Chapter 478: Life Is Like an Ant, Life Is Thinner than Paper, Dao Xinghe Is Defeated! Return to the Clan

The Thirteen Swords of Time are too domineering

At this moment, a sword is slashed out, as if time is flowing backwards, space is distorted, and no one can stop it.

At this moment, the time sand vibrates gently, and Ye Yang has merged the endless time evil.

Combined with the time power of the White Horse Quick Sword, it is unpredictable.

With a sword slash, the years pass by without a trace.

The sword light is like shattering the sky, and a sword transforms into thirteen swords, directly killing Dao Xinghe.

"Is this the Thirteen Swords of Time?"

"Can it cut off mountains and rivers, dry up years, and turn black hair into white hair in an instant?"

"Although I haven't faced it, I have sensed the rich power of time in this sword light."

"Just sensing it, I feel that my life span has been exhausted. If it is an old person, I am afraid that one sword will end my life and die."

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Many people were shocked when they saw this scene.

Dao Xinghe was even more terrified.

Facing the knife light at this moment, he felt even more extraordinary terror.

Especially when the knife light came.

Driven by the endless time, it was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Sometimes twisted, sometimes straight, as if time and space were combined together, making him unable to resist.

"Do you think you can beat me like this? You think too simply."

Dao Xinghe seemed to be prepared and waved his hand.

A wooden wall suddenly appeared in front of him.

The wooden wall was arranged in layers, containing powerful vitality, and there were sporadic blue or yellow flowers on it, which resisted the power of time of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

This wooden wall is extraordinary, and it seems to have the most essential vitality.

"Since I dare to fight you, how can I not prepare in advance."

"This green wood wall, I specially walked thousands of miles to the Leiyin Ancient Temple to ask for it. The vitality is extremely rich. No matter how powerful your Thirteen Swords of Time are, you can't cut it open."

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Ye Yang's heart was moved.

Dao Xinghe's magic power was full and round, and he didn't look injured at all. The so-called injury before was completely a smokescreen.

Fortunately, he never believed what others said.

Everyone knew that Ye Yang's most powerful weapon was the Thirteen Swords of Time.

But at this moment, Dao Xinghe was well prepared and took out the Green Wood Wall.

It blocked the attack.

This made many people talk about it.

"Without the Thirteen Swords of Time, how can he win?"

"This battle is fierce."

Even Ye Yang frowned.

And Dao Xinghe's sword light had already killed him again and arrived in front of him.

At the critical moment, Ye Yang whistled, and a thick bone shield suddenly appeared in front of him. The shields were folded layer by layer, like a city wall, and it was more than two feet thick.

This was the magic weapon that Ye Yang had obtained from Elder Zuo of the Five Poison Sect before.

At this moment, countless sword lights collided with the city wall composed of bone shields.

Countless bone fragments were spun out and fell to the ground.

The blade light actually damaged this magic weapon.

The next moment, a ray of yin and yang light suddenly burst out from Ye Yang's chest.

It was the yin and yang heart-protecting mirror that had not been used for a long time.

Ye Yang wiped his eyes, and a trace of golden light appeared in his eyes. At close range, the sword pupil was activated.

The endless time evil behind him combined with the yin and yang reverse evil to form a slowly flowing light and shadow.

One side was as blazing as fire, and the other side was as cold as ice and snow.

Even his pupils turned into one golden red and the other ice blue.

At this moment, under the blessing of the yin and yang reverse evil, a pair of eyes contained two completely different powers.

One represents the masculine power of destruction, and the other is the feminine power that breeds life.

He stood at the intersection of time and space, feeling the surging power in his body, as if he could tear the world apart and reverse the universe.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly two sword lights shot out.

The surrounding air began to twist, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to be cut into countless pieces.

A big hole was blasted directly in the green wood wall in front of Dao Xinghe.

Dao Xinghe groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then the next moment, before he could react, the White Horse Knife cut his green wood wall in half from bottom to top.

"This? How is it possible?"

Dao Xinghe was shocked, but Ye Yang thought it was normal.

This green wood wall can resist the time power of the Thirteen Light Knife

But it can't stop the sharpness of the White Horse Knife.

"The Thirteen Light Knife consumes a lot of mana. Even if you break the green wood wall, how much mana can you use?"

Ye Yang did not answer, but smiled coldly, and the Chuixue Yidan in his body slowly circulated, and a more powerful mana than before surged out.

The rich time power suddenly erupted on the White Horse Knife again.

The knife flashed, and the sky and the earth changed color. An extremely bright light burst out from the tip of the sword, illuminating the entire space.

This knife seemed to have traveled through time and space, and directly cut the veins of fate.

Ye Yang felt that he had a connection with every speck of dust and every breath of wind in this world.

Dao Xinghe was shocked.

"Oh no, I forgot that his magic power is as strong as one, and it is extremely long-lasting. In addition to being the best at swords and knives, he has another title."

At this moment, after Dao Xinghe was stabbed, his skin color quickly turned yellow and dark.

His hair was already gray.

He lost too much vitality in an instant.

Just as many people guessed.

This Ye Yang, who is the best at swords and knives, may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the one that everyone in the top ten of the Potential Dragon List does not want to provoke the most.

Even if he wins, he will lose thirty years of life.

So since he killed Luoshen Xuehou with one knife, there has never been any challenger.

Dao Xinghe felt that he had suddenly grown old, and the years had passed, his face was full of astonishment, but the next one he suddenly exploded.

"I don't care about the decline of my life, I just want to have a great battle with you."

Dao Xinghe slashed out with a mediocre sword.

In the eyes of others.

This sword was neither fierce nor exciting.

But the people watching.

They were all sweating coldly.

Those standing here were not ordinary people, especially there were a large number of sword and knife masters, they saw the changes in this sword technique.

It has reached the realm of doing whatever one wants.

It can be called the sword of the heart.

The next moment, Ye Yang swung out the Thirteen Swords of Time again.

Dao Xinghe groaned.

Another thirty years passed in a flash.

"No!"

Dao Xinghe suddenly woke up.

This battle, the cost of sixty years of life is too high.

But he couldn't solve the opponent in the fastest time.

And no one knows how many swords he can still cut out.

Maybe one or two.

If it is three swords, then with his two hundred years of life in the martial arts realm, he doesn't need to fight.

Just wait to die!

This made him shrink back a little.

He still has a bright future. In fact, even now, he was stabbed twice, and his cultivation potential was greatly reduced.

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This scene was not only seen by Dao Xinghe.

Even the others were shocked.

"This boy can use the power of time so maturely."

"The power of time changes vicissitudes. Even if we are old, it is difficult to comprehend the Samadhi. I never thought that he could comprehend the true meaning of time at such a young age."

"It's rare, it's really too rare."

A person next to him heard this voice, looked back at the old man, and then said.

"Master Mingshan, do you want to accept a disciple?"

The master hiding in the dark shook his head.

"It's a pity that I'm old and I don't have the idea of ​​accepting a disciple."

"If it was a hundred years earlier, I would have accepted him as my disciple anyway."

"But I have a special magic weapon of the time lineage here, which I can give to him."

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Dao Xinghe shrank back a little.

This made him very angry. He had never had such a complex emotion. It was a kind of fear and confusion about the end of the Dao and the passing of youth.

Ye Yang keenly noticed this slight change in Dao Xinghe.

He found that Dao Xinghe's hand was trembling slightly, and his little finger moved down three points. He was hesitating whether to strike the next knife.

"Brother Xinghe, why don't we stop here today, and we are considered a draw."

"The two of us fought just to prove the Dao. Today, we have gained a lot, and we should not fight to the death."

Ye Yang said.

In fact, he still had more than half of his mana.

The consumption of the Thirteen Swords of Time was too great.

The two swords just now had consumed all his mana.

Fortunately, he still had a blood-shedding strange pill in his hand.

He could strike another Thirteen Swords of Time spiritual art.

But in this way, his mana was exhausted, but there was also a scaly demon elephant in his sleeve that he had not used.

But this place was located in the Great Fortune Dynasty.

The demon elephant swallowed the fragment of the evil word in the Book of Heavenly Secrets, and he was afraid of attracting attention.

So he never released it.

As for the six-winged blood centipede, it is suitable for sneak attacks, but it is probably not very useful against a master like Dao Xinghe who is full of sword light.

Ye Yang said this with good intentions.

But Dao Xinghe suddenly seemed to be stimulated and became angry.

"Live like an ant, you should have the ambition of a swan. Life is thinner than paper, so you should have an unyielding heart."

He thought of Ye Yang's talent and the origin of the other party's sect.

He thought of his humble name Bai Ergou, who lost his father at a young age and was still illiterate at the age of twelve. He herded cattle for farmers and supported his elderly mother.

For a moment, he was filled with grief.

"Geniuses like you will never understand how hard I worked and how much I paid to catch up with you."

He roared,

"I can't lose!"

The long sword was tilted, and at this moment he broke through again.

Strands of sword intent emanated from his body, sweeping across the world like a whirlwind.

"My sword is not in the sky, not in people's hearts, but in my hands."

"I have come step by step, and I don't know how many Tianjiao and Daozi I have defeated. It is not a shame to be born in a humble family. Only those who can bend and stretch can be a man."

"He is actually going to condense the sword heart in the air."

Everyone watched this scene intently.

In the cultivation world, condensing the sword heart is a major hurdle for sword cultivators, and it is also a major leap in strength.

And being able to condense in the air is even more difficult.

It means that the understanding of the sword intent has reached an unimaginable realm.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify because of this action, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

He slowly raised his hands, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if he was having a silent dialogue with the sword intent between heaven and earth.

Those who once despised his origin, those who looked down on him, those who secretly laughed at him.

How can a person of humble origin understand the lofty sword intent?

But now, what he showed is a realm that even many children of famous sects cannot reach.

He saw the index and middle fingers of his right hand put together, like an invisible long knife, suddenly cutting through the sky.

"I was once a nameless person, but my ambition has never been extinguished. Today I am concentrating my sword heart, not to prove anything."

"I just want to tell myself that no matter what my origin is, as long as I have a sword in my heart, I can open up my own path."

His words were calm and firm, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone present.

But that's all.

The movement in the sky stopped abruptly, and he didn't continue.

The new realm of swordsmanship that had been condensed suddenly stopped.

Ye Yang looked at Dao Xinghe and sighed secretly.

"Brother Xinghe, you lost. Now your heart is not on the sword, but on fame, wealth and power."

Ye Yang's words were like a revelation, penetrating Dao Xinghe's heavy heart.

He thought of the glory of the Dayun Dynasty inviting him to lead the Tianzi No. 1, and the pleasure of controlling the life and death of others.

He thought of the purpose of organizing the Canghai Fusheng Conference and launching this competition.

Isn't it just to make the person in the palace appreciate himself?

A true swordsman always has his heart on the sword.

The sword used to be his partner and his soul.

It was his eyes, his ears, his mouth, and the bridge for him to communicate with the world.

But now, it is a little different.

This is the last blow, and it is also the decisive blow.

The sword fell.

The man won.

The edge of this red sword is cold and sharp.

At this moment, the cold and sharp sword had pierced into Dao Xinghe's chest, three inches into the flesh.

Dao Xinghe could even feel that the tip of the sword had touched his heart.

"I actually lost?"

Dao Xinghe muttered to himself, his face was like the dark blue sky before the sun rises or after the sun sets.

Cold, deep, hazy, mysterious!

And a drop of blood on his chest slowly dripped along the sword.