Chapter 434: Sad Place, Sad People

Chapter 434: Sad Place, Sad Person

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan being hit by the thin white light, at the critical moment, he staggered, and a green light flashed, directly cutting through the thin white light attacking from the side.

Bang!

Amid the loud noise, Ye Xiaochuan already held the sword in his hand, standing on the stage with a smile, and said: "Fairy Mo, you hurt my heart too much. I was just chatting with you happily, and you attacked me? A demon girl is a demon girl, no matter how beautiful she is, she can't change the trick of sneak attacks and plots."

Mo Xiaoti's face changed slightly. The speed of Ye Xiaochuan's sword just now was really the only