Chapter 219 Night Emperor's Seven Styles

"Open the sky!"

Ye Qinghan slashed fiercely at the sky, and the long light at the front of the Azure Dragon Dagger instantly came out of the blade, rose against the wind, and turned into a semicircular knife aura, hitting all kinds of crocodile monsters in front.

"boom!"

A crocodile monster in front was directly hit by the oncoming knife energy, and the powerful energy impact caused it to roll in the air, fly upside down for more than ten meters, and finally landed in the yellow sand and rolled again. [

"Forehead……"

Ye Qinghan nodded in satisfaction, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly rushed from behind, and its sharp claws were about to grab it directly on the back of the head.

"Om..."

Ye Qinghan frowned, but didn't avoid it, but a brown light glowed from his body. A bubble-like mask will suddenly form, completely covering his body.

The mask is about one meter in diameter, brown in color, and surrounded by purple airflow.

"Puchi!"

The crocodile monster behind it grabbed the brown mask directly with its two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, the mask was like a slippery ball, slowly attacking the two sharp claws and sliding aside.

"boom!"

The powerful claws of the crocodile monster smashed on the yellow sand, scratching the ground to create two deep grooves.

"whoosh, whoosh"

The crocodile monster turned up again and continued to attack the mask. It's just that this mask is so weird that it can distort the attack. Every time the crocodile monster attacks, it is pulled away by the mask, either in the air or on the ground, every time it looks like it is going to attack Ye Qinghan inside the mask, but it slowly slides away.

"boil!"

The crocodile monster is like a machine, never tireless and constantly attacking. Ye Qinghan stood inside the mask, eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if admiring the monster's attack.

Of course Ye Qinghan was not admiring, not resting his mind. He is controlling the aura, distorting the monster's attack.

After more than half a month of exploration, he finally learned how to release his aura a few days ago. He just learned it and is not proficient at controlling it, so he only released the aura for about one meter. And every time a monster attacks him, there is only one monster left, instead of injuring it, he just lets it attack like this, and he keeps controlling the aura, and he is familiar with how to control the attack of the aura-distorting monster to protect himself.

Half an hour later, Ye Qinghan began to sweat a little on his forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he smiled helplessly, and waved his left hand. After a flash of saber light, the monster in front of him was directly knocked out. Rolled a few times on the yellow sand, drilled into the ground, and disappeared.

"call……"

Ye Qinghan was also so weak that he was on the ground, so continuous control of the air field to distort the attack was very exhausting of mind, fighting spirit and physical strength.

"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"

A phantom emerged from the chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. He twisted his arms and legs, stretched himself in a very humane way, and said via voice transmission: "Yes, boss, you lasted another ten minutes today! Keep working hard."

"Hey... It's just a monster attacking, and it lasted for more than half an hour. If it was a group of monsters, I don't know if I can last a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Don't worry, Boss, you've only learned to release your aura for a few days, slowly get used to it, I reckon if you can support the group attack for half an hour, we can hope to break through the siege of monsters and reach the safe zone at the entrance of the passage!"

Xiao Hei blinked his small eyes, rubbed the horns of his head against Ye Qinghan's thigh, and suddenly remembered something, and said via voice transmission: "Boss, is your Yehuang Seven Styles useful? I see that you have been practicing for so long, and you feel that apart from becoming more proficient and using the knife as you like, the power has not increased at all?"

Forehead? The Seven Styles of the Night Emperor!

Speaking of this matter, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again, fighting monsters several times a day for more than half a month. Even though Ye Huang's seven moves are very easy to practice, I feel that no matter how I practice it, it's just like this, and it can't increase the attack power. It's just that he remembered the rumors of the Ye family, and said with some expectation:

"There are rumors in the Yehuang's seven-style family that if the seven styles can be fused into one, the power will increase tenfold. However, these seven styles feel completely irrelevant. How can they be fused?"

"Fusion? Can this martial skill be fused? Eh... Even if it can be fused, it's probably quite difficult. No one in the Ye family has been able to successfully fused?" Xiao Hei shook his little head slightly, and said in a voice transmission in confusion.

Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself: "I also know, it's impossible. There have been many powerful people in the Ye family in the past, and no one has been able to successfully integrate. Even the ancestor Ye Ruoshui has never heard of successful fusion. Hey... It's just, I don't practice this? What should I practice? I can't do anything?"

Ye Qinghan began to repeat the boring and monotonous life. In addition to practicing every day, he was fighting monsters, constantly proficient in the control of the aura, and practicing the seven moves of the Yehuang, hoping to understand the seven moves in one of the rumors in the Ye family and increase the attack power by ten times. Then he can easily sweep a crocodile monster and break through the encirclement easily...

Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in Luoshen Mountain, leading a monotonous life. There is no time in the mountain, and he doesn't know what season it is or what day it is.

But the Yanlong Continent is very lively, time flies, after Ye Qinghan fell into Luoshen Mountain, another year has passed, and the Yanlong Festival is coming.

This Yanlong Festival is different from old age. This time is the 10,000th year of the Yanlong calendar. It has been 10,000 years since the Yanlong Continent had its own era.

The three prefectures began to celebrate happily. Although the three prefectures have different levels of education, the Yanlong Festival is a festival that all three races believe in.

Cangcheng is also bustling, and Yejiabao is of course no exception. Decorated with lanterns and festoons, it was full of joy.

It's just that the mountain behind Yejia is still as usual quiet, and the atmosphere is even a bit serious and depressing.

Ye Tianlong Ye Baihu Ye Qingniu was not in the mood to cultivate, but got together, and the three of them stood by the lake helplessly, looking at the entrance into the back mountain with sadness and helplessness.

The entrance of the back mountain is a long row of stairs. Standing at the intersection, you can overlook the entire Yejiabao, half of Cangcheng, and the most prosperous south gate of Cangcheng.

On the stairs, there were two graceful women standing at this time. A woman in white clothes and white hair stood on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression. She was looking at the direction of the south gate of Cangcheng in the distance, silently.

This person was Ye Qingyu, while Ye Qingwu stood beside her with some sense of loss, her brows were slightly frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Go back, whisper, it's getting dark, I guess your brother may not come back, besides, even if your brother is back, the family will report it as soon as they receive the news, it's no use standing around like this?"

After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly, and persuaded Ye Qingyu. This little girl, apart from practicing for the past few days, just stood here, looking at the south gate of Cangcheng foolishly. It seems that she thinks that the Yanlong Festival is coming, and her brother will come back, but she doesn't know...[

Ye Qingyu didn't reply, didn't turn around, just shook his head slightly, still staring blankly at the front, a pair of clear eyes without a trace of impurities, full of faint sorrow and melancholy.

The wind is blowing, and the cold wind of winter blows Ye Qingyu's white dress to flutter, blows her silver hair fluttering, and blows the cold tears hidden in the corners of her eyes into the distance...