Chapter 250 Black Magic, Haoran Zhengqi!

"Bum bang!"

Ye Qingyan stepped on the sky and stood proudly. His index fingers of his hands shot repeatedly, the flower finger, the ice and fire finger, and even the meteor finger he had just understood last night.

"Woth!"

The finger force shot in the air, the starlight flashed, and the light of ice and fire wrapped around. Ye Qingyan's eyes were like electricity, his hair was flying, his action was sharp, and the void was bursting continuously.

"Black Devil's Hand!"

"Haoran Zhengqi Fist!"

Ye Qingyan's action was extremely powerful, and the proud and Xiaotian were also extraordinary people. Their bodies flashed empty and tried their best to avoid the sharp fingers shot by Ye Qingyan. At the same time, the proud palms were bombarded out one after another, and each palm was surrounded by magic, the magic light was fierce and domineering.

The sky roared up to the sky, and the void of his body was full of light, and the white light all over his body, and he shouted violently. His hands were clenched into fists. His fists were like electricity, and he was full of righteousness. He bombarded Ye Qingyan. His fists were like knives, cutting the void one after another.

"The palm of the cloud!"

"Tianshuang Fist!"

Ye Qingyan looked up to the sky and roared, and roared like thunder, and the sound shook the sky. When the clouds gathered and dispersed, they changed into invisible. Ye Qingyan's left hand rowed the palm of clouds, and the palm of the clouds, directly bombarded the proud Kun surrounded by magic light. In his right hand, the frost fist, the fist was cold to the bone, and each punch was blown out, as if the ice of thousands of ice floating, making the white light around his body roar God, his face changed greatly, and he slapped his hands repeatedly and tried his best to resist.

"Bum!"

Ye Qingyan turned into a wandering dragon and exerted freely to the extreme. His body was like electricity, as if he had broken through the barrier of the space. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the side of Ao Kun's body. Ye Qingyan's palm came out, and Ao Kun's face changed greatly. He looked up to the sky and roared, making him do his best to slap him.

"Bum!"

Ye Qingyan's palm came out, as fast as lightning, and Ao Kun didn't even have time to resist. Ao Kun was hit by one palm, his face changed greatly, and his figure was blown back by one palm. He looked up to the sky and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his body was also stained with blood.

"Very good, you actually hurt me. I underestimated you, Ye Xiaoyao!"

Ao Kun knelt on one knee, reached out to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, stared at Ye Qingyan, his eyes were gloomy, and the smile at the corners of his mouth were cold. "You are a respectable opponent. Next, I will do my best to fight with you!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" Ye Qingyan's eyes narrowed slightly, clenched his hands on his back, and sneered.

"Black Magic!"

The soles of his feet kicked the ground fiercely, and his burly body soared up to a height of hundreds of meters. His eyes were round, looked up at the void, and roared repeatedly. The vastness seemed to come from nothingness. For a moment, within a hundred meters, his magic spirit rolled, covering the sky and the sun. Arrogant in a black mask stood in a rolling demon. In the dark atmosphere, he was reflected as if he were a terrible demon coming out of ancient times.

He stepped out step by step and came slowly towards Ye Qingyan. Thousands of magic spirits accompanied him, with a dark light flashing in his eyes and a cold smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Let's take it, the black devil's stick!"

His hands shook in the void, and a shining purple stick suddenly appeared. It was held in the palm of his hand and smashed down fiercely at Ye Qingyan.

"Boom!"

Ao Kun, a shocking stick, was hit by lightning, which made the void click, and there were several cracks in the space!

The power of this black demon-sling stick is so powerful!

The attack power has reached the level that only the strong in the realm of the king can achieve!

"If you are strong, I will be stronger!"

staring at the cracks in the void, Ye Qingyan's eyes narrowed, during which the sword was vertical and sharp, stepping on the void, his right hand waved in the air, and the purple sword cut through the void, so that the sky had instantaneous sharp sword light to display!

"Break nine days with one sword!"

One sword breaks nine days, the fifth formula of breaking the virtual sword. The ultimate speed contains the ultimate power, which is a powerful sword move!

Ye Qingyan split out with a sword, and the sky was full of purple. Ye Qingyan was like a flat boat in the angry waves, swaying in the waves. He seemed to be weak, but there was an open-minded meaning that I was allowed to let the wind and rain.

"Bum!"

The purple sword light, with a long purple stick with a faint magic light, clashed with lightning, and the power collides invisibly. Ye Qingyan cut the proud chest with a sword, cut a shocking scar, and sprinkled blood on his clothes.

"Ah~"

Ye Qingyan is also uncomfortable. If he can hit his opponent with one sword, he still fights to withstand the opponent's stick. If Ye Qingyan hadn't relied on the golden light, he would have been seriously injured by this stick.

Even so, this stick shocked Ye Qingyan's body and showed a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth.

"This boy is really cruel. He strives to bear a proud stick and kill him with a sword!"

The man in black stared at several people and said slightly silently, "It's not bad. If this sword goes down, no matter what, Ao Kun will definitely not be able to exert his strength at its peak!"

"This son seems to practice a body refining skill, and his physical strength is far better than that of Ao Kun and others. If this stick goes down, if he changes others, he will definitely be seriously injured. He is just pale. It's not simple. It's really not simple!"

The man in white and the purple shadow protector were silent and condensed on the battlefield below.

"Is this move... both sides hurt?"

"The two defeats of the fart are both injured. Didn't you see that Ao Kun was much more seriously injured than Ye Xiaoyao?"

"This move is fierce enough, and Ao Kun will never play the peak combat effectiveness next!"

......

Ye Qingyan hit Ao Kun's sword in such a fierce way, and there were voices below, with mixed praise and criticism.

"This sword is beautiful!" Ye Han couldn't help clapping his hands and said happily.

"It's really beautiful!" Liu Xufei nodded slowly and said, "It seems that Brother Ye is going to end the battle as soon as possible!"

Ye Qingyan could have avoided this stick safely, but it was impossible to split the proudly with a sword. Now he has suffered from the other party's stick, but eliminated the opponent's great combat effectiveness. He really doesn't intend to wear off this battle and intends to fight quickly!

If you fight, you will have to fight with prestige. Ye Qingyan uses the Zixiao sword in his hand to let everyone know that he has absolute strength to sit in the position of the Holy Son, instead of relying on relationships!

"It seems that I have been underestimated you and can hurt Ao Kun with one sword. Your combat effectiveness has far exceeded your cultivation!"

Xiaotian stepped slowly, and his eyes were extremely solemn. He picked up Ao Kun and said in a low voice, "I also want to ask you for advice!"

Ye Qingyan's eyes flashed slightly, nodded slowly and said, "Yes!"

"No!" Xiaotian was excited and was about to take action when Ao Kun suddenly opened his mouth and said in a low voice.

"What's the reason?" Xiaotian frowned and said. The two of them have known each other for many years. They have known each other very well. They have always been arrogant, seemingly careless and informally, but in fact they are careful. Usually, he rarely refute Xiaotian so directly, but once he opens his mouth, he will definitely convince Xiaotian.

"I'm seriously injured, and I can't do my best next. You and I're the same strength. If you fight with him alone like me, I'm afraid the result will not be much better than me!" Ao Kun narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "At that time, you will definitely be injured. If we are defeated separately by him, even if we work together again, the possibility of winning is almost negligible. In this way, it will be too unfair for us to lose!"

"So, you can't take action alone anymore!" Ao Kun clenched his hands and his eyes were gloomy: "Only when you and I work together can we win!"

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and said bitterly, "Now, we can't deny his strength. Even if his cultivation is not as good as you and me, his combat effectiveness is absolutely above us. It's impossible not to admit this!"

"Okay, let's give it a try!" The cold light flashed in Xiaotian's eyes, and finally said in a low voice.

"How about it? How are you going to take action?" Ye Qingyan's eyes flashed slightly and said with a smile, "No matter how you take action, Xiaoyao will accompany you!"

"Hmm, I'm going to take action!" Ao Kun sneered and got up. He flashed with magic. At the same time, he shouted, "Take action!"

"Black magic skill, black demon hanging stick!"

Ao Kun fiercely wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, stamped the ground fiercely, his burly figure rose from the ground, and the dark purple stick hit it in the air.

The magic is like thunder, endless, majestic and vast. There is really a man in charge, and there is no one invincible posture.

"Haoran's righteousness formula, Haoran's sword formula!"

Xiaotian's long body stood, his white clothes fluttered, his elegant figure flashed in the void, and the vastness of righteousness continued to emerge from nothingness. Suddenly, a white-lighted divine sword appeared in Xiaotian's hand. A sword was in his hand, and his momentum changed sharply and fierce.

His face changed, his figure jumped high, and he cut it off with a sword!

The sword is like frost!