Late Night Tales Of The Capital

Chapter 118: The last sword that disappeared

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Ye Que's punch kicked off the confrontation between Meishan snowy trails.

After the ripples, Lei Sihai, who was wearing mink fur, stabbed out with two fingers, and the sword fingers rubbed against the air at high speed, as if a series of sparks burst out in the air. Dealing with a cultivator like Ye Que, no matter what his cultivation level is, must not be the same as harvesting the lives of ordinary soldiers.

Relying on the strength between the two fingers alone is indeed a bit overwhelming, so the sword finger is naturally infused with true energy. The Fenglei Pavilion is good at dancing wind and thunder, and has thousands of thunder spells, so this finger condenses the power of thunder.

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Lightning flashes.

As for Ye Que, he was not surprised at all when he was knocked into mid-air by the counterfeit domain. His first punch was actually to test the strength of Lei Sihai's shield. The first punch came back in vain, and the second punch was struck later. The distance between the two punches was in a trance, erratic, and it actually contained the power of illusion.

"Drunken Lying Immortal Hill."

What Ye Que used was a set of Fist of Illusion.

In a confrontation with physical training, using strength to break strength is naturally the fastest and most effective method, but in many cases, it is difficult to defeat physical training with strength alone. Therefore, the detour is the second best choice, first to confuse his eyes, then to confuse his mind, and finally to find a flaw and kill his life.

Lei Sihai's finger sword movement was a little stiff, but his speed was still extremely fast, but it was clearly a finger that pierced Ye Que's forehead, but finally passed by the hair on his temples.

"boom!"

Another punch hit the shield, and the ripples started again.

The first confrontation between Ye Que and Lei Sihai was fleeting after passing by.

Lei Sihai stabbed sixteen fingers, and Ye Que had sixteen holes in his clothes, shoulders, and hair, but none of his fingers pierced the vitals. Ye Que swung twenty-one punches, each of which hit Lei Sihai's shield, causing twenty-one ripples.

The mink figure remained motionless.

Ye Que panted slightly.

Lei Sihai shook his collar lightly, and with that mocking smile on the corner of his mouth again, he finally spoke, his voice was still very hoarse, like a crow being strangled, "Your fist is very good, But it's useless, little doll in the psychic realm, even if I stand still here, you can't do anything to me."

"I don't know why the two of you want to follow me and hit a stone with an egg. Of course, that doesn't matter anymore. I have always believed that the dead don't lie, and the dying don't need to leave a last word."

Thunder exploded!

Lei Sihai, who was wearing ermine fur, suddenly moved like a rabbit, and jumped up, fisting with his left hand, palm of his right, Gale Wind in one hand, and Thunder in the other hand, clinging to Ye Que's figure, he suddenly exerted strength.

On the Meishan Snow Road, with Lei Sihai as the center, within ten steps, all the snow on the ground rose into the air.

A blue and white tornado appeared between the two of them!

The blizzard exploded.

Ye Que's figure also began to move quickly, but the range he could move and walk was only ten steps away. With physical training, the distance is shortened to ten steps, and the danger doubles, and every step may be forced to go shopping.

Ye Que still didn't use up the Phantom Fist of Zuiwo Xianrengang, he still punched out one by one, each punch could hit Lei Sihai in front of him, and then was blocked by the shield. Gradually, Lei Sihai seemed to have gotten used to Ye Que's strength, but increased his speed even faster, hoping to attack Ye Que's vitals.

Physical cultivation is not good at speed, Ye Que's movement is flexible and changeable, and there is even a force of heaven and earth in his steps, so the current situation is that Ye Que can't break Lei Sihai's shield, and Lei Sihai can't hit Ye Que. The key.

Seems to be evenly matched.

But in fact, Lei Sihai already had a plan in mind, because he was born to be invincible, and Ye Que couldn't make the slightest mistake, a mistake might mean death.

"Little baby, I want to see how long you can last!"

"There is still such a power to move between ten steps, what about seven steps?"

Lei Sihai said gloomyly, the power of the wind and thunder shrank, and the eye of the tornado changed from ten steps to seven steps.

Ye Que fine-tuned his pace, but he still didn't let Lei Sihai stab him.

"Seven steps? What about five steps?"

The eye of the wind narrowed again, and Ye Que's face looked extremely serious.

But in an instant, Wubu's wind eyes shrank again, and Lei Sihai adjusted the five steps to three without saying a word.

The wind and thunder are close at hand!

The corner of Lei Sihai's mouth curled up into a smile, and the real energy between his fingers soared, but before the finger sword he stabbed touched Ye Que, he saw the little doll in his mouth, and there was a piercing smile on the corner of his mouth.

That's right.

It's a pervasive smile.

Ye Que's lips moved slightly, and he didn't speak, but it was clear from the language on his lips that he said, "You are not qualified to call me little baby, even the master of your Fenglei Pavilion is not qualified, a little Body repair, you dare to stand within three steps of me, do you think you died not fast enough?"

Lips stop.

Close your fists.

Use fists to change fingers, and flick two fingers in succession. "Crack! Crack!"

Two inch-long spirit swords, one in front and one in the back, pierced the hood, one pointing towards the sky, and the other towards the giant crocodile. These two places were the weak spots in the hood that he found with dozens of punches just now. place.

Lei Sihai's eyes stared sharply, and the stabbed fingers retracted instantly, turned into palms, and the two palms danced into a spiritual wall.

"puff!"

The spiritual wall blocked the two swords, one in front and the other in the back, but a sword fell silently from above his head.

The mask of the false domain was broken by Ye Que's third sword, and the ripples exploded into countless spiritual waves like a balloon filled with water.

At the same time as the third sword appeared, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...

In addition to the first two swords, there was also a sword that broke the shield. At the moment when the shield was broken, a total of nine swords appeared. The nine spiritual swords were within easy reach, connected in series to form an army, and directly pierced through Lei Sihai's internal organs, four limbs and seven gates.

The sword energy exploded.

Blood mist filled the air.

Even Hongdou, who was a thousand steps away, looked a little dazed. This young man in the human race is so powerful in combat!

In the distance, I am afraid that I am a little overwhelmed.

Invincible in three steps!

This is the path of cultivation in the psychic realm that Ye Que had set for himself before the Dragon Vein Imperial Mausoleum.

It doesn't matter what realm you are, whether you are Xingyao or Wuxiang, as long as I get within three steps, that is my world, the understanding of using a sword or sword tactics.

Under the apocalypse, in the world, Ye Que is not afraid of anyone.

The thirteen swords of Chunqiu Zimu and the twelve son swords have all appeared, and the last sword 'Chengren' is aimed at Lei Sihai's heart gate snow mountain. Any practitioner, even if he is a demon, if his spiritual sea is broken, he will still become a useless person, life would be worse than death.

Demons with no cultivation level are afraid that they can't even compare with ordinary people, and they will die every minute without a place to bury them.

All this happened in an instant.

Lei Sihai knew that in the end there would definitely be a killer move that would hit the vital point, but he needed time, a breath of time, before he could turn the situation around.

In the world, everything returned to silence, the tornado formed by the power of wind and thunder had begun to shrink violently, like a cunning snake devouring its prey, a trail of sword energy slid from Ye Que's fingers to Lei Sihai's eyebrows.

Moments of life and death.

However, there was no obstacle between the tracks, but the sword did not appear.

The spirit sword Chengren actually disappeared!

(Second update.)