Chapter 529: Encounter The appearance of Joan of Arc did not make Ye Qingshan feel stunned, maybe the paths of the two sides are different, but the two sides have the same end.
Sauron and the Pope crossed Kunlun and entered the Eastern World with the same purpose as Ye Qingshan.
Although they failed, and although they were trapped in the central area of the Kunlun Mountains, it is undeniable that everyone followed the same path, so it was not surprising to meet Joan of Arc here.
A brilliant holy light descended from the sky, and the rich aura of light carried terrifying destructive power, instantly enveloping this sword sheep with the strength of an eighth-level demon.
Feeling the threat from the sky, Dao Yang transferred this hostility against Ye Qingshan to Joan of Arc, who was dressed in heavy armor and holding a heavy sword.
The silver-gray sheep's hooves knocked on the earth, and a sonorous and powerful sound of gold and iron made this ancient forest have a touch of edge at this moment, and the jet-black sheep's horns as sharp as scimitars rose with a peerless edge at this moment.
The next moment, the sword sheep jumped hard, its strong body rose into the sky, and the sharp horns of the sheep were like two heavenly knives, and a peerless edge flashed away, instantly tearing this holy light from the sky.
And at this time, Joan of Arc, who was dressed in silver heavy armor, also rushed over, holding a giant heavy sword that did not match the opponent's size on the opponent's emaciated hands, and a rich aura of light rose in the opponent's thick heavy armor.
Looking at Ye Qingshan coldly, Joan of Arc stared indifferently at the sword sheep in front of him: "Hurry up, this is not something that your strength can touch!"
” "Jingle Bell!"
Like the sound of a hammer forging a sharp blade, the silver-gray iron hooves of the knife sheep hit the rock, and the sharp black eyes looked at the Joan of Arc in front of him, and there was no fear in his eyes, but with a touch of domineering that was invincible in the world.
Knife, Overlord!
Any master with a knife has the heart of a hegemon!
Joan of Arc's strength is the pinnacle of the eighth-level demon, stronger than the sword sheep, but so what?
In the face of Joan of Arc, which is stronger than himself, Dao Yang's first reaction was not to be afraid, not to retreat, but to look at the other party provocatively, with a determination to win in his indifferent eyes.
It is certain that if no accidents happen, there will be a shocking battle of the eighth-level demon here!
The sword sheep will not flinch, otherwise the two scimitar-like jet-black horns on his head will not be so sharp!
Joan of Arc will not back down, because she knows very well that if she retreats at this time, what awaits her is not peace and a compromise of mutual understanding between the two sides, but a more crazy attack by the sword sheep!
Take a step back and open the sky?
That's the saying of the human world, this is nature, the law of natural selection flows around, and the only reason for the truce is to fear each other's strength!
But the Sword Sheep is obviously an outlier, compared to other eighth-level demons, the Sword Sheep likes to fight and fight more.
"Boom!"
The dull voice seemed to explode from the bottom of my heart, and it seemed to come from the depths of the earth.
Dressed in a white robe and holding a two-handed staff, Saruman stepped out of the shadows, with a terrifying aura, accompanied by the eyes like the pupils of the abyss on the staff, giving the air around him a touch of gloom and coldness.
For the first time, Dao Yang's sharp eyes were more solemn, looking at the heavily armored Joan of Arc in front of him, and looking at the wizard Saruman who came out of the shadows not far away, he hesitated for a moment, Dao Yang snorted dissatisfiedly, raised his proud head, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The sword sheep is gone, he is not afraid of any battle, but in the face of an absolutely defeated battle like two against one, as a mentally normal sword sheep, it chooses to leave here and give up this doomed and meaningless battle.
For the departure of the sword sheep, both Joan of Arc and Saruman breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, according to their strength, it is not a laborious thing to deal with a sword sheep.
But don't forget what kind of place this is, this is deep in the treacherous Kunlun Mountains, where as humans they are out of place, repelled by almost all the creatures they see.
They don't want to make a fuss, they came to the Kunlun Mountains to find the vanished Pope and Sauron, not to fight these monsters.
And with the departure of the sword sheep, Joan of Arc turned his head to look at Ye Qingshan, his eyes were indifferent and repulsive: "What are you doing here?"
” Frowning, Ye Qingshan didn't like the eyes of Joan of Arc in front of him, and Ye Qingshan didn't have the habit of sticking a hot face to a cold ass, so Ye Qingshan said angrily: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
” Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, a touch of annoyance appeared in her eyes, the reason why she didn't like Ye Qingshan before was because Ye Qingshan was from the evil camp, and the two camps were not right, so she was born with rejection.
But I don't like it, but Joan of Arc has no opinion on Ye Qingshan himself, the reason why he refused to come to Kunlun with Ye Qingshan last time was mainly because Ye Qingshan's strength was weak, and in Joan of Arc's opinion, Ye Qingshan would be sent to death if he came over.
But in all fairness, apart from the camp issue, Joan of Arc was not disgusted with Ye Qingshan, otherwise he would not have "saved" Ye Qingshan just now.
So in the face of Ye Qingshan's unangry sentence, Joan of Arc was a little annoyed, what do you mean?
I save you, if you don't thank you, forget it, you still scold me?
Ye Qingshan didn't know Joan of Arc's thoughts, even if he knew Joan of Arc's thoughts, he wouldn't be very grateful, a very simple reason, Ye Qingshan's strength was stronger than Joan of Arc, don't look at Ye Qingshan's strength as a third-level demon peak, but according to Ye Qingshan's comprehensive strength at the peak of an eighth-level demon, even a normal ninth-level demon is not necessarily Ye Qingshan's opponent.
Knife sheep?
In Joan of Arc's opinion, he is an opponent that needs to be taken seriously, but in Ye Qingshan's eyes, it is just a complex ingredient that is more difficult to deal with.
As a hunter, a creature at the top of the food chain, would you be grateful for helping you get rid of your food?
Besides, the other party's attitude is not good!
Each has its own reasoning, and both sides are still disdainful of explanation, which makes the atmosphere on the scene instantly stiffen, and even reached the point where it cannot be eased.
And at this time, Saruman, who was hidden in the shadows, walked out, he didn't look at Joan of Arc, but at Ye Qingshan, without Joan of Arc's indifference and rejection, or Saruman hid all his expressions on that hypocritical smiling face: "Ye Qingshan?
I didn't expect to meet you here, Gesmer?
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” His brows furrowed, and Ye Qingshan, who was instantly alert in his heart, turned his head to stare at Gesmer, and his eyes flashed with scrutiny: "Why are you asking this?"
” Facing Ye Qingshan's scrutinizing gaze, Gesmer shrugged, with a touch of indifference on his face: "It's nothing, just ask casually, are you interested in coming together?"
I remember that you are from the Eastern world, and we should drop by. ” After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qingshan looked at Saruman in front of him, and kept thinking in his mind about whether he could kill the other party now?
But after thinking for a while, Ye Qingshan denied the idea of killing the other party now, nodded silently, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes: "Yes!"
” Joan of Arc on the side turned pale and her brows tightened with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Hey, Saruman, what do you mean?"
Have you asked my opinion?
” Turning his head to look at Joan of Arc, a hypocritical smile appeared on Saruman's face: "Would you object?"
” Joan of Arc stared at Saruman in front of him, looked at Ye Qingshan who was expressionless not far away, snorted coldly, and silently put away the heavy sword in his hand.