First Crown Prince

Chapter 451 One defeat again and again!

Ye Qingyan was arbitrary, talented and peerless. He stood proudly in the void, and his long sword was cut down. The sword in the sky swept away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind and swept to Ye frivolity.

Ye Qingkuo is also a master of swordsmanship. He has been painstakingly and alone in kendo. For ten years, he has been very talented. In addition, he is willing to work hard and not be afraid of hardships. Although his swordsmanship is not amazing, he has vaguely become a master.

"Four Seasons Rain Sword!"

Ye Qing shouted wildly, his eyes were round, and his black hair roots were upside down, surrounded by a trembling sword spirit. The void roared and moved, and the arbitrary sword spirit and sword spirit. In an absolutely proud posture, lightning cut through the void and attacked Ye Qingyan.

The four-season rain sword is made by Ye frivolous fusion of spring water sword, summer rain sword, autumn water sword, winter snow sword, and fused the four extremely horrible swordsmanship into one furnace. The power can be imagined.

Xiaoxiao rain rested, the sky was turbulent, and the soft water sword appeared to fall from the top of the nine heavens, turning into dozens of feet of huge blue dragons, with teeth and claws.

The power is horrible!

"For so long, you have only made a little progress, and it's not worth it!"

In the face of the sword spirit smashed in the air, Ye Qingyan ignored it. He sneered and said, "I take back what I just said, and I will defeat you with three swords at most!"

Ye Qingyan walked with his sword, and his green shirt flew. He took a sword flower in his right hand, and the sea sword was used out in an instant.

The sword is surging, if the river and sea are surging, overturning the river and the sea, with incomparable power, pouring down in the air.

The vicissitudes of the sea show the hero's true colors!

The long sword was waved, and the sword was like a river. In a trance, Ye Qingyan walked on a river rolling from the east, and his feet were spotless, floating like a fairy figure.

"Bum!"

Ye Qing was shot away by a sword. He retreated in the air. After landing, he couldn't help taking dozens of steps back to stop. His chest turned upside down. He forcibly resisted the blood that was about to spewed out, and an abnormal blush flashed his face.

He was injured, but the result was perfectly covered up by him!

Even if he knows that he can't defeat Ye Qingyan, this result can't let others know that he and Ye Qingyan can't fail in the battle!

He must not be defeated by Ye Qingyan again in public or even under the attention of the public!

This is about glory and faith!

So, he had to fight, and it was--

Blood battle!

A trace of coldness and firmness flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised the sword in his hand again.

firm and persistent!

The tip of the sword shining with sharp light pointed directly at Ye Qingyan!

"Just now, Ye Qing was slightly under the wind. Ye Qingyan's sword was really horrible and frightening!"

"The Ye family is full of perverts. Fortunately, these two people are enemies. They should fight each other. It's better to lose both sides and die together, Jie Jie!"

"The Ye family is originally the strongest family in the mainland. Now they are infighting, and other forces are afraid they can't wait. It is secondary to watch the bustle. It is fundamental to invisibly weaken the rule and strength of the Tianshui royal family!"

......

Ye Qingyan fought fiercely. The eyes of the people watching the battle below were like fire, whispering, whispering each other and discussing enthusiastically.

Under the stone pavilion, the fragrance of tea is curling.

"Ye Qing lost a move!" Bai Qingyu's eyes were bright and suddenly said.

"Not bad!"

Jin Ziyang said, "He seemed to be seriously injured, but he forced himself to endure it, but in this way, it will only aggravate the injury, and his battle will be more difficult next!"

The so-called blockage is not as good as sparse. It is natural to spit blood when he is injured, but Ye Qingkai forcibly resisted the blood in order to keep his poor face, which will naturally aggravate the injury.

"Brother Qingyan is really getting more and more horrible!"

Li Tianyang sighed, "Even if I can follow the sword just now, the result will not be much better than Ye's frivolity!"

Chen Yun and Jin Ziyang also nodded and felt the same way. Ye Qingyan's rapid progress made them sigh at themselves.

"Ye Qingyan, I look forward to fighting with you!"

Under the other side of the stone pavilion, Jin Xiang narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, and the white jade wine glass in his hand was instantly crushed.

"Next, I will let you taste the taste of failure and sweep your face. How painful it is!"

Ye Qingyan raised the corners of his mouth and outlined a chilling smile, "It's the first time in Tianyang Imperial City, and this is the second time. When I trample all your glory under my feet, it's time for you to die!"

Ye Qingyan's tone was quiet and his eyes were calm, but the deep hatred implied in his words made everyone present change color.

Ye Qing's face suddenly changed, and then he took a deep breath and regained calm. He ignored Ye Qingyan's provocation and shouted in a low voice, "The big void splitting method!"

Ye frivolously carries the body of space and has an unreachable talent for the use of space power. He entered the divine * sky twice and obtained the ancient space inheritance, and gained a lot.

This big void splitting method is one of the most important gains!

This swordsmanship has been practiced to the top, waving hundreds of millions of miles of stars and cutting the sky and the earth.

Dominating the Jedi!

Now as soon as he exerted it, a terrible divine light penetrated the void in an instant, panicked sword, and hit the nine heavens with the momentum of splitting the sky and cut through the universe!

One sword turns the world, and one sword breaks the galaxy!

A trace of ridicense flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes. He walked on the void, and his silver hair rose along the strong wind. He waved his purple sword in the air and shouted violently, "Qingguo Sword!"

Beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow, conquering the country and the whole world!

Ye Qingyan's self-created swordsmanship, the fourth type of Qingcheng swordsmanship, Qingguo sword!

With a sword, the sword spirit rushed to the sky, and the void roared, stirring up the wind and clouds all over the sky, and even disturbing the sun, moon and stars. This sword is like a peerless beauty jade feet gently in the void, with a ethereal posture and dancing peerless beauty!

The country is beautiful!

"Boom!"

Ye's frivolence suddenly changed color, and the big void splitting method is indeed very strong, but in the face of a sword like a broken bamboo, it is still unable to stop it. Seeing the fierce tiger sword condensed by the big void splitting method, Ye Qingyan gritted his teeth and shouted violently: "The sinking of nothingness!"

The sinking of nothingness, eternal exile!

The secret skill of void can shake nine days!

The sinking of nothingness, this move has left a brilliant chapter in the history of cultivation, making countless peerless heroes drink hatred. At the beginning, Ye Qingyan, the imperial city of Tianyang, was almost defeated by this move!

"The real strong man will never fall twice in the same place. Ye frivolity, you look down on me too much!"

With the sinking of nothingness, Ye Qingyan responded with a sneer. He was not in a hurry, shook his feet, stepped on a strange pace, and slowly approached Ye Qinghuang with an extremely strange posture.

Ye frivolousness completely changes color, and the sinking of nothingness can't help it!

"Cut the sky!"

Ye Qingyan glanced at him with a sneer, slowly waved a sword, and said lightly, "Cut the sky!"

Cut the sky with one sword!

The anti-sky sword skill from the Sword Emperor!

Zixiao sword chop, a crescent-shaped sword spirit with peerless sword spirit tore open a heavenly river, the sky was a white light, dazzling, and the moment of nihilistic sinking was smashed by a sword and disappeared without a trace.

"Puff!"

Without the barrier of nihilistic sinking, Ye was hit by a sword and fell to the ground with a bang.

His mouth was full of blood, his face was as pale as paper, his body trembled violently, and he fell to the ground.

"Tick!"

Ye Qingyan held the purple sword, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground. Blood dripped from the snow-like blade, ticking.

"You lost!"

Ye Qingyan walked to Ye Qingku, stopped, his eyes disdainful and condescending.

Ye Qing's face was as gray, his eyes were dim, and his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

Ye Qingyan stood proudly, and Ye Qing stood on the ground crazily. One stood tall and the other lay on the ground like a dead dog and could not get up.

Absolute contrast!

There is silence.

Ye Qing was defeated, and the defeat was completely, and there was no suspense.

One defeat again and again!

When people thought of this word, they looked strange.

Since his debut, Ye Qingkai has always swept around the world with the attitude of reigning in the world, almost maintaining an undefeat, but today, he has lost, and it is the second defeat in the face of the same person.

This is almost a devastating blow to Ye's frivolence, which makes him angry to death!

The world is vast. In this world, he can lose to anyone, but he can't lose to Ye Qingyan alone. Since the moment Ye Jiuxiao usurped the throne, they have been enemies and endless enemies.

But today, he lost, and it was his second failure!

"One defeat again and again!"

Ye Qingyan said with a playful smile, "Do you think I will let you live again today?"

Ye Qing trembled all over, his lips trembled and couldn't speak, and there was endless humiliation in his eyes.

"Ye Qingyan, you bully people too much!"

At this moment, a loud shout with endless anger suddenly came out. Before everyone could react, two tall and burly figures suddenly appeared on the side of Ye Qingqi, staring at Ye Qingyan, and his eyes were about to breathe fire.

"I'm waiting for you!"

staring at the two, a bloodthirsty cold flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes and muttered to himself.