Chapter 477: Ye Yang, the Sword Master, Vs. Yi Qi Chang Qiu Dao Xing He

The new year begins, and snowflakes arrive.

This year's spring did not usher in a warm spring breeze.

Instead, there was a snowstorm that was surprising.

The cold wind swept across the vast land, and the goose-feather-like snow danced with the wind, interweaving into an overwhelming snow curtain.

The first ray of sunlight rose in the morning.

On the top of the mountain in the capital of the Dayun Dynasty.

The winter sun shines through the sparse shadows of the trees, reflecting the thick ice and snow on the mountain, shining brightly, with mottled light and shadow.

This is just an ordinary mountain top, nothing surprising, but today the front and back of the mountain are almost full of people.

The front and back of the mountain are almost full of people.

Some are wearing armor, holding sharp blades, waiting quietly.

Some are wearing Taoist robes, flying in the sky, looking carefully.

There are also princes and nobles, immortal masters sitting on the flying giant ship, with a cup of clear tea and a red clay stove, waiting comfortably.

"Has the war begun?"

A burly general, wearing a golden crown, cloud-climbing shoes, and a pale yellow armor, sat on the bed of the flying boat and drank a sip of fine wine.

His voice was as dull and powerful as a war drum. As the words fell, the entire spirit boat seemed to tremble three times.

This was the general of the Great Fortune Dynasty, who had cut down mountains and destroyed temples, and had conquered countless sects.

There was another person, covered in flying feathers. When his wings were spread, they seemed to cover the sky. Every time he waved, he brought up a strong wind and rolled up dust.

He was a powerful person in the realm of real people.

"I wonder if Gu Xuan from Feitianmen will come here."

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he could see through the wind and snow and see what was happening in the distance.

There was another person next to him, standing side by side with the real person Feiyu, but he was completely different.

This person was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a string of trembling copper bells hanging around his waist. His steps were steady, as if every step was on the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Her face was calm, and her eyes showed a hint of compassion, as if she could see into people's hearts and soothe their souls.

"I woke up decades ago, and I have nothing to do. This battle is just enough to relieve my boredom."

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"Second brother, I bet 100,000 spirit stones, I hope you can win."

Yang Xiaoyan looked at the mountains and fields, her eyes passed through the layers of green and stayed on the vast sky in the distance.

The mountain breeze blew, bringing up her long hair and hem, as if it could blow away her sorrow with the wind.

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"Feitianmen, such a familiar name, but it seems that it's been so long that people can't remember it."

"Who am I? Beihai Shenni or Wu Qing?"

A nun shaved her hair and wore a moon-white gauze. She was snow-white, with one hand on a silver whisk,

At this moment, she frowned as if she thought of something, but she was not sure, and rubbed her temple with one hand.

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“Senior Brother Ye will definitely win. I bet 10,000 spirit stones.”

Li Bayuan was like a giant, with two silver hammers on his waist, and spoke in a muffled voice.

“You just broke through the realm, where did you get so many spirit stones?”

Wang Dong shook his head, a little shocked by Li Bayuan’s generosity.

The Blood Demon Saint stood with them.

“You two really dare to gamble!”

“What are you afraid of? You have seen Senior Brother Ye’s strength. Dao Xinghe is definitely not his opponent.”

He had a firm look in his eyes, as if he had seen the scene of victory.

“That’s right, but who can be sure of what will happen in the arena? What if there is an accident…”

“Accident? How can there be so many accidents! Besides, Senior Brother Ye is not only powerful, but also meticulous. He dares to fight, and he is absolutely sure.”

After saying that, he thought of something and smiled

Wang Dong hesitated for a moment, thinking.

"In that case, I'll also bet 4,000 spirit stones."

"The odds are 1:3, and if you win, you'll get 12,000 spirit stones."

"You all want to bet, so I'll go too."

The Blood Demon Saint saw that the two were so confident in Ye Yang, and hurried out. "

On the top of the mountain.

There were two people wearing white clothes, clean as snow, expressionless, as if they had forgotten their emotions.

They stared at each other, their eyes intertwined with each other's vigilance and respect for each other.

Dao Xinghe spoke first, his tone full of meaning.

"Brother Ye, we've been apart for many days, and we finally meet today. How are you?"

Ye Yang responded.

"Everything is fine. I heard that you and Xia Bodhi had a big fight, and you haven't recovered yet?"

The two were tit-for-tat, refusing to give in to each other. Before the fight started, they began to attack each other's hearts.

"It's not recovered yet. "

Dao Xinghe smiled, revealing a somewhat weak expression.

Ye Yang did not take his words to heart, because he knew that Dao Xinghe was a man who could get to where he is now, and his mind was extraordinary.

The words of being hurt were just confusing words to make others take it lightly.

When he was fighting, he would never underestimate anyone.

The conversation was brief, Dao Xinghe seemed to be running out of energy, and he began to pant after speaking.

Ye Yangyi was indifferent, as if he had not heard anything, with a calm face.

"This knife is an ordinary iron tool, made by an ordinary blacksmith in an ordinary afternoon, in an ordinary three hours."

"The knife is four feet and seven inches long, and weighs no more than seven pounds, six ounces and three cents."

Ye Yang stared at the knife and said.

"But it is extraordinary because of your name."

"Good knife."

Ye Yang was slightly shocked, and the White Horse Knife neighed and flew around him.

The Red Maple Sword had already vibrated slightly and automatically fell into his hand.

"This knife is called White Horse, which means time. This knife is based on the sand of time. The blade is like snow, four feet and three inches long, with a black handle and a white blade."

"This sword is called Red Maple Sword, and the material is also ordinary. It is made of the spine of an ordinary warrior. The sword is three feet and six inches long and weighs five pounds and three ounces."

Dao Xinghe praised: "Good knife, good sword."

Although both parties had drawn their swords, neither of them took action immediately.

All the people present held their breath and looked forward to the next battle between the two.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please."

Dao Xinghe bowed slightly.

Then neither of them spoke.

Just looked at each other quietly.

The next moment, the two moved almost at the same time.

Dao Xinghe's knife streaked across the night sky like a meteor, slashing towards Ye Yang with an irresistible force.

Ye Yang held the knife in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and the sword light flew and bursts of knife light.

The sword danced in the air like a dragon, and the knife roared like a tiger.

The two's attacks met in the air, making a deafening sound.

The surrounding mountains all trembled at this moment, as if they would collapse at any time.

However, neither of them had any intention of stopping.

Their attacks became faster and faster, and more and more fierce.

Every attack seemed to be able to tear the sky and earth apart and shake the stars.

Everyone present was stunned.

Fast! It was too fast, so fast that people couldn't see clearly and were dazzled.

They knew that such a battle was no longer something they could intervene in.

They could only watch from afar.

Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and the figures of the two crossed in the air, and every time they crossed, they would bring about a storm.

Finally, with a loud bang, the figures of the two flew backwards at the same time.

Their bodies drew an arc in the air and then landed steadily on the ground.

Neither of them was injured, and there was a flash of excitement in their eyes.

"Youth Song."

Ye Yang hoes the ground with his sword, and with a snort, the sword's edge tears the earth, emitting a scarlet light.

Shaoyang Sword Art suddenly came out, agile and strange, extremely fast, like a stunning ray of light cutting through the sky, jaw-dropping.

As the sword light flashed, it seemed that even the air was split in two, making a sharp whistling sound.

When it reached the middle, it suddenly changed its moves, like a golden sun across the sky, emitting scorching heat.

It was magnificent, like a dragon and snake writing, ink splashing in the South Sea.

This is a move of Zhongyang Sword Art "As the Sun Rises."

After two consecutive changes, Shaoyang Sword Art seamlessly connected to Zhongyang Sword Art, seamlessly connecting, revealing his consummate sword attainments.

Dao Xinghe only felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if he was in a dream. At a glance, there were sword threads everywhere, but he didn't know where the sword body was hidden.

It was difficult to grasp the trajectory of the sword body.

"If I can't find it, I will break it with my sword."

Dao Xinghe felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if he was in a dream. He saw sword threads everywhere, but he didn't know where the sword was hidden.

It was difficult to grasp the trajectory of the sword.

He roared.

He slashed with a sword.

His heart was as calm as ice, but the long sword in his hand trembled as if it had life, making a low tremor.

Dao Xinghe closed his eyes, and all his senses were concentrated on the sword in his hand.

The next moment, he slashed with a sword.

It is worthy of being the inheritance of the ancient sword magic.

The sword method is like the sea, deep and vast; like the stars, bright and mysterious, as if it is going to tear the earth apart.

His sword method, like himself, is firm and tenacious, fearless and fearless.

The sword threads shuttled around him, but he seemed not to notice, just waving the sword in his hand wholeheartedly.

In an instant, the magic sword slashed out, like a meteor, cutting through the night sky and illuminating the darkness.

Everything returned to calm. The sword thread disappeared, and the sword body also disappeared.

Only he and his sword were left.

"What a strong sword!"

Ye Yang sighed. The opponent's sword strike just now seemed to limit his time and shatter his bones.

Extremely domineering.

You have to know that his body has been trained with the Elephant Demon Fist, which is the strongest and most powerful method to cultivate the body of diamond.

The next moment, the White Horse Knife spun around, and more than a thousand blade lights appeared around it.

"It turned out to be a thousand kills with one knife!"

The crowd of onlookers all held their breath and stared. The blade lights were endless in their eyes. This scene was like the display of divine power in myths and legends, which made people feel awe.

Those blade lights passed through the air, and the blade lights were connected one by one, making a sharp whistling sound,

stirring up gusts of wind, flying sand and rocks.

The White Horse Knife was hidden in the blade lights, and the blade lights quietly deviated from the main battlefield.

Like a spirit snake, it meandered and attacked Dao Xinghe's flank.

Dao Xinghe slashed the ordinary long knife in his hand, and the speed was so fast that it was almost difficult to capture with the naked eye, knocking the blade lights away one after another.

Just as he said.

This ordinary knife was no longer ordinary in his hands.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are worthy of the title of sword and sword master, and you are worthy of being the opponent I chose."

Dao Xinghe looked at Ye Yang with admiration in his eyes.

Ye Yang also smiled.

"You too."

The two figures confronted each other on the top of the mountain, and the air around them seemed to become heavy.

Dao Xinghe swung his sword again.

This time, the sword light was like the Milky Way pouring down, dazzling and dazzling.

"Shatter the Milky Way!"

Dao Xinghe shouted softly, and endless starlight gathered on the long sword, as if to swallow up the entire space.

Ye Yang's face was solemn. He knew that this move was extraordinary, but there was no fear in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power of his whole body surged to the sword in his hand like a tide.

His hands danced, and the sword light and sword silk flew out as dense as drizzle.

Every drop of rain contained the power of destruction.

The stone wall on the top of the mountain was swept up by the sword energy and the wind of the sword, and the sand and stones flew, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

As time went on, the battle between the two became more and more intense.

Dao Xinghe turned around suddenly and slashed with his sword, but before the sword hit the ground, it was already whistling, rolling out more than a thousand sword beams.

Thousands of sword beams spun, turning into a tornado blade connected end to end, suddenly becoming larger, and killing in an instant.

"Thousands of swords are endless!"

Ye Yang sent out the White Horse Quick Sword.

Thirteen Swords of Time.

This legendary spiritual art once again appeared in front of everyone.