Chapter 485

The next moment was the fiercest retaliation.

With 【Mountain Feather】 in his hand, Pei Ye had entered the encirclement of five people. These three swords absolutely amazed all the eyes looking over, and also made several rudder masters who flew over feel cold for a moment, but the next moment the roar behind him approached with the sound of wind, and at an earlier moment, Xie Yunxing, the "Eastern Heng" who pulled out his sword at the same time as Cao Yu, had already delivered a strong sword light.

Pei Ye's hand had just grasped the sword hilt, and he used the tail rhyme of 【Carrying a New Corpse】 to hold the sword horizontally. The sword momentum was drifting and weak, as if it could be shattered at will.

However, when the sword of the eighth life hit, the moment the clanging sound rang out, the sword suddenly solidified, as if light clouds shrank into solid ice. The overwhelming True Qi made the young man's arm shake violently, his hair flying and clothes fluttering, but this sword was firmly sealed in the air, and Xie Yunxing's body also stagnated suddenly.

【Cloud Cold】

However, such a hard collision of hardness against hardness only lasted for a moment. Xie Yunxing's pupils shrank. Inside the two swords solidified in the air, as if frozen, a force that was difficult to control suddenly echoed. The sound of the ice surface cracking seemed to ring in his ears... it was water.

【Water Ripples】

The river broke in early spring, and the ice seal cracked slowly but unstoppably. The sword momentum of the two swords was disturbed and separated at the same time. And when Xie Yunxing was regulating True Qi and twisting the sword body, the young man had already twisted his waist and held the sword horizontally backward, backhanding a "ding" sound to intercept the silent knife that stabbed at his lower back.

The trajectory of the sword was messy, but the landing point was so precise, as if for him, the sword momentum only had different states, and there was no such thing as "scattered" and "normal."

But the next moment, the violent fist wind rang behind him. Pei Ye turned around to frame the sword, and the Zhu Lian fire exploded in front of the sword, but it was pierced through in an instant. A punch that was difficult to resist hit the sword, and the True Qi suddenly collapsed. The young man once again forcibly twisted out a 【Drifting Returning Wind】 to let Ji Xiong Hu pass, but he still ate half of the strength hard, and blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand to ignite fire in the air again, swallowing the three poisonous hidden weapons that flew over.

Facing a black-clothed sect, two eighth-life, and six or seven years of seventh-life alone, it was almost no different from going to death. In fact, the behavior of a seventh-life and an eighth-life coming to challenge the Taiping Cao Bang alone was originally a death wish in people's eyes.

And it was at this time that people finally knew why Yan Feiqing stood still and stored his sword.

Qiu Tianyu entered the field.

A cannonball fell from the Flying Mirror Pavilion, the rain curtain broke into a hole in an instant, and the big halberd smashed down with the momentum of overturning the sea. Yan Feiqing met it with a horizontal sword, and the thick and huge Taiji appeared in the rain, and then shattered suddenly.

The collision spread through the West Pool, the wind and rain around him exploded, and Yan Feiqing was pressed back twenty feet by a halberd. A straight white wave was aroused on the lake surface. Within one breath, Yan Feiqing drew his sword thirty-one times, and finally the halberd tip brushed past his hair. Yan Feiqing turned his head and raised his sword to excite thunder. The thunder sword that shocked Si Lianwen appeared in the night sky again. Qiu Tianyu tilted his head to avoid it, and a bloodstain was wiped on his face. Then he twisted his waist and raised the halberd, and his entire body's True Qi and five-foot Mystic Qi were gathered into a force. The big halberd cut in a half-moon, and a Taiji diagram shattered again. Yan Feiqing fell into the lake like a broken line.

The next moment he broke out of the water again, soaked all over, his long hair disheveled... two rounds of fighting, and the True Qi used to avoid the rain had already been mobilized by him.

