Chapter 166 Zixiao

is respect, respect for a real opponent.

Ye Qingyan's persistence and will made the Sword Emperor look at each other with new eyes and fight with Ye Qingyan. He was very solemn. This had nothing to do with strength, but just a kind of pity for his opponents.

Of course, not to mention strength, just because of cultivation, Ye Qingyan is not qualified to cherish the sword emperor, let alone meet his opponent.

"Xiaoyao, be careful and don't be strong. If you really can't do it, just admit defeat and lose to the sword emperor ranked fifth in the emperor's list. It's not shameful!" Ling Tian's tone is solemn and his face is cold and solemn. To be honest, the current situation does not allow him to relax at all. Ye Qingyan is an ice flame fairy and talented, but this time his opponent is not Li Tengkong or Bai Qingyu, the flying fairy, but... the unparalleled sword emperor!

The sword emperor's southern palace passed away and crossed the mainland for decades. A divine sword is enough to compete for the sun and the moon; a sword comes out, the mountains and rivers overturned, and the river overturned the sea. It is no exaggeration to say that the water of the Sword Emperor Nangong is a myth that will never fade away!

White clothes beat snow, walk in the world, and pour mountains and rivers with a sword!

A sword comes from the east for thousands of years, proud of the world!

"Don't worry, the owner will be free!"

Ye Qingyan took a deep breath and nodded slightly. His smile was bright and his eyes were deep. His eyes turned to Ling Dongtian, Master Chenxi, sister Su Muyue, Ling Ba Tian, Ling Hanxue... His eyes swept over one by one and nodded to them with a smile.

"Happy, be careful!"

"Brother, don't get hurt!"

Chenxi's soft voice wrapped around Ye Qingyan's ear, and Su Muyue's fresh and warm voice was full of worry. Ye Qingyan smiled and smiled as bright as the moon, revealing his teeth as clean as jade.

"This flaming martial arts hall is really extraordinary!"

The deep eyes of the Sword Emperor Nangong swept over the morning light and Su Muyue, and said with deep meaning, and when he saw Su Muyue, he was obviously stunned and seemed to think.

"Predecessor's praise!" Ye Qingyan was a little confused. Is there any talented people in this flaming martial arts hall?

Nangong shook his head mysteriously, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. A golden boundary had taken shape. His body suddenly disappeared without warning. When he appeared again, he was already in the golden boundary.

Stand in the air and look at the world.

The Sword Emperor is the Sword Emperor, such a casual action, which is so unrestrained.

"Is this the battle boundary?" Ye Qingyan raised his head and looked at the golden boundary above the Flame Martial Arts Museum, which was nearly a thousand feet in radius. It looked like a huge scorching sun running over the martial arts school, which was shocking.

"Wo!"

Ye Qingyan stepped on his feet, turned into a streamer, and with a sound, he had entered the boundary.

"This is the battle boundary. After you understand the field, you will understand that the so-called boundary is just an application of the field."

Seeing Ye Qingyan staring at the boundary curiously, the Sword Emperor explained with a smile. Obviously, he valued Ye Qingyan very much. If he had changed to another person, he would not be as patient as he is now.

Ye Qingyan nodded, and then he suddenly raised his head with firm eyes, "Senior, ten moves, let's start now!"

"Good!" Nangong, the sword emperor, raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "Since you can't wait, I would like to see why you are confident that you have survived ten moves in the hands of the emperor without defeat!"

At this moment, the Sword Emperor finally showed a trace of sharpness, which belongs to the temperament of the Sword Emperor.

The sword has a peerless blade. As the sword emperor, under its indifferent and casual appearance, it hides an ambitious ambition to penetrate the world.

"Soft Water Sword!" Ye Qingyan scolded gently, grabbed the void with his right hand, and a blue water sword suddenly appeared and was caught in his hand by Ye Qingyan.

"Let's take it." Ye Qingyan's eyes were clear, holding a soft water sword, and his sword was like autumn water. "The dragon of sea swordsmanship enters the sea!"

Ye Qingyan walked with the sword, and the long sword cut in the air. The huge waves turned the sky and the earth upside down. It seemed that there were sea dragons, thousands of rivers converged, and the huge waves surged like a blue dragon. On the endless sea, he turned over the river, raised his teeth and claws, and roared up to the sky.

"Canghai Swordsmanship!" Nangong's eyes flashed and muttered, "I didn't expect that the peerless swordsmanship created by the Emperor of Canghai would be in his hands!"

"Yes, this kind of dragon has entered the sea. I really saw it correctly. You are indeed a peerless genius of swords!"

Nangong Shishui laughed loudly, "Golden Light Fist!"

Nangong's dead body flashed, his right hand clenched his palm as a fist, and the golden spiritual power on his fist stirred, and he bombarded Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan was also not afraid. The long sword swept away, the soft water sword was blue and blue, and the blue dragon transformed by the ice spiritual power also jumped on Ye Qingyan, opened his teeth and danced his claws, and was high momentum.

"Sum!"

Ye Qingyan's swordsmanship entered the dragon, and the long sword arrived, and the sword spirit was bound to be horizontal. The blue dragon loomed, his eyes were blue, and he intersected with the golden fist of the Sword Emperor.

Nangong's right fist with golden light in the passing water is like a steel pouring. It intersects with Ye Qingyan's long sword and makes a sneer.

"Dragon Journey for Nine Days!"

