But in the next moment, the dim sword light instead erupted with an even more terrifying momentum, from weakness to strength, not only tearing apart the body of the snow-white mad lion, but also piercing the lion's head with a beam of sword light.
"How so?"
Luo Ying retreated, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and his face gradually distorted slightly, "I don't believe it, Wen Qingye, you take me again" Luo Ying's footsteps were linked, and the sword tiger in his hand was full of power and went straight to Wen Qingye's face.
When Luo Ying's knife slashed down, the surrounding air condensed in an instant, and the aftermath of the knife qi spread like a wave to the surroundings.
Wen Qingye felt the power of the sword, and the sword in his hand was held hard, and he also lifted the sword with both hands, and directly met it.
"Four Elephant Sword Duel Second Style!
Burning the sky!
” The furious vitality continued to devour, and the raging flames spread above the warm sword light, and the endless sharp flames burned in the air.
"Bang!"
Blood spilled from between Wen Qingye's teeth, and two holes appeared in the floor under his feet, and the surrounding rubble exploded, sending dust and sand.
Luo Ying's body was also shocked, and he took a few steps back.
"Hahaha, happy!
Rejoice!
Guan Xuan spurted a mouthful of blood and laughed.
Wen Ren looked at Guan Xuan indifferently, "You can't take away the treasure alone, it's just like this."
Guan Xuan's hair was scattered, his whole body was already stained with blood, and his eyes looked at Wen Renxiao and Lin Zijun sneered: "Strange treasure?
Do you deserve it too?
” Lin Zijun was not angry because of Guan Xuan's words, but said indifferently: "Hand over the treasure, we will leave immediately" "If you want a strange treasure, you can take it from my corpse" Guan Xuan waved his arm, wiped the blood stains on his mouth, looked at the people in all directions, and said loudly.
Everyone looked at Guan Xuan, and they were all complicated in their hearts, and they had mixed tastes in their hearts.
Wen Ren looked at the arrogant Guan Xuan with a smile, and finally sighed, "Guan Xuan, are you still obsessed?"
” Guan Xuan clenched his fists, "If you want a strange treasure, come together, I Guan Xuan won't frown."
Wen Qingye frowned and looked at Luo Ying, although it was good to get rid of him, otherwise it would be too late to change, thinking of this, a touching divine light appeared in Wen Qingye's eyes, a momentum that would be born after death.
"Luo Ying, now, it's time for me to make a move!"
The corners of Wen Qingye's clothes flew in the wind, and the sword in his hand made a trembling sound.
"Wen Qingye, he?"
"Sister, what now?"
Yan Xiangyang looked at Yan Chuxue and asked anxiously.
Yan Chuxue bit her lip, "Wait, wait a while" The sword in Yan Chuxue's hand was held very tightly, very tightly.
Everyone looked at Wen Qingye with a puzzled look in their eyes.
Luo Ying's eyes were cold, without the slightest hint of emotion, "Wen Qingye, you will die today!"
You've hooked my wrath."
Wen Qingye smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his body turned into a wind and ran towards Luo Ying.
"The breeze is chasing the moon!"
The sword in Wen Qingye's hand was like a cold glow under the cold moonlit night, stabbing towards Luo Ying's vital point.
"Speed up with me?"
Luo Ying showed a touch of disdain.
"Really?"
Wen Qingye's clear eyes appeared brilliantly.
"Wow!"
A clear light appeared in Wen Qingye's left hand, stabbing out violently, and between the lightning and fire, everyone did not react for a while.
Luo Ying was shocked, and the knife in his hand hurriedly wanted to block it, but it was too late, and the warm sword was also surprisingly fast.
"Sting!"
Luo Ying avoided the vital point, but there was still a blood mark on his waist.
Luo Ying retreated, "Left-handed sword?
” Before Luo Ying could breathe a sigh, Wen Qingye rushed over again, and a sword in his hand slashed at his throat like a match.