Qiu Tianyu stepped in the air, looking at this genius praised by the Divine Capital with a face like a calm lake, raised his hand to touch the blood on his cheek, and murmured a rough word with a northern accent: "Wolf cubs grind their teeth in the cave, dog cubs bark stupidly and seek death."

【Taiping Partridge】 Qiu Tianyu, who had not made a move for four or five years, many people had forgotten his fierce name of pushing across the thousand alleys of the Divine Capital. Now countless people mentioned this name, always with "Great Leader of Taiping Cao" as a prefix, so much so that many people forgot that it was not the Taiping Cao Bang that supported him, but he alone who supported the Taiping Cao Bang.

The northern Mystic Classic 【Big Halberd】 that kills gods and ghosts, "the first in heavy momentum among Mystic weapons," appeared in the Divine Capital again after several springs and autumns.

The moment Yan Feiqing came out of the water, he had already brought out a delicate sword light, cutting into Qiu Tianyu's protective Mystic Qi like a sudden appearance, but was blocked by the halberd pole with a "ding."

Behind him, the thunder that had just missed hit the treasure ship, and the oil-soaked wood was burning fiercely.

And on the other side, in a short while, there were already two more wounds on Pei Ye's body.

Dealing with a Mystic Gate like Ji Xiong Hu was already a disaster if one was not careful, let alone the hall masters and rudder masters who had also surrounded him. Surrounded by enemies, everyone's speed, strength, and True Qi were stronger than his. He had held on for five rounds with a sword alone, and had also cut the throat of a rudder master again.

But the next moment, what might perish was his own life.

Like two small boats under the surging waves, in the eyes of the people on the shore, every moment they were only a line away from capsizing.

Changsun did not expect that the situation would become so dangerous in an instant. In the girl's eyes, there was no specific understanding of the Taiping Cao Bang, Mystic Gate masters, seventh-life, and eighth-life, but the momentum of Qiu Tianyu breaking the twenty-foot white wave with a halberd just now had tightly gripped her heart.

A moment ago, she was amazed by the classmate's sword technique, and the next moment her mood was crushed by such power. She really couldn't see how such a powerful enemy could be defeated.

"... Does no one report to the officials? Where are the Golden Guards?" She looked around anxiously and turned her head, "Zhao, Zhaoye, let's go report to the officials."

The close friend beside her was also gripping her wrist tightly. The sweat on her palm was already cold and greasy. At this time, she pursed her lips and stared at the lake without moving, whispering hoarsely: "If the Golden Guards were willing to come, the two of them wouldn't have to be here."

"..."

Then the girl gritted her teeth and frowned: "How can these two people die here?! What exactly is Xu doing?"

However, no matter what the mood of the people on the shore was, the sword light and shadow would not stop for a moment.

Ji Xiong Hu hit Pei Ye's sword with a punch again. With just one touch, the terrifying heat dyed one-third of the 【Mountain Feather】 sword body red. While arousing white mist in the rain curtain, it also made the young man spit out a mouthful of bright red blood again.

This man was indeed almost half-evil. You couldn't mislead him with deterrence or traps, because everything he did was crazy attacks. Such power, such violent and difficult-to-resist attacks, even if he didn't face the seventh life relying only on muscles and bones, it was at least like facing three with seven.

He didn't even leave much room for other hall masters to attack.

Pei Ye pursed his lips and took the power of this sword expressionlessly. Then 【Clear Sound】 rang out suddenly, rubbing against Ji Xiong Hu's iron arm and exploding with a harsh cry. The young man cut upward with his sword and flew up. Facing such a Mystic Gate that caused him serious injury with one punch, he actually chose a violent attack again!

In the five rounds just now, no matter whose sword he took, 【Quail Head】 had a part of his attention on this fierce man.

He had already seen six moves of this boxing technique.

Perhaps he should have watched longer, but the situation did not allow it.

But this was indeed something within imagination.

Ji Xiong Hu's eyes burst with brilliance, and a claw dug toward the exposed chest in front of him, while the young man's sword seemed to be waiting for him there a step earlier. 【Eating Leaves】 absorbed half of the power, and then he gritted his teeth and twisted his body to avoid it. His figure was inevitably skewed, and at the same time, he swallowed the blood in his throat.

Ji Xiong Hu's second punch came as fast as lightning, tearing the clothes on his waist, and Pei Ye's body was again carried by the sword momentum and drifted lightly, also crossing the obstruction of this punch.

This was the genius trick that the young man was accustomed to. Relying on the unparalleled insight of 【Quail Head】 and the superb sword technique, he predicted every move of the enemy who was several times stronger than himself, and then resolved it with sword moves that the enemy did not expect. When several unexpected moves accumulated, it was a miracle.

Of course, this was not the first time he had completed such a battle, betting with his life, and eating the enemy hard with his talent for sword path and fighting... but facing the Mystic Gate, would it really be equally effective?

Ji Xiong Hu missed two punches, and Pei Ye was already in front of him in the air.

The fierce man paused slightly for the first time—he, who had been fighting for many years, was not a truly stupid madman. Now the most comfortable punch was at hand, but he did not throw it, but would rather wait, still using the left fist he had just swung to make a move.

His long arm returned, digging toward the young man's left chest like an eagle claw from the side.

However, that ghostly sword blocked it again.

【Flute Cold】, in an instant, the ironware was silent, and the iron fist slipped and skewed elsewhere.

Ji Xiong Hu felt a chill in his heart for the first time when he touched the solid iron. His right hand suddenly raised to protect his neck. At the same time, he saw a fierce cold light in the young man's eyes, and an extremely sharp and cold sword suddenly rose in the air between the inches... At this moment, both of them realized that this sword was indeed not enough.

Pei Ye lifted his body in the air beside Ji Xiong Hu, backhanded his sword and cut at Ji Xiong Hu's neck side, the sword blade was cinnabar red... but it only sparked countless sparks on that 【Weapon-Casting Hand】, cutting out an inch-deep crack.

It was not that he didn't do it, but that the True Qi was indeed not enough in the collision with the Mystic Qi.

This move should have been a 【Calling White Dew】, but perhaps Yang Zhenbing could use it in such a narrow turn, but he couldn't.

Ji Xiong Hu grinned on his face, exerted force to clench his fist, and the punch that whistled out fire smoke hit the young man's sword close at hand. Under the explosion of True Mystic, the sound of bone cracking rang out. Pei Ye's sword-holding arm was broken and paralyzed. In this situation, he borrowed half a move of Drifting Returning Wind to change direction, and the sword was immediately exchanged to his left hand, but the next moment a more fierce punch arrived in an instant.

Pei Ye framed the sword horizontally again.

Of course, it would only be another broken arm, and then it would be a punch through the heart.

When choosing to try his best to slash at Ji Xiong Hu's neck, he should have been prepared to bear the consequences of failure.

But the next moment, the young man's figure suddenly blurred.

That was on the other side. Yan Feiqing was also at a disadvantage in front of Qiu Tianyu. He did not cause any damage to Qiu Tianyu, and except for his face being a little pale, he did not suffer any heavy injuries himself.

And at the same time Pei Ye launched the assassination attempt, he turned his sword with all his strength and pulled away from Qiu Tianyu. At this time, he was just in time to be within ten feet of Pei Ye.

"... 【Boundless Self and Others】!" Cui Zhaoye screamed.

Yan Feiqing turned his sword body, as if taking the two as the black and white heart, the entire field turned into a Taiji. With one turn, the young man with a broken arm and vomiting blood exchanged positions with him.

Temporarily survived.

And everyone saw the change brought about by this unexpected shift.

Those seventh-life and eighth-life hall masters were holding swords and moving toward Pei Ye. Now that they had changed, Yan Feiqing was going to be a wolf entering a flock of sheep.

And for the young man, this was also a precious breathing space. As long as he could fill the gap caused by the exertion just now, he would temporarily stay away from death.

Pei Ye didn't seem surprised by this change at all. He closed his eyes and lowered his sword, and his body actually became completely quiet.

Ji Xiong Hu only paused for a moment, then turned around and chased again with angry eyes—the target he entrusted with killing intent could never be let go.

However, the distance of ten feet was enough for the young man to turn into a loach again.

But the next moment... everyone noticed something wrong.

That was clearly a composition that made people feel cold, and even despair!

It was not a clever plan at all, it was a naked exchange of life—when Yan Feiqing fell into the encirclement of the pulse tree practitioners, Pei Ye was between Ji Xiong Hu and Qiu Tianyu!

Cui Zhaoye gripped Changsun's wrist painfully—Qiu Tianyu didn't chase his target like Ji Xiong Hu at all. Clearly, the young man a few feet away was already so weak, he actually gathered almost all his strength and smashed a thunder-like halberd toward the figure with soaked hair and blood-stained lapels!

How could it be like this?!

There was not even a "persistence" to speak of.

Qiu Tianyu had already arrived in front of the young man in a sweep. The wind forced the rain to fly. Pei Ye opened his eyes and raised his arm to frame the sword. 【Cloud Cold】 condensed into an ice seal, but the next moment it collapsed like a mantis blocking a chariot.

At this moment, Ji Xiong Hu was still flying over in the air seven feet away. Qiu Tianyu had already smashed the young man's weak sword momentum with a halberd, and then the halberd tip and blade pierced through his chest entirely.

For a moment, it seemed quiet.

No matter how far away, one could see the terrifying silhouette.

Changsun felt her hands and feet cold for a moment. A face that was still alive a few days ago turned into a cold corpse in front of her, and the hand gripping her wrist also trembled slightly.

But what spread on the lake was another kind of quiet.

"... Pei Ye?" Qiu Tianyu frowned and asked.

He seemed to have a cognition of this name earlier and deeper than the Carp Pavilion case. At this time, tension and doubt first appeared in his eyes.

On the body in front of him, blood, flesh, and bones burst out from the terrifying wound, and the heart was also torn apart. One arm was paralyzed and hanging. The young man's hair and lapels were soaked by the rain, and his face was full of his own blood...

But he suddenly noticed... this closed-eyed face was so quiet.

A slender white feather grew from the wound caused by the big halberd, and then one, two, three... thousands of snow-white feathers covered this body, and then collapsed in an instant, leaving only the big halberd bright as new, without any bloodstains.

Qiu Tianyu felt a chill in his heart for a moment—I don't know when, they were already in the sword intent!

And in the field of vision of countless people on the shore, it was a beautiful and miraculous scene.

On such a dark, cold, and heavy winter rainy night, those light white feathers were like following a fairy wind, crossing space in an instant. The old body died, and a feathered fairy with wings on his back and a god-like demeanor condensed his figure beside Ji Xiong Hu.

The young man's face was so quiet, just visiting the place he had just been.

—Lifting his body in the air beside Ji Xiong Hu, backhanding his sword and cutting at Ji Xiong Hu's neck side, white feathers drifting beside the sword blade.

There was no such thing as insufficient power anymore. In just an instant, Ji Xiong Hu's head and neck were separated. The red eyes seemed to have just reacted.

The young man flapped his wings, swept across the corpse gracefully, and turned into white feathers again and disappeared.

For a mountain that is difficult to climb, grow wings and fly over.

Things limited by mortals can be handled calmly by immortals.

As long as you have reached the extreme of your life, your wings will bring you back, and before being seen through, everyone should be careful of their own throat.

So-called:

The mysterious cicada calls the white dew, the years have already been wasted.

All things follow the great transformation, what can the lonely hero do.

There is a green bird on the Jade Terrace, eating the grain of Jade Mountain from afar.

Seeing the mysterious phoenix on Kunlun, why worry about the cloud net again.