Alas, after all calculations, Zongxuan and Song Bieli, the enemies, finally met at this time.
In order to prevent Zongxuan and Song from meeting each other, Yu Shengtan deliberately arranged Zongxuan and Zhou Zhengxue in other positions to eliminate the stubborn religious elements in Jiangning Mansion, but he never expected that Zhu Wusheng's route after escaping from the Great Maitreya Palace It was in the direction of the Qinhuai River, and in the end Zong Xuan met Song Bieli.
This confrontation is inevitable.
Even Yu Shengtan couldn't stop it.
Of course, Yu Shengtan would not stop this. Zhu Wusheng's defeat has been decided, and Zong Xuan's use value is already the lowest. For the sake of internal stability, it is very possible to kill Zong Xuan and unite with Song Bie to destroy Zong Xuan.
After all, Song Bieli was the core member of the Demon Sect, and Zong Xuan was just a pawn they used.
"Song Bieli, today I want to seek justice for my son's eyes." Zong Xuan was even more unstoppable, looking at Song Bieli's eyes full of killing desire.
Ye Qingxuan knew that even if Zhu Wusheng was waiting to be killed, Zong Xuan's attention could not be diverted.
Similarly, Ye Qingxuan couldn't sit idly by at this time. Although killing Zhu Wusheng was more important, Song Bieli and Beiming Wudi were also two big fish that could not be easily let go...
What's more, he had already planned on Zhu Wusheng.
Seeing Song Bieli stab Zong Xuan with his sword, the peach blossoms in the sky are colorful and messy, but the seemingly charming style hides India's fierce murderous intent everywhere, and Zong Xuan is even more gloomy like water, and the red tasseled knife that he slowly raised his hand danced heavily and abnormally , like stirring rivers, lakes and seas, but Gang Qi is like an undercurrent in the river, seemingly calm, but extremely dangerous.
The peach blossoms flying all over the sky seemed to be swept by an undercurrent, and as soon as they got close to Zong Xuan's body, they lost their agile and falling posture, and became extremely dignified, and even seemed to be imprisoned in the air.
Song Bieli let out a cold snort, the sword followed the person, and the edge of the sword stabbed forward sharply, making a clanging sound in the battle with the undercurrent. Every inch the tip of the sword moved forward became extremely difficult. Similarly, the power of the undercurrent seemed to be overwhelming , but couldn't get close to Song.
As soon as the two masters of martial arts fought, they entered the most intense state of confrontation at the same time. The battle situation can be described as extremely dangerous, and there is a possibility of the gangster energy collapsing at any time and blood spattering five steps.
However, this kind of confrontation made Ye Qingxuan laugh out loud. He pointed at Song Bieli and Beiming Wudi, and said with a smile: "Oh, this is a bit interesting. Brother Beiming, you said that we are going to the other side in this situation." Let's start a game and decide whether to live or die, or will you watch me take Song Bieli's life and escape alone?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed and pressed forward slowly.
Strong pressure instantly swept through the audience, and Song Bieli's forehead was sweating immediately. He never thought that Zong Xuan, whom he had not seen for many years, would improve his martial arts enough to rival him for a while.
Originally, according to his idea, he would kill Zongxuan immediately, and then join hands with Beiming Wudi to fight against Ye Qingxuan, so as to gain the help of other people. When the time comes, no matter if it is Yu Shengtan, Emperor Qinghua, or Ruan Boqiu, anyone will come. They are all enough to form a situation of killing Ye Qingxuan, and he is not afraid at all.
But he really didn't expect that Zong Xuan's strength was so strong that he was directly dragged into a situation of exhaustion. As soon as he made a move, he fell into a passive position.
"Ye Qingxuan, I have another note..." Beiming Wudi smiled at Ye Qingxuan, "Why don't you stop me from killing Zong Xuan?"
While speaking, Beiming Wudi drew the "Yin-Yang Lishui" in his hand in a clockwise circle, and the sword's edge turned into a pool of mercury-like liquid visible to the naked eye, and the water droplets all over the sky drew a Tai Chi diagram along the sword , the Beiming Wudi behind the Taiji diagram disappeared, and in front of everyone, there was only a Taiji diagram made of water droplets.
"The Beiming Family's [Yin-Yang Mingshui Swordsmanship], plus the technique of water escape?" Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise: "You counterfeit, you have practiced a stunt that others have been unable to practice for hundreds of years. Became..."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Beiming Wudi didn't reply, but the Taiji sword diagram transformed under his sword shot out a water droplet, which directly attacked Zongxuan with infinite sword energy. In a blink of an eye, the Taiji diagram shot out thousands of water droplets, like a water dragon, He rushed towards Zong Xuan.
"It's interesting." With a loud laugh, Ye Qingxuan disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already lying in front of Zong Xuan. He just pressed forward with his single palm, and there was a "buzz" in the whole space. The faucet suddenly stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward.
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Ye Qingxuan turned into a fist with one palm, and punched out suddenly, the faucet shattered with a bang, thousands of water droplets scattered and splashed, and overflowed wildly.
Puff, puff puff...
The sound of the rain hitting plantains came closely. Next to the street is the gate of a large family. On both sides are stone lions of ten thousand catties as tall as a person. Under the penetration of the collapsing water droplets, they were beaten to death by the water droplets containing sword energy. It was scattered and scattered, and the stone powder was flying, as if it had been intensively shot by heavy machine guns.
Crash!
The two stone lions were finally overwhelmed and collapsed directly. At the same time, most of the gate and courtyard wall of the big family also collapsed.
Although neither Ye Qingxuan nor Zong Xuan was hit, the power of his [Yin Yang Ming Water Sword Art] can be seen from this.
Zheng—
Like the fluctuating strings of a piano, Song Bieli didn't dare to fall into passive exhaustion. He raised his energy fiercely, and with a flick of his sword, he stood out from the shackles of the surging undercurrent.
Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, smiled without moving.
Halfway through the sword was handed over, a swipe of the knife slashed towards the world with the aura of looking down on the world. With a bang, Song Bieli's peach blossom drunk was knocked away. Dao Dao Gang attacked Song Bieli's chest quickly, and shouted at the same time: "Old thief, you are mine!"
"act recklessly!"
Song Bieli turned back, and at the same time, a peach blossom in full bloom appeared in the void of the peach blossom in his hand.
The petals of the peach blossom rotated and rubbed violently against the three swords, a spark shot out in the air, and finally disappeared into the invisible at the same time.
The two disappeared at the same time, and there was a crisp sound in the void—
hum!
The violent fluctuations were like triggering a small nuclear bomb, and the row upon row of streets was suddenly blasted by the shock wave, and after only holding on for a moment, they turned into ruins, with only the ruins and walls left to vaguely distinguish the original appearance.
"Hugh hurt the innocent!"
Ye Qingxuan flew up into the air, [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms] turned into two golden dragons, circled a fist in his hand, and rushed towards Song Bieli who was retreating.
Song Bieli's breath was not stable, he held his sword to protect his chest, and was forcefully forced out by the dragon in Ye Qingxuan's palm for a distance of hundreds of feet, directly reaching the surface of the Qinhuai River.
Ye Qingxuan's other hand turned into a dragon, but was blocked by Beiming Wudi who risked his life to rescue him. The water dragon he turned into was also forced to the surface of the river. Sword power.