Chapter 21 Instant kill! The art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword
The blood evil spirit dissipates.
The figures of the four Duanmu Ancestors also slowly appeared on the top of the mountain range.
"It seems that it was right to let me kill you this time. Your junior's strength has actually reached such a level."
Ancestor Duanmu slowly raised his head, his old face showing a cold look, staring at Bai Ye.
With just a casual blow, Ancestor Duanmu could feel that Bai Ye's strength should not be underestimated.
At least, the three guys around him would not be the opponent of Bai Ye, a junior like Qingyun.
"Let me guess, are you from the Wan Du Sect?"
"It's a good idea to enter my Qingyun Sect quietly. I don't know which traitor let you in?"
Bai Ye looked at the four Duanmu Ancestors with extremely indifferent expressions, and said with a faint smile: "It's okay, I have almost never made a move in these years, and I don't know how strong I am."
"Today, let's test the water with you!"
Clang~!
As soon as the words fell, Bai Ye's figure, with sword wings flying like flying wings, flashed to the side of Patriarch Duanmu and others.
Uh-huh!
Immediately afterwards, the demon sword in his hand suddenly swung, and the ultimate blood evil power turned into long rivers of blood, sweeping directly towards the four ancestors of Duanmu.
This bloody evil spirit is extremely evil and extremely tempting.
In an instant, the three people except Ancestor Duanmu seemed to be confused by the blood evil aura, and their eyes glowed red.
not good!
Seeing this scene, Patriarch Duanmu's expression sank, and his eyes were fixed on the white night at this moment.
"How can you, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, have such a magic treasure?!"
Ancestor Duanmu's expression was extremely cold, but he immediately sneered: "That's fine, this kind of treasure is a waste in your hands. Only when it falls into the hands of my Ancestor Duanmu can you truly get what you want."
Buzz buzz~!
But at this moment, the magic sword in Bai Ye's hand became even more excited. The entire sword body was emitting a dark purple light, and the sound of the sword could not be heard.
It seems that he wants the smell of killing and blood very much.
"Devil Sword, Demon Sword, since you are so eager to kill, then I will help you."
Bai Ye looked at the buzzing demon sword in his hand, smiled faintly, and then swung the demon sword in his hand suddenly.
Buzz buzz~!
In the sky, the blood river turned upside down, like a bloody waterfall, directly covering the three people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
"Ahhhh~~!"
"Ahhhh~!"
"Ahhhh~!"
Three painful wails and screams instantly echoed throughout the mountain range.
When the bloody power faded away, Patriarch Duanmu saw that the three Wan Du Sect disciples who had followed him had turned into mummies.
The blood and energy in their bodies seemed to have been drained away, their faces were withered, and they seemed to be dead.
From Bai Ye's attack to the death of three people, it only took a few breaths.
"Junior, you are looking for death!!!"
Seeing this scene, Patriarch Duanmu was instantly furious, and the terrifying blood-evil energy surged out of his body.
A mere young man actually killed the three disciples he brought under his eyes. How could he not be angry?
boom! boom! boom!
All of a sudden.
Bai Ye and Duanmu Ancestor started fighting in this mountain range.
Both of them exuded the power of blood evil from their bodies, and the evil energy that permeated the air was a perfect match between two masters of the evil way.
Rumble~!
After the two fought for fifty moves, they separated in an instant and looked at each other.
"How is it possible?"
"You have only been practicing for five years, how could you have such strength!"
Ancestor Duanmu's eyes were filled with shock and anger at this moment, and he looked at Bai Ye in disbelief.
The two of them had just exchanged moves, and every move was a killing move, without any hesitation. But just like this, Bai Ye, a young man like Qingyun, could actually fight on an equal footing with him. Are these still the younger generation?
His Duanmu Ancestor has been a powerful figure for hundreds of years, but he is no match for a fledgling brat.
horrible!
This kid is too scary!
He must be killed, he must be killed, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous when he grows up...
Looking at Bai Ye, the murderous intention on Patriarch Duanmu's face became more and more intense, and the evil spirit overflowed.
"GuluGulu~!"
"Refreshing!"
Bai Ye stood on the ground, picked up the Dionysus gourd, and took a big sip of wine. His face turned red, and he looked at the Duanmu ancestor opposite.
“It’s so refreshing!”
"I have never released all my power so readily. You are the first person to see my strength."
"Ancestor Duanmu, right? You should feel honored. Next, you will witness my true power!"
Looking at Ancestor Duanmu, Bai Ye smiled wildly and waved the ancient magic sword in his hand, pointing at the surging power that suddenly erupted.
"Arrogant!!!"
Ancestor Duanmu's face was extremely gloomy, his body aura was surging, and his strength had reached its peak.
"I admit, I underestimated you, little brat. Your strength has probably reached the upper level of your Qingyun Sect's Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao."
"You can fight me, that is, that magic weapon has greatly enhanced your strength, otherwise how can you be my opponent?"
Speaking of magic weapons, Patriarch Duanmu stared at the magic sword in Bai Ye's hand with a hint of greed.
A mere kid can possess such strength even if he holds this magic sword. If he gets it, wouldn't he be invincible in the world? !
Listening to what Ancestor Duanmu said, Bai Ye didn't take it to heart. Instead, he moved his palms.
Uh-huh!
This magic sword was directly put back into the scabbard by Bai Ye.
The next moment, Bai Ye showed a wanton smile and made a gesture to draw his sword.
The sword-cutting technique!
Is this move finally useful?
"Shua——!"
The next moment, Bai Ye's hand suddenly pulled out the magic sword.
When this sword is released, everything will be destroyed.
The surging sword energy of the Blood Fiend was filled with endless blood light. Wherever it passed, the space screamed violently, as if it was being cut open...
"You..."
Ancestor Duanmu's eyes were shocked, but he suddenly found that his body was penetrated by this bloody light.
"Poof~~!"
The next moment, his body was cut in half.
"No...no-possible!"
The figure of Ancestor Duanmu was cut off at the waist, and the breath of life disappeared.
Rumble~!
And behind him, towering trees fell down one after another.
In an instant, the entire forest was cleared.
All the trees, with smooth cuts, fell down directly under this move. What was originally a small forest was now flat land.
The huge trees were scattered across the ruins of the land.
Clang~!
Bai Ye's eyes were indifferent, and he put the magic sword into the scabbard. He looked at the silent Ancestor Duanmu and said calmly: "After seeing this move of mine, your life will be considered worthwhile!"
As for Ancestor Duanmu, he never thought that he would die so quickly until he died.
In the blink of an eye, his head was in a different place!
The art of Zhantian Sword Drawing is all about speed, accuracy and ruthlessness!
The three combined into one have the power to kill the sky!
(End of chapter)