Chapter 5578 The Fastest Man

In the past, Ye Xiaochuan had many choices when fighting with others.

He could rely on speed to shamelessly start the afterimage group fight mode.

He could also use the wind law to entangle the opponent to death.

If he couldn't win, he would activate the Nine Heaven-Slaying Styles created by Situ Feng and Su Qinglian.

In recent months, his understanding of the law has made great progress, especially after getting Xiaofeng, he has entered the third level of the wind law.

He became the first master in the world to comprehend this realm after Situ Feng in six thousand years.

At this level, those fancy moves are no longer useful.

If masters in the longevity realm use the eight styles of the magic sword to fight, it would be like a cultivator in the out-of-body realm using the phantom sword style in the eight styles of the magic sword. Not only is it useless, but it will also make people laugh.

For masters of this level, what they fight is the law, which is a mysterious meaning.

The sword without a front suddenly pointed forward, seemingly slow but actually fast, and a dark green sword light as thin as smoke and dust shot out from the restrained sword edge.

It was the Qiankun Sword, one of the six great sword techniques of the Shushan School.

Compared with ten years ago, this sword energy was several times thinner.

Its power was also increased several times.

Xue Wuhen's old face sank, and while he retreated rapidly, he rolled up his right sleeve.

A wave of air rolled out.

He wanted to disperse Ye Xiaochuan's sword energy, but it was counterproductive.

The sword energy, as thin as smoke and dust, seemed to be insignificant, but it broke through the attacking air wave like a dead tree or rotten wood.

Xue Wuhen's eyes condensed, and he slapped his backhand again.

When the sword energy appeared six feet in front of him, the palm wind condensed into a two-foot palm print.

Puff!

The sword light hit the palm print, and there was a sharp and sharp sound that made people's teeth ache.

The sword energy instantly dissipated and turned into countless spiritual energy floating in the air.

As for the palm print condensed by Xue Wuhen, it was also pierced with a small hole.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the murderous aura instantly filled the entire sky.

Ye Xiaochuan's figure disappeared in the gust of wind.

Xue Wuhen secretly thought it was not good.

He knew that Ye Xiaochuan did not disappear, but his speed was too fast, which had exceeded the limit of the naked eye.

As for the sudden gust of wind, it was the turbulence caused by Ye Xiaochuan's body rapidly cutting through the space.

Fortunately, Xue Wuhen's spiritual power had been firmly locked on Ye Xiaochuan, otherwise he would have suffered a great loss.

"Demon Wings! Come on!"

Xue Wuhen shouted angrily, and his pair of flesh palms instantly slapped hundreds of feet in all directions.

To outsiders, or to cultivators with low cultivation, this old guy seemed to have an epileptic seizure, slapping the surrounding air randomly.

The old predecessors with high cultivation knew that Xue Wuhen's palm method seemed chaotic, but in fact, every palm was slapped in the direction of Ye Xiaochuan's attack.

In other words, in less than two breaths, Ye Xiaochuan had launched hundreds of attacks on Xue Wuhen from all directions.

"So fast!"

The elders on the ground were all stunned.

They suddenly felt that they seemed to have underestimated Ye Xiaochuan.

The hair of this young man was all white, and he was no longer a yellow-haired boy.

Yun Qiyou stared at the sky, and like most masters, her consciousness was also locked on Ye Xiaochuan's body.

She had fought with Ye Xiaochuan before, and even if Ye Xiaochuan activated the wings of the devil, his speed could not be so fast.

Yun Qiyou didn't believe that in just a few months, Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation had crossed several heavens.

At this moment, Yun Qiyou had an idea in her heart.

Three lives and seven lives of resentment, nine thousand nine hundred years of reincarnation, is it really fair?

Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation has exceeded imagination, and as a seven-life resentment couple, he and Nangong Fu's cultivation is only at the level of heaven and man, the difference is too big.

Ye Xiaochuan did not exert his full strength. He has not yet fully adapted to his progress in the past few months. In the battle with Xue Wuhen, he still adopted a more familiar and conservative tactic.

That is to engage in close combat with the enemy at an extremely fast speed.

If it were someone else, the opponent would have been unable to resist this style of fighting.

As one of the three mysterious demons of the Demon Sect, Xue Wuhen has extraordinary combat power.

If Xiaochi had not intercepted him halfway, Ye Xiaochuan would have chosen Xue Wuhen as the first pioneer of the Longmen battle.

Ye Xiaochuan has entered the third level of the wind system, and has the speed bonus of the Heavenly Demon Wings.

Wanyan Wulei, who once completely abused him in speed, has been left far behind by him.

However, he could not defeat Xue Wuhen simply by relying on speed.

Xue Wuhen used his pair of flesh palms to slap hundreds of palms in the blink of an eye, completely dissolving Ye Xiaochuan's crazy offensive, and still had the strength to fight back.

Thanks to Ye Xiaochuan's fast speed, he always avoided Xue Wuhen's palm wind at the critical moment.

That palm wind is not the palm wind of a young disciple. Xue Wuhen's palm wind contains a very powerful law power, which is enough to tear everything apart.

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's attack slow down, Xue Wuhen said hoarsely: "Mr. Ye, is this all you have? If you use me as a touchstone, you should show your true ability!"

Ye Xiaochuan stopped attacking and his figure reappeared in the sky.

The black feathers on the dark wings of the demon were like black steel blades, slowly turning.

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Senior Wuhen is worthy of being the number one master of the Ghost Xuan Sect, but I'm not being arrogant, senior, you should show your magic weapon, you can't be my touchstone with just a pair of flesh hands!"

Xue Wuhen's eyes flickered.

After the fight just now, he had already discovered that Ye Xiaochuan's attainments in the laws of wind should have reached the third level.

However, in the way of swordsmanship, he has not completely reached the third level.

The real combat power of Ye Xiaochuan in front of him was slightly inferior to that of Sword Master Yun Yazi at his peak.

When masters compete, the outcome is only a thin line between victory and defeat.

This is slightly inferior, which is enough to show that Ye Xiaochuan is actually still some distance away from Yun Yazi's peak period.

However, even so, Xue Wuhen was not confident enough to defeat him.

For the sake of personal face, and also to allow Ye Xiaochuan to unleash his true fighting power.

Xue Wuhen's right hand was slowly stretched out, pointing diagonally towards the sky.

The palms become like eagle claws.

In front of everyone, everyone saw that the five fingers of Xue Wuhen's right palm actually released a faint light of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the blood light quickly condensed and took shape.

Guo Zifeng subconsciously took a few steps forward and looked up at the sky.

He said with a look of disbelief: "Red-blooded Demonic Whip?"

Xue Wuhen used to be a casual cultivator of the Demon Sect. He hid in a cave all day long and practiced in seclusion. He rarely interfered with the affairs of the Demon Sect and rarely fought with others.

So much so that his red-blooded demonic whip had not been seen in front of the demon sect disciples for more than three hundred years.

Only the big demons of the demon sect like Guo Zifeng and the Black Mountain Old Demon knew about the existence of this terrifying demonic whip.

Zhuihunsou has lived in the South China Sea for a long time and doesn't know much about things in the Holy Religion.

He frowned and asked, "Is this the Crimson Blood Demonic Whip?"

Guo Zifeng nodded and said: "Yes. Brother Wuhen has just kept a low profile in the past few hundred years. When he was young, he was a prominent figure in our holy religion.

He once held this whip and defeated more than ten first-class masters in the Duantian Cliff Arena.

His title of Scarlet Blood Xuanzun also came from this whip.

It seems that Brother Wuhen has given Sect Leader Ye enough face. For ordinary people, he would not be willing to sacrifice this whip! "

As he spoke, the red-blooded demonic whip had taken shape.

The red whip, which was more than three feet long, seemed to be soaked in blood. I don't know how many people's essence, blood and soul have been absorbed. As soon as this whip comes out, the color of the heaven and earth changes, and the sound of ghosts crying fills the sky.