Ye Qingyan stepped on his feet and walked freely and walked back and forth in the golden light boundary. His sword was as fast as lightning, which made the people around him a little dazzled.

"Woth!"

Ye Qingyan's sword came out quickly and exquisitely. Every sword came out, accompanied by a cold ice mystery. A sword split out, and the cold fog filled it. In the fog, it seemed that there was an ice-blue dragon emptied up, cold and arrogant, and empty.

"This sword is stronger than the last one!"

Nangong passed away and turned into a wandering dragon, wandering in the cold fog, and his right fist was bombarded out, stirring up a burst of ice fog.

"Woth!"

Running freely, Ye Qingyan was like a dragon in the sky and swam quickly around the Sword Emperor. In an instant, Ye Qingyan turned into nine. The nine Ye Qingyans seemed to be Ye Qingyan. Their clothes, soft water swords and expressions were all the same.

Nine Ye Qingyan surrounded the sword emperor in the middle, raised the soft water sword above his head and chopped in the air!

"The speed is quite good, and there are actually eight remnants!"

Nangong's passing water is a little surprised. In the evil world, there can be a speed that can be proud of the heavenly spiritual realm, and the practice of body martial arts is really good.

"But... If you think you can deal with this emperor with these remnants, you are wrong!"

"Selfless, golden fist, break it to the emperor!" The light flashed in the sword emperor's eyes, and his right palm suddenly stretched out and slapped nine palms in the air.

"Bum-Bum-"

The remnants of the eight shadows dissipated in an instant!

Ye Qingyan's body was slapped back by the other party's palm and retreated dozens of steps before he barely stabilized his body.

"The Sword Emperor is so strong that his martial arts will is unshakable!" Ye Qingyan's eyes flashed coldly and his mind turned, "Although the sea swordsmanship is not good, it is still nothing for the Sword Emperor!"

The sword emperor, the emperor is called the emperor with the sword. If you don't have enough swordsmanship, I'm afraid you can't stand ten moves at all!

"Yes, Canghai swordsmanship is good, and you have a good understanding. If these two Canghai swordsmanships are against young people of your level, the other party will definitely lose, but if you want to stop me, it's a little worse!"

Nangong Shishui gently flicked his finger, looked extremely chic, and smiled.

"Two moves have been made!" Chenxi whispered, her jade hand clenched, and blue veins appeared on her snow-white wrist.

"Wow--" Ling Dongtian was stunned and said, "If it were me, I might have been defeated!"

"Brother, you must be careful!" Su Muyue stared at Ye Qingyan closely, and her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

"Xiaoyao has survived two moves!" Bai Qingyu exhaled a clear breath and said in a low voice.

"There are already a lot of two tricks!" Bai Potian's eyes were solemn, "Ye Xiaoyao's two swordsmanships can be called unique skills. If I pick them up, I'm afraid the victory or defeat is unpredictable!"

"This boy is really a little perverted!" Xuanchen, who has always been careless, sighed at this moment.

"This Ye Xiaoyao boy should pay close attention to it in the future!" Lie Wushang, the owner of the Flame City, said coldly.

"It's a little interesting. It seems that Ye Xiaoyao can be a little serious with me..." The man in black standing with Dongfang Qianlong's eyes narrowed, and the cold light flashed and muttered.

......

"There are two moves and eight moves left. How do you fight against the emperor?" Nangong's feet stepped on the void, as if they were flat. He carried his hands on his back and walked through the void. "There are a total of nine types of Canghai swordsmanship. Longteng Jiutian is already the fifth type, and I'm afraid it is also the highest type you understand!"

He smiled, "I advise you to stop using Canghai swordsmanship. I can also do Canghai swordsmanship, and I have studied it more thoroughly than you, and..."

Nangong Shishui paused and said gently, "And you don't have a real magic sword. Although your soft water sword is good, it can't reach the level of a magic soldier. In your current state, if you want to exert greater power of swordplay and have a real magic sword, it is the king!"

"Real sword?" Ye Qingyan narrowed his eyes and muttered softly.

"The Sword Emperor is right. Xiaoyao lacks a real magic soldier. That soft water sword is not bad enough to deal with others. It is obviously not enough to deal with the death of Nangong, which is known as the emperor with a sword!" Ling Dongtian was worried.

"What should I do?" Chenxi willow frowned. There is no magic sword here, a divine sword that can fight against the Sword Emperor!

"If it really doesn't work, I can only use this Ling Tianjian!" Ling Dongtian gritted his teeth and said, "Although Ling Tianjian is not a magic soldier, it is always much higher than Xiaoyao's soft water sword. With the soft water sword, I hope it is bigger!"

"Well, that's the only way." Chenxi and several people looked at each other and finally nod.

"Xiaoyao, use this Lingtian sword, it may not be called a divine soldier, but its power is also quite good. Maybe it can help you!"

Ye Qingyan was stunned, and then came to his senses and said gratefully, "Thank you, but you don't need it."

In the surprised eyes of others, Ye Qingyan said slowly, "I have a divine sword that can be called a divine soldier!"

Everyone wonders that since Ye Qingyan appeared in the martial arts hall, he has always used a soft water sword to fight, and has never used any other sword. Is it...

A firmness flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes, a flash of purple light in his right hand, and a sharp purple sword spirit soared to the nine ridges!

"This is... Purple Sword!"

The sword emperor's body condensed and exclaimed in an instant!