Chapter 457 Soul Destroyer, Liu Wuxiang!

The four people fought in a bloody battle, blood spilled in the blue sky, roaring mountains and rivers, and the wind and clouds moved all over the sky.

Magic knife and magic emperor Shitian, this is a man with magic.

His purple eyes and purple hair are majestic and majestic. He looks up to the sky and roars, and his eyes shoots a cold color like a demon. Every time he swings his knife, he is decisive and neat, without hesitation, and extremely fierce.

He is fighting with his life!

Jin Yuxiang is arrogant and conceited. He does not look at the people of the world, and even despises Emperor Shitian. In his opinion, as long as the young generation defeats Ye Qingyan, the swordsmen of the young generation in the world will respect him and submit to him!

But today, he found that he was wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong!

The power of Emperor Shitian was beyond his imagination. He even took out all his strength to fight, but the other party was more than crazy. Even if the blood glued the purple hair together, his fierce fighting spirit still did not diminish at all.

The battle is endless, and life is endless!

The descendant of the proud sword emperor, the proud young master Aotian, is cold and arrogant, and there is always arrogance between his eyebrows. The proud knife suddenly swings, and the knife is like a mountain, majestic and heavy. The moon-white knife light tore the sky, cuts through the void, and attacks the opponent with an absolutely sharp posture.

The sword's black hair is scattered, and his eyes are as bright as a sword. Once he takes action, his sword will inevitably boil. Even if there is blood on the corner of his mouth at this moment, his action is still fierce!

Ten thousand swords soar in the air and kill the opponent!

At this moment, most of the people who fought in the martial arts arena have stood up. Except for these four people, they are still fighting with blood and fighting with their lives!

Originally, this was just an abnormal swordsman summit, which focuses on exchanging kendo experience and experience, but many swordsmen came uninvited, which changed the essence of this peak sword and deviated from the original track.

"A strong enemy..."

Jin Ziyang's eyes were bright and bursting with strange light. Aotian and Emperor Shitian appeared together. Now both fought against Jian Wuchen and Jin Yuxiang, and they did not fall behind, which shocked him quite.

The top knife of the young generation is just like this.

"Who do you think is stronger?" Li Tianyang stared at the four people in the fierce battle and suddenly said after a long time.

Several people were silent. Bai Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say!"

"Jian Wuchen, as the host, has endless means, which is difficult to specul. In recent years, Aotian has become famous and fought in all directions, with few defeats. He is a rather terrible enemy. Emperor Shitian is the supreme hero of a generation. If there is no accident, he will definitely be a person who will carry the tripod in the future. Jin Xiang's swordsmanship is like a god, proud and conceited, overlooking all handsome heroes, and naturally has enough cards!"

Ye Qingyan narrowed his dark eyes and said in a low voice, "These four people are not simple. It's too early to judge who will win or lose!"

He once fought with Emperor Shitian and understood the horror of Emperor Shitian. Aotian also had some contact. His strength was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the Flame City. The other two did not have much contact and did not praise him.

Chen Yun and others' eyes flashed, which was quite eager to try.

"Woth!"

When everyone was paying attention to the fierce battle between the four people, several figures broke the void and instantly appeared outside the martial arts arena.

Ye Qingyan seemed to be sensitive and turned to the direction of several people. Seeing two of them, he was stunned, and then his eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed.

The other party seemed to notice Ye Qingyan's gaze, turned his head, smiled at Ye Qingyan, and walked slowly.

The first man was dressed in purple, slender and strong, handsome, and his thick black hair casually scattered behind his back. His eyes were shining like pearls, dazzling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a playful smile.

"Ye Qingyan?"

The man in purple walked to the stone pavilion where Ye Qingyan was, didn't care about everyone's strange eyes at all. He sat down, even poured a cup of tea for himself, looked up and drank it, and then said.

Ye Qingyan nodded with a flat look.

"Do you know why I came here?" The man in purple smiled, with a clean and pure smile, which made people couldn't help but have a good impression on him.

Ye Qingyan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"

"A sword!" In everyone's surprised eyes, the man in purple smiled and said, "Water soft sword!"

"Oh?"

Ye Qingyan glanced at a gloomy guy behind the man in purple, and a touch of curvature appeared on the corners of his mouth, "Are you the real master of Shuirou Sword?"

In those years, Ye Qingyan and Yang broke the appointment of 30 moves and ended the battle. Shuiroujian was his trophy. When Yang Tian left, he said that one day, someone would ask him for Shuiroujian, and his words showed great confidence in the real owner of Shuiroujian.

The gloomy-faced guy standing behind the man in purple is naturally Yang Poxiao, who had a fight with Ye Qingyan.

is also his rival, although this rival can almost be ignored.

"Introduce yourself, Soul Destroyer, Liu Wuxiang!"

The man in purple smiled brightly, showing his white teeth, and his eyes were shining and dazzling.

"Liu Wuxiang?"

Several people exclaimed and stared at the smiling man, and their eyes became extremely solemn.

Liu Wuxiang is the supreme hero of Guidao, a generation of outstanding people. In the whole generation of ghost Taoism, he is almost the only one!

The third person on the crown list, and he has been on the list for the seventh time, and among these seven times, he has never fallen out of the top five!

Liu Wuxiang, also known as Wuxiang swordsman, is excellent in swordsmanship. It is rare to meet enemies in the young generation of ghosts. His swordsmanship is invisible, floating light and shadow, killing invisibly, making the opponent defenseless.

"Liu Wuxiang, the swordsman without phase!"

Ye Qingyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the man carefully. After a long time, he said, "Are you looking for the water soft sword, or..."

He glanced at Yang Poxiao, who was so gloomy that he could drip water, and said with a smile, "Or come to trouble for me for Yang Poxiao?"

Bai Qingyu and several people were stunned. They didn't know what Ye Qingyan meant. Is there anything wrong with Yang Poxiao?

Several people's eyes swept around Yang Poxiao and Liu Wuxiang, which was quite a bit of exploration.

Ziyan's beautiful eyes fruded, and her eyes were doubtful. Ziyue's eyes flashed, as if she remembered something. Suddenly, there was a trace of resentment in her eyes staring at Ye Qingyan.

"What's the difference between the two?"

Liu Wuxiang smiled and said, "If I get the water soft sword from you, will you be willing to return it to me?" No matter what, you have to do a few tricks!"

Ye Qingyan smiled softly. If he easily let his opponent take back the water soft sword, did he seem to be too weak to bully?

So, gestures are inevitable!

"What I said back then is still valid!"

Ye Qingyan glanced at Yang Poxiao and said lightly, "Now, do you still have the courage to do it against me?"

In those years, Ye Qingyan's level was too low. He fought with Yang Poxiao and tried his best to barely survive 30 moves without defeat. At that time, he once said that it would not be the last time they fought. Now that Yang Poxiao, he naturally wants to know if he still has the courage to take action on himself today.

"You--"

Yang Poxiao was extremely angry and his face was blue and red, but his eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of decadent. He has always collected news about Ye Qingyan, and he is no stranger to his fierce record. Although he has also entered the realm of the king now, he is really too bad compared with Ye Qingyan, who could kill the peak king six months ago. Many.

"Don't you dare?" Ye Qingyan's exquisite lips evoked a perfect arc, and his eyes mocked.

"Ye Qingyan, you bully people too much!" Yang Poxiao's eyes were red, and the blue veins on his forehead burst. He roared, "You'd better restrain yourself. I, Yang Poxiao, am not easy to bully!"

He knew that he was not Ye Qingyan's opponent, and he was jealous and hated it. Now Ye Qingyan squeezed himself with words, and his heart was instantly furious. He couldn't wait to split Ye Qingyan into 18 sections with a sword to vent his great hatred.

Ye Qingyan glanced at him disdainly. He did not pay attention to this person. His heart determines his height and strength determines his status. Yang Poxiao is not qualified to be his opponent. What he can pay attention to is the man who has been sitting on the opposite side with a warm smile, a swordsman Liu Wuxiang.

For Ye Qingyan, who had just made his debut, Yang Poxiao is indeed a bumpy fetter, blocking a mountain in front of him. Although it is not tall and majestic, it must be passed. However, for him today, Yang Poxiao is just a small mound, not even a mound. He can lift his legs to walk through it.

Now Ye Qingyan is enough to make many people look up to him, including Yang Poxiao, who was once looked up to by Ye Qingyan.

"Converge?" Ye Qingyan pinched the glass and smiled, "Is it necessary for me to restrain myself in the face of you?"

Because Murong Qingcheng, the two are destined to be enemies, and there is no need to be polite to the enemy.

"You--"

Yang Poxiao was extremely angry, his eyes were fierce, like a beast, and he wanted to choose someone to eat.

Ye Qingyan directly ignored the angry Yang Poxiao and turned to the beautiful woman beside him. His eyes were full of appreciation. After a long time, he smiled and said, "Miss Yang, long time no see!"

As soon as Ye Qingyan exited, everyone's eyes instantly focused on the woman beside Yang Poxiao. In fact, as soon as several people appeared, the charming woman attracted the attention of many people.

This woman is dressed in a snow-white skirt, and the corners of her skirt are dotted with fine crystal diamonds, which are extremely dazzling. Her figure is slender and graceful, graceful, and her face is beautiful. Even compared with Ziyan, she is not much inferior.

No matter where they are, beautiful women are the easiest to attract the attention of the world.

Yang Poxiao's sister, Yang Mengyun, has an outstanding temperament and appearance, which makes everyone present palpitm.

The eyes are hot!

"Today, I know that you are the real king of freedom!" Yang Mengyun's dreamy clear eyes stared at Ye Qingyan, his red lips opened gently, and his voice was beautiful, as if it were heavenly.

"Oh, you really don't know my true identity at this moment?"

Ye Qingyan narrowed his dark eyes and his eyes were quite playful. "Miss Yang, celebrities don't talk secretly. Five years ago, because of Ye's mistake, you guessed my real identity. Do you think I don't know this?"

Yang Mengyun's eyes changed slightly. After a long time, he sighed, "Ye Qingyan, the son of Qingcheng, is worthy of his name!"

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