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"The Fourth Elephant Sword Duel Third Style!
The wind doesn't stay!
” The sword in Wen Qingye's palm rose and fell, mercilessly, as fast as the wind, and the cyan sword seemed to tear the air apart.
Luo Ying watched Wen Qingye's sword qi surge, and hurriedly paused, a fierce light in his eyes, and the dazzling silver light of the knife in his hand appeared.
"It's snowing in the north!"
Suddenly, there were more snowflakes in the air, crystal clear, and there was a touch of sadness in the cold.
Luo Ying's knife, wrapped in the general trend, rolled in!
Wen Qingye's eyes lit up suddenly, with three points of determination, three points of fierceness, three points of killing intent, and a point of invincible momentum in the world!
I saw Wen Qingye's footsteps turning, the sword swallowed the sword, Wen Qingye had already come to Luo Ying's body, and the sword in his hand swung directly and violently, that angle made it difficult for Luo Ying to avoid, and he didn't care about Luo Ying's sword qi at all.
Lives burn together, and it's a fight to the death.
Luo Ying's eyes were surprised and puzzled, as if for a moment, Luo Ying seemed to understand, his eyes showed a look of horror, and his steps wanted to retreat, but Wen Qingye's speed was too fast, as if he had been saving for a long time, just for this moment.
"Woohoo!"
"Boom!"
The blood flowers were dazzling, bewitching and beautiful, and everyone was stunned when they looked at the scene in front of them.
I saw a huge scar on Wen Qingye's left arm and chest, deep visible bones, blurred flesh and blood, Wen Qingye's face was pale, and his body was shaky, as if he might fall down at any time.
And Luo Ying stood not far away and looked at Wen Qingye, with an unbelievable and frightened look in his eyes, but there was no divine light, and blood was constantly bubbling out of Luo Ying's neck.
"Luo Ying is dead?"
Everyone looked at Luo Ying in astonishment, and their hearts were shocked.
At this moment, even Wen Renxiao and Lin Zijun stopped killing Guan Xuan, and looked at Wen Qingye with shock in their eyes.
Not only them, but the people of the sixteen countries couldn't help but look at Wen Qingye, and for a while, a vast and boundless area stopped sounding, only Wen Qingye's panting.
"I have the courage to die and live, you don't" Wen Qingye looked at Luo Ying's corpse and chuckled.
"Luo Ying was killed by Wen Qingye?"
Ling Yao's mouth opened wide and said incredulously.
The top genius of the Sixteen Kingdoms was killed by Wen Qingye with a sword, how could Ling Yao not be moved?
How not to be shocked?
Liu Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't hear any expression, "It's just a pity, Wen Qingye is going to die in the secret land of Qianchuan."
"That sounds like too much, doesn't you?"
Ling Wei's originally restless mood, hearing Liu Ying's words, her eyes suddenly shot a cold light, and she looked at Liu Ying.
Liu Ying is a cultivator of the Nine Heavens of Refining God, and his status in the entire Heavenly Martial Kingdom is transcendent, even the emperor will not scold him more, at this moment, Ling Wei's words suddenly aroused Liu Ying's anger.
Liu Ying lowered her voice and asked coldly, "Princess, what do you mean by this?"
” "I want to kill you!"
Ling Wei looked at Liu Ying, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.
"You!"
Liu Ying looked at Ling Wei and clenched her fists.
Ling Yao collected his mind at this time, and said in a low voice, "Okay, don't make any noise."
Liu Ying was taken by Ling Yao's might and stopped talking, but Liu Ying's eyes were looking at Ling Wei deadly, and he couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart.
And Wen Xu, who was in the crowd, was in a trance at the moment, and his palms were a little trembling, this person was really Wen Qingye, he was so demonic, he killed the Tianjiao of the Sixteen Kingdoms, and Luo Ying of the Eight Heavens of Refining God?
Was he really that Wen Qingye?