Chapter 1853 Lord Xuanfeng
"If I fall into the hands of this Evil Lord Qinglian, my life will be worse than death!"
Seeing that the Evil Lord Qinglian was getting closer and closer, Ye Charming's face turned pale and her heart was filled with despair.
Although she had the will to die, she could not give up. Thinking about the consequences of falling into the hands of Evil Lord Qinglian, her whole body trembled.
"Little beauty, come here!"
As Ye Wumei's body flew closer, Qinglian Xiezun felt a burst of body fragrance. He sniffed hard, laughed "haha", and stretched out his right hand to catch the falling Ye Wumei.
At this moment, a gray aura fist, carrying the violent wind, blasted out from the side, forming a small tornado halfway and sweeping towards Qinglian Evil Lord.
"Old Qinglian, why are you so shameless when you bully a little girl?"
At the same time as the tornado rolled in, a thunderous sound sounded, which made the ears of all the strong men on the scene buzz, their faces turned pale, and they were dizzy.
Some of the weaker Thunder Tribulation experts couldn't bear the impact of the sound waves and sat down on the ground.
"Venerable Xuanfeng? Humph, I want you to take more care of my affairs! Go away, otherwise I will fight you to the death!"
The tornado roared and swept over, with unparalleled power and astonishing momentum. Even Evil Lord Qinglian did not dare to attack it directly, so he had to avoid it temporarily.
And the moment he avoided it, a gray shadow suddenly arrived and stood where he originally stood.
The gray figure was a tall man. He waved his palm upwards, and Ye Wumei felt that she was being held up by an invisible force, and her body slowly fell to the ground.
Without the pressure exerted by Qinglian Evil Lord, Ye Wumei's strength instantly returned to normal.
"Little girl, are you okay? Don't worry, that old Qinglian and I are mortal enemies, and I have no ill intentions towards you!"
The tall man glanced at Ye Charming, who was pale and had not recovered from the shock, and said with a smile.
Only then did Ye Wumei see clearly that the man who rescued her was dressed in coarse gray clothes. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, long hair, and was over two meters tall.
The short, thin and ugly Qinglian Xie Zunruo stood with him, her head only reaching his waist.
The tall man was surrounded by a strong wind spirit. Like Ye Charming, he also practiced wind skills.
The tall man's smile was filled with soothing kindness, which made Ye Charming feel a sense of intimacy.
"No...I'm fine. Thank you, senior, for saving me."
Ye Charming Bingxue was smart. From the brief conversation between the tall man and Qinglian Evil Lord, she knew that this man was not weaker than Qinglian Evil Lord. She stood next to him, hoping that this man would help her.
Before everyone from the Divine Eagle Sect had gone far, they quickly turned back when they saw someone standing up for Ye Charming.
Yan Muyu was originally ranked last among the powerful men of the Divine Eagle Sect. As she walked, she turned to look at Ye Charming. When she found out that Ye Charming was about to fall into the hands of Evil Lord Qinglian, she closed her eyes and did not dare to see the result.
At this time, when she saw Ye Wumei standing beside the tall man, her face turned red with excitement and she clenched her fists tightly.
"Venerable Xuanfeng is here too. This ancient battlefield site is becoming more and more lively..."
When Feng Lingxiao saw the tall man who suddenly appeared, his expression changed, his face looked strange, and he murmured to himself.
Others may not know about Venerable Xuanfeng, but Feng Lingxiao knew that this man and Venerable Qinglian Evil were powerful men of the same period, and have now entered the ninth level of thunder tribulation.
Venerable Xuanfeng and Venerable Qinglian Evil are both the most famous and powerful men in the Three Thousand Worlds. One is assisted by the Heavenly Gangfeng, and the other is supported by the Green Lotus Spiritual Fire. With a single move of his hands, he can cut off mountains and block rivers. The strength is far beyond the imagination of ordinary thunder tribulation experts.
The two of them are both hundreds of years old. They have become sworn enemies since the battle a hundred years ago. Both want to kill the other, but they are equally powerful and neither can do anything to the other.
Qing Lian Xie Zun was evil and cruel, acted indiscriminately, and made many enemies.
Venerable Xuanfeng, on the other hand, is upright and upright. He speaks a word of truth beforehand and has a heart of compassion for heaven and earth. He has saved countless people and has friends all over the world.
"The little girl actually has innate wind spirit roots? Haha, that's good, that's right. I also practice wind skills. You and I are destined for each other! Don't worry, as long as I'm here, Old Qinglian can't do anything to you! Well, you Just stand next to me and I will keep you safe!"
Venerable Xuanfeng was halfway through his lifespan, but could not find a satisfactory successor. Seeing that Ye Charming was so young and had innate wind spirit roots, his heart suddenly moved.
"Thank you, senior! I will never forget the grace of saving my life today!"
Seeing that Lord Xuanfeng was willing to protect her, Ye Charming couldn't help but feel very grateful.
Venerable Xuanfeng smiled and said: "Old Qinglian likes to kill people, and I like to save people. He wants to kill you, but I won't let him do it! Haha..."
Qinglian Evil Lord stood dozens of feet away, looking at the grinning Lord Xuanfeng, his face gloomy and extremely ugly.
Qing Lian Xie Zun and Xuan Feng Zun have been at odds with each other for hundreds of years, and there have been dozens of fierce battles, large and small. Each fierce battle can last for several days and nights, and it is difficult to decide the winner. The battle will only stop when the spiritual energy is almost exhausted.
With Master Xuanfeng protecting Ye Wumei, Master Qinglian knew that he had no hope of catching Ye Wumei and doing whatever he wanted.
However, he really couldn't bear to give up on Ye Charming like this.
"Lord Xuanfeng, give that girl to me! Otherwise, I will never be done with you!"
Qinglian Evil Lord said angrily.
Venerable Xuanfeng hooked his hand and said: "Young Luosuo, if you want to fight, then fight! Come on!"
Qinglian Evil Lord was furious, snorted coldly, and a green flame rose around his tightly clenched right fist.
The flame bloomed like a blue lotus, looking enchanting and magnificent, releasing terrifying heat outwards, it was the Green Lotus Spiritual Fire.
The strong men who knew the power of the Qinglian Spiritual Fire saw the Evil Lord Qinglian offering the Spiritual Fire and knew that the two sides were preparing to fight. They immediately retreated and formed a Qi shield to protect themselves.
As soon as the spiritual fire comes out, the ground will be red for thousands of miles.
The Green Lotus Spiritual Fire contains terrifying destructive power. Fortunately, within a thousand miles of the ancient battlefield site, there is a strong coercion, which greatly reduces the power of the Green Lotus Spiritual Fire. Otherwise, those who are in the small and medium tribulation stages of the thunder tribulation realm A strong person can only avoid being harmed by spiritual fire by retreating a hundred miles away.
Within a radius of ten miles with Qinglian Evil Lord as the center, as soon as the Qinglian spiritual fire came out, the temperature suddenly increased dozens of times. Those strong men below the seventh level of thunder tribulation were not allowed to retreat ten miles away to prepare to watch the battle.
Dozens of strong men from the Divine Eagle Sect, except for the sect leader Feng Lingxiao, dozens of other strong men also retreated ten miles away with Yan Muyu.
Ye Wumei stood behind Venerable Xuanfeng, protected by Venerable Xuanfeng, and was not affected by the high temperature at all.
"Old Qinglian, don't just show off your spiritual fire to scare people! Your spiritual fire is of no use to me!"
As Lord Xuanfeng spoke, he spread out his right palm, and in his palm, there was a miniature storm the size of a fist rotating at high speed.