Chapter 308 White Clothes and bare feet!

Beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow, and a sword stunned the world.

A sword to the country!

The fourth type of Qingcheng swordsmanship!

This sword almost surpasses Ye Qingyan's understanding of swordsmanship, and even he, as the creator, can't completely control it.

"Kka!"

A sword came out and instantly tore the void and pierced the nothingness. The sword spirit all over the sky gathered in the sword body, and the purple light bloomed. Although the sword spirit was restrained, there was a kind of low-key publicity.

The sword spirit is not strong, but the sword spirit is breathtaking!

This sword came out and seemed to cover the glory of the sun in a trance. In everyone's eyes, there was only this slowly falling sword!

A peerless sword!

A sword to the country!

"Evil gun!"

Yuwen Xietian's face completely changed, and the previous frivolous state was swept away. From the sword, he felt the breath of death, and it was extremely strong!

So he did not hesitate to use his strongest trick, the evil gun!

This is an extremely domineering and cruel shooting method, which devours his own spiritual power, replenishes the gun body, and improves its attack power. In fact, it is an evil gun formula that hurts others first. Unless it is at the critical moment of life and death, Yuwen Xietian rarely uses it. Today, he is also forced to a dead end by Ye Qingyan!

"Sneer!"

A sword passed, and the long gun flew out of his hand in an instant. Yuwen Xietian's face suddenly changed and was about to retreat, and a peerless sword light cut through.

This sword is like a divine pen. The antelope hangs its horns and is traceless. It can be called a peerless sword!

An indescribable sword.

"Bum!"

Yuwen fell from the roof with a bang and fell to the ground. There was a sword wound in his chest. The bones were deeply visible and the blood flowed.

"What's the name of this... sword?" Yuwen Xietian struggled to get up, stared up at Ye Qingyan, and lost his soul.

"Falling the country!" Ye Qingyan said lightly, his eyes were calm and waveless, and there was no joy in defeating the strong enemy.

"Falling in the country? What a sword to the country, I, Yuwen, was not unjustly defeated, hahaha..."

Yuwen lost his soul and repeated it several times, and then looked up to the sky and laughed and burst into tears, which was extremely desolate.

Ye Qingyan looked light, holding Zixiao, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the earth. There was still blood sliding down from the cold and smooth blade, dripping on the roof, dripping.

"You lost!"

Ye Qingyan glanced at Yuwen Xietian with his bleak eyes and sighed. At this moment, he did not have the joy of shame. I don't know why, when he saw the lost Yuwen Xietian, he actually had a very bad feeling in his heart. It seemed that... There will be some frightening changes in Yuwen Xietian.

"Forget it, don't think about these messy things. It's time to go!"

Ye Qingyan shook his head with a wry smile, and then ran his swordsmanship, stepped on the purple sword, and drifted away.

is extremely similar to Yuwen's posture of stepping on a long gun and leaving proudly!

History seems to repeat itself, but it just changes the protagonist.

"Ye Xiaoyao, I must let you pay the price!" Yuwen Xietian stared at Ye Qingyan's smaller and smaller figure, fiercely wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and said ferociously, "Hea heavy price!"

***

Looking horizontally, it looks like a peak on the side of the mountain, with different heights!

Ye Qingyan stood on the treetops, carrying his hands on his back, looking at the endless mountains, with a faint thought in his eyes.

Mountains, one by one!

Trees, one after another!

Chongshan, peaks are stacked, the majestic peaks are beautiful, and the green trees are all over the wild, adding a few bright colors to this slightly lonely mountain.

Ye Qingyan was thinking about the strange feeling just now. He glanced in front of him, frowned slightly, and seemed to feel something. He said lightly, "Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

The mountain wind blows, and the leaves are rustling. In addition, there is no sound.

"Oh, everyone in the world says that the Ye family is a strange man in the world. He is angry for his beauty, killing people and bleeding like a river. Today, when I see him, he is really handsome, and it's better to meet than to hear..."

After a long time, a light laughter suddenly came out of the void. Ye Qingyan's eyes narrowed and saw a gap in the void, and an infinitely beautiful shadow suddenly came out of it.

The woman is as beautiful as a dream. Three thousand green silk is like a waterfall and scattered behind her at will. She is dressed in a snow-white dress and crystal feet. She is as light and elegant as a legendary elf. Her eyes are full of wisdom staring at Ye Qingyan, and the corners of her delicate mouth are raised and smiling like flowers.

"White clothes and bare feet!" Staring at the elf-like woman in front of him, Ye Qingyan narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"Gig..." The barefoot woman did not agree or deny Ye Qingyan's words. Her wonderful eyes flowed and squeezed her lips and smiled softly: "That sword has condensed all your understanding of kendo. Presumably, if you want to defeat Yuwen Xietian again, it will not be so easy!"

"It's worthy of the legendary Wan'er, which lives up to its reputation!"

Ye Qingyan narrowed his eyes and stared at Wanhua'er. After a long time, he spoke slowly, but there was a bitter smile in his heart. Wanhua'er was right. This sword has exceeded his understanding of kendo and has not completely controlled it. If he is given another chance, he may not be able to successfully use this sword, so this sword The country successfully used it, and then defeated Yuwen Xietian, and luck accounted for a large part.

"I'm flattered. You'er is just a little girl. How can you be praised by King Xiaoyao so much!" Wanhuaer smiled gently and said.

"Are you really Wan'er?" Ye Qingyan's heart was slightly shocked. Just now, he was guessing and testing. Now when he hears her admitting, he can't help setting off a huge wave in his heart.

"Of course!"

Seeing Ye Qingyan's suspicious eyes, a trace of pride flashed in Wan Yuer's eyes and said lightly, "In this world, who dares to pretend to be my Wan Yu'er?"

The voice is clear and beautiful, like a spring and flowing water, but the conceit in the tone is difficult to hide.

Wanhuaer, a strange woman in the world, ranks fourth in the heavenly spectrum, second only to the saint of Qiyue!

This woman is even more talented, and her cultivation is far more than that of the young generation. She is known as the "double belle in the world" together with the saint of Qiyue!

Some people even say that the two of them are the snow queen and the Empress of that year, with peerless potential and a gorgeous face, which makes countless people crazy and endlessly obsessed.

Wanhuaer comes from the evil sect. She is the evil goddess and the three evil kings. She is one of them and is known as the goddess of the moon!

This is a peerless woman who can overlook the young generation. It is said that she has broken through the realm of the king. Even the conceited Ye Qingyan is also ashamed!

"Yuwen Xietian has good qualifications, but his cultivation is still reluctant. You can defeat him with three swords, which is quite good!"

Wanhua's beautiful eyes flowed with light and squeezed her lips and smiled, "You are naturally talented. Although the Yuwen evil body is born with evil body, his evil body is not small, which makes him unable to be comparable to the top person in the world, so it is inevitable for you to defeat him. Moreover, your sword is not only detached. Your control is even more than Yuwen's ability to withstand evil heaven!"

"Generally speaking, you are not bad!" The breeze brushed three thousand waterfall-like hair and raised it slightly. Wan Huer raised the corners of her mouth and said mischievously, "It is said that you are now the son of the Shadow God Religion? Or was it designated by Qiyue herself?

Ye Qingyan was slightly silent, but a playful look flashed in his eyes. Wan Yuer, who is as famous as herself and even has a better reputation than herself, has never been very convinced. This is not a secret on the mainland. Many people know that no matter where they meet, as long as the two meet, they will definitely compete for each other. Today If you find Ye Qingyan, I'm afraid you can't get rid of the holy daughter of Qiyue.

Ye Qingyan's eyes narrowed into a crack and said with a playful smile, "I can't designate it in person, but it has something to do with the saint Qiyue!"

"Hmm!" Wan Yuer snorted softly and said, "The dead woman Qiyue did it so fast. I haven't done it yet. She has done it!"

Wan Ho'er glanced at Ye Qingyan, where the old god was there, turned her eyes and said, "Ye Xiaoyao, what's good about the Shadow God Religion that day? A pile of rags, and there's nothing to please me. You'd better join the evil sect with me. How about you eat delicious food and spicy food?"

After saying that, she looked at Ye Qingyan with a happy face, full of expectation.

"Oh? Is there anything you like?" Ye Qingyan narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "What about the holy girl of Qiyue? It is said that you two are as famous and known as Shuangjiao. Don't you even like her?"

Which pot does Ye Qingyan not open?

Wan Yuer's pretty face changed slightly.