea of swords and tried to rush out, but failed.

Yunyue's face became paler and paler, and blood gushed from her throat many times, but she was swallowed back alive by him. In his eyes, there was only determination.

At this moment, Han Xiaoxi also rushed over. She looked at Yunyue with a shocked face: "Brother Yun, you are losing your own origin!"

"As long as it can save our lives, this source is nothing!" Yunyue replied quietly, and he looked very lightly.

Han Xiaoxi didn't say anything more. At this time, she seemed to say more.

Thousands of swords flooded the purple-haired man, and his roar became smaller and smaller. Later, he could no longer be heard. It seemed that he was really dead this time.

Walking to Ye Qianqiu, who fell to the ground, Yunyue squatted down and felt his breath of life with his consciousness.

"There is still a trace of life, but it is pitifully weak!" This is his conclusion.

Han Xiaoxi performed magic, and the colorful divine light circulated on Ye Qianqiu to treat his injury.

"I'm afraid Mr. Ye can't wake up in a short time!" Feeling Ye Qianqiu's situation, Han Xiaoxi said so.

Cloud Moon nodded, his face was very pale, and he was seriously injured by the power of his origin.

Looking at Ye Qianqiu who was motionless on the ground, both of them had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts. This time, Ye Qianqiu was so desperate that he was so seriously injured that it was difficult to recover in a short time.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded again: "Haha, I'm not dead, so your death time is coming!"

Cloud Moon and Han Xiaoxi changed color at the same time, and the purple-haired man was not dead!

The purple-black magic is surging, and the two are desperate at the same time. By now, there is no way to resist this sub-saint strongman.

On the edge of despair, a dawn shot into their eyes, and a majestic and sacred voice sounded in the endless void: "If you dare to hurt my disciple so seriously, it is difficult to die!"

Where the sound passed, the mountains and rivers shook, the sky was about to crack, the beasts roared, and thousands of birds flew.