"Open Heaven Slash!"
Ye Qinghan slashed hard at the sky.
The long blade at the front of the Qinglong Dagger instantly separated from the edge and swelled up against the wind, turning into a semicircular sword energy and hitting the crocodile monster in front of it.
"Bang!"
A crocodile monster in front was directly hit by the oncoming sword energy.
The powerful energy impact caused it to roll directly in the air, flew upside down for more than ten meters, and finally landed in the yellow sand and rolled again.
"Forehead…" Ye Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly pounced from behind, and its sharp claws were about to grab the back of the head.
"Buzz..."
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not avoid it.
Instead, his body glowed with a brown light.
A bubble-like light shield suddenly formed, completely covering his body.
This mask is about one meter in diameter, brown in color, with faint purple airflow surrounding it.
"Puch!"
The crocodile monster behind it grabbed the brown light shield with its two sharp claws.
Unexpectedly, the light shield was like a smooth ball, slowly attacking the two sharp claws and sliding aside.
"Bang!"
The powerful claws of the crocodile monster struck the yellow sand, scratching the ground and leaving two deep grooves.
"Whoosh, whoosh" The crocodile monster turned up again and continued to attack the light shield.
It's just that this light shield is very weird, it can actually distort attacks.
Every time the crocodile monster attacks, it is pulled away by this light shield.
Either attack in the air or attack on the ground.
Every time he seems to be attacking Ye Qinghan who is inside the light barrier, he slowly slides away.
"boil!"
The crocodile monster is like a machine, a tireless and constant attacker.
Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, stood within the light shield, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.
Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring or resting his mind.
He was controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attacks.
After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago.
He had just learned it and was not proficient in controlling it, so he only released the aura for about one meter.
And every time a monster attacks, he only has one monster left.
Instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack.
He constantly controls the aura and is familiar with how to control the aura to distort the monster's attacks and protect himself.
Half an hour later, a cold sweat began to break out on Ye Qinghan's forehead.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, waved his left hand, and after a flash of sword light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked away.
It rolled several times on the yellow sand, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
"call…" Ye Qinghan was also so helpless that he fell to the ground.
Such continuous control of the aura to distort the attack was very draining on his mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
A shadow emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan.
He twisted his little arms and legs, stretched out in a very humane way, and said through the voice: "Not bad, boss."
, you last ten minutes longer today!
Keep up the good work. " "Hey... a monster just attacked, and it only lasted for more than half an hour.
If it were a group of monsters, I don't know if I could survive a minute!"
Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry, boss.
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You have only learned to release your aura for a few days.
Get used to it slowly.
I estimate that if you can face the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe area at the entrance of the passage. !”
Xiao Hei blinked his little eyes and rubbed the little horn on his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh.
He suddenly remembered something and said through the voice: "Boss, are your Seven Night Emperor's Styles useful?
Let me see.
After practicing for so long, I feel like I have become more proficient and can use the sword more freely, but the power has not become stronger at all?
" Forehead?
The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again.
For more than half a month, he fought several monsters every day.
Although I practiced the Seventh Night Emperor Style very smoothly, I felt that it was just like this no matter how much I practiced it, and it could not increase the attack power.
But he thought of the rumors about the Ye family, and still said with some expectancy: "There is a rumor in the Night Emperor's Seven Styles family that if the seven styles can be fused into one style, the power will be increased tenfold.
However, these seven styles feel completely unrelated, how can they be fused?"
"Fusion?
Can this martial skill be fused?
Well...even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult, right?
No one in the Ye family has been able to fuse successfully, right?"
Xiao Hei shook slightly.
It opened its little head and said in confusion.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I also know that it is impossible.
There are many powerful people in the Ye family in the past, and no one can successfully fuse.
Even the ancestor of Ye Ruoshui has never heard of the fusion being successful.
Alas...but, I don't What should I practice?
I don’t know anything?”
Ye Qinghan began to repeat a boring and monotonous life.
In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in controlling the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Ye Emperor.
He hoped to understand the seven moves in one rumored by the Ye family and combine them.
With his attack power increased tenfold, he can easily sweep through a swarm of crocodile monsters and easily break through the siege... … Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, living a monotonous life.
There was no time in the mountain, and he didn't know what season or day it was.
However, the Yanlong Continent is very lively.
Time flies.
After Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, a year has passed and the Yanlong Festival is about to come.
This Yanlong Festival is different from the old age.
This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong Calendar.
It has been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Yanlong Continent.
The three prefectures began to celebrate happily.
Although the three prefectures had different cultural levels, the Flame Dragon Festival was a festival that all three tribes believed in together.
Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is certainly no exception.
There were lanterns and colorful decorations, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
But the area behind Yejia was as quiet as ever, and the atmosphere was even a bit serious and depressing.
Ye Tian Long, Ye White Tiger, Ye Qing Niu are not in the mood to practice , but gathered together, the three of them stood helplessly by the lake, looking at the entrance to the back mountain, feeling sad and at a loss.
The entrance to the back mountain is a row of long stairs.
Standing at the intersection, you can overlook the entire Yejiabao, half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous south gate of Cangcheng.
On the stairs, two graceful women were standing.
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One woman was wearing white clothes and white hair.
She was standing on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression.
She was looking far away, in the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng, quietly.
Silent.
This person was Ye Qingyu, while Ye Qingwu stood beside her somewhat sadly, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Go back, Qingyu.
It's getting dark soon.
I guess your brother may not be able to come back.
Besides, even if your brother comes back, the family will report it as soon as they receive the news.
You can't just stand there stupidly like this."
It’s useless?”
After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and persuaded Ye Qingyu.
This little girl, apart from practicing these days, has been standing here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng stupidly.
It seems that she thinks that her brother will come back when the Flame Dragon Festival is coming, but little does she know...
Ye Qingyu didn't reply or turn around.
She just shook her head slightly and still stared blankly ahead, with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, full of a touch of sadness and melancholy.
The wind has risen, and the cold winter wind has blown Ye Qingyu's white dress to a rustling sound, making the silver threads on her hair flutter, and also blowing the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...