Chapter 174 The King of Free

In the ice flame sword field, the ice flame aura is full of aura, the purple sky sword spirit rises to the sky, and the cyan lotus is like a floating cloud in the sky, suspended in the light of ice and fire, and tens of millions of lotus flowers roam among them, shining.

"Green Lotus Sword!"

Ye Qingyan's eyes were round, and his black hair danced against the wind. He looked up to the sky and roared, and his temperament was extremely wild.

A roar!

A roar of green lotus gathering!

Millions rotated quickly like a lotus gyro and quickly condensed in the shocking eyes of countless people. Finally, the green lotus sword body was the main body, supplemented by endless ice flame sword spirit, forming a blue-purple sword.

"Sneer!"

After the glory, a delicate sword full of terror suspended in the air, the surrounding ice loomed, the flames were invisible, and there was an exquisite lotus mark on the body of the sword, with a faint halo flow, giving people an unusually deep and unpredictable feeling.

"Senior, take the sword!"

Ye Qingyan's eyes are arrogant and fierce. He stepped on the spiritual power of ice and fire and walked around. It is no exaggeration to say that in the field of ice and flame, he is a god, he is the master, and he is the master of everything!

When fighting, few people are willing to enter other people's fields, because they are looking for suffering. Fighting in other people's fields are tied up at any time. Only those extremely arrogant or confident guys will step into other people's fields and fight regardless of the consequences.

If his opponent is Murong Jue, Nangong Shishui will never easily step into the other party's field, but Ye Qingyan is different. He has just understood the field. He is not clear about many fantastic uses in the field. Coupled with Nangong Shishui's conceit, he proudly stepped into Ye Qingyan's ice flame sword field and was not afraid.

"Yes, condensation molding, you have initially mastered the trick."

Nangong Shishui nodded slightly, one of the many martial arts skills when the condensation formed. Only when the martial arts's understanding of martial arts reaches a certain depth can he get involved in the field, Ye Qingyan can now use condensation to form. To be honest, Nangong Shishui is very surprised.

A full moon, a blue and purple sword!

The blue and purple sword exudes an extremely horrible blue and purple sword spirit. The sword spirit is creepy, and everyone outside the ice flame sword area feels creepy.

The full moon is usually a symbol of holiness and elegance in everyone's eyes, but at this moment, it no longer exudes a soft moonlight, but a sharp moon white sword spirit. The sword spirit contains an extreme power of terror. The depth and vastness make Ye Qingyan's face change in an instant.

"Wo!"

The blue and purple sword is in the air, and its sword spirit is magnificent. It seems to want to pick the full moon off nine days and beat down the mortal world. The full moon seems to be spiritual. In the face of the provocation of the blue and purple sword, it does not dodge, but goes head-on. There is a kind of domineering spirit of not fearless and brazen challenge.

"Boom!"

It seems that the confrontation between the blue and purple sword and the bright full moon is in fact, it is a battle between Ye Qingyan and Nangong's dead water. Every battle between the blue and purple sword and the full moon is another form of battle between the two.

"Wo!"

In the stalemate between the two, Ye Qingyan's face suddenly changed and his eyes became extremely domineering. He said coldly, "Senior, no matter who you are, I won't let you block my way!"

"Green Lotus Sword, break it!"

At this moment, Ye Qingyan is so domineering that he is sharp, his eyes are shining with sword light, and there is even a murderous spirit invisibly.

"Kid, I finally saw the murderous spirit from you. It's good, it's really good!" Nangong Shishui laughed, "Men should kill people, otherwise, why do you learn swords?"

"Full moon sword, the universe is broken!"

Nangong died and shouted, and the full moon suddenly collided with the Qinglian sword. The sword spirit was magnificent, the sword was full of light, and the sword spirit rushed to the sky, and the sword spirit invisibly smashed everything. Ye Qingyan looked at the dense wisps of sword spirit in the ice flame sword field, and his eyes were shocked. He understood that this ice flame sword field still blocked the peerless in front of him. Swordsman!

"I didn't expect that the last barrier of the ice flame sword field still couldn't stop the sword emperor!" Ye Qingyan looked at the wisps of cracks in the ice flame sword domain, and his eyes were full of bitter smiles. He had long known that the sword emperor would no longer show mercy. It was absolutely difficult for him to block it, but the understanding of the ice flame sword domain made him ecstatic!

But now, everything... seems to be too late...

"No, I can't admit defeat!" Ye Qingyan's teeth were very important. When Nangong's passing water and Ling Dongtian were in his mind, the wonderful use of the compression field flashed in his heart. He clenched his teeth and said, "This is the success or failure!"

"Ice Flame Sword Domain, compress it for me!"

Ye Qingyan shouted loudly, and the sound shocked thousands of miles, which shocked the people who watched the battle everywhere.

"It's done!"

Ye Qingyan looked at the ice flame sword field compressed into the size of a fist, and a look of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. He was forced to calm down, and a touch of clarity flashed in his eyes, and shouted in his heart: "Fight the stars, turn around, turn around for me!"

The fist-sized ice flame sword field was invisibly controlled by Ye Qingyan's thoughts. After the confrontation with Ye Qingyan's blue and purple sword, it still hit the dazzling full moon.

Without the expected energy explosion, the full moon sword of Nangong's passing water is indeed unparalleled. Even Ye Qingyan's compression field still can't destroy it. Although Ye Qingyan was surprised by the sharpness of the full moon sword, he did not panic. He had the worst plan, that is, he could not destroy the full moon in a frontal collision, but also let himself Protect yourself from harm!

Not bad, it's just a star shift!

What is the star shift? It is a supreme stunt that can transfer the attack and reflect the attack. If it is a great accomplishment, Ye Qingyan is confident, pick the stars and catch the moon, and change the layout of the stars, which is also easy to do.

"Bum!"

Sure enough, as Ye Qingyan expected, the full moon, under the guidance of self-destruction in the compressed ice flame sword field, turned from Ye Qingyan's attack route to the void, and finally cut through the sky in the shocked eyes of countless people and soared into the distance.

"What kind of martial art is this, making the full moon... turn around?"

"It's too evil!"

"Incredibly, it's really eye-opening today!"

"So, Ye Xiaoyao has survived ten moves in the hands of the Sword Emperor!"

"Mys... It's really a miracle that I've survived ten moves!"

"The name of the ice flame fairy Ye Xiaoyao, after today, will definitely be known to the mainland, and everyone knows it!"

......

Ye Qingyan fell to the ground with a green shirt. That kind of chic state did not seem to have just ended a life-and-death battle. The people watching the battle were extremely shocked.

"Kid, you're really good!"

Ye Qingyan's green clothes are floating, his temperament is free and easy, and Nangong's passing water is also not falling behind. His white clothes are beautiful, his temperament is outstanding, coupled with his handsome appearance and deep eyes, which are even more outstanding.

"One of my swords, it's really gratifying to have an excellent descendant like you!"

Nangong died and stood long. His snow-colored clothes are still spotless. How did he come? How is it now? He has not been stained with dust at all because he has experienced two battles. The sword emperor's deity is still peerless and ethereal.

"The predecessor of the Sword Emperor has been praised!" Ye Qingyan stood up and bowed to Nangong Shishui. Ye Qingyan is a proud person and deals with others. At most, there are not many people who can hold his fists and make him bow. But at this moment, he bows to the Sword Emperor. It can be seen that Ye Qingyan respects Nangong Shishui from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he only relies on the sword. Dao, the Sword Emperor is also qualified enough to be respected by Ye Qingyan.

"No, I'm telling the truth."

Nangong Shishui stared at Ye Qingyan's face wearing a thousand illusion mask, and there was a touch of surprise in his eyes. After a long time, he smiled and said, "You have an extraordinary talent for swords. No wonder Murong will treat you as a descendant, and even I are a little jealous!"

Ye Qingyan only smiled bitterly.

"Xiaoyao, are you all right?"

"Brother, are you all right?"

At this time, Ling Dongtian, Chenxi and others quickly came to Ye Qingyan's side to see if he had any hidden injuries.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyao is very good!" Ye Qingyan nodded to them, indicating that he was fine. In fact, Ye Qingyan was indeed fine, and some injuries were just trauma. Even Ye Qingyan felt that he was full of energy at this moment, as if he had a sense of breakthrough after this battle.

"That's good!" Everyone saw that Ye Qingyan was fine and relaxed.

"Kid, you're also lucky!" Nangong Shishui looked at the people surrounded by Ye Qingyan with great interest and smiled.

Ye Qingyan also smiled and someone cared about it. This feeling is really good.

"Kid, I gave you a title. Do you dare to take it?" Nangong's passing water eyes flashed, which was a little strange.

"What title?" Ye Qingyan frowned.

"Your name is Ye Xiaoyao now, right?" Nangong Shishui gently raised the corners of his mouth, with a little weirdness and ridiculsion, "Then the emperor will give you a title, King Xiaoyao, how about that?"

"Happy King!"

Ye Qingyan's heart was shocked, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. Xiaoyao Wang, this was his eldest brother Ye Qinghan's title when he was in the throne. How could this sword emperor give him this title? Did he guess his identity?

Chenxi and Su Muyue, standing beside Ye Qingyan, heard the sword emperor say so, Ye Qingyan's heart tightened and looked at each other, and his beautiful eyes flashed with worry.

"Why, you don't dare?"

Nangong Shishui's eyes were solemn, but Ye Qingyan saw a trace of ridiculing from it.

"Senior, can you be the one to block others?" Ye Qingyan forcibly calmed down and ignored whether Nangong Shishui knew his identity and said in a low voice.

"Of course, the existence on the emperor's list has three opportunities to be banned by others!" Nangong Shishui smiled and said, " Speaking of which, you are still the first title sent by the emperor!"

"Do you dare to take it?" Nangong Shishui's eyes suddenly became cold, "As a swordsman, how can you be so hesitant?"

Ye Qingyan was excited by the death of Nangong and instantly became excited. He took a step and said in a low voice, "From today on, I will be the king of Xiaoyao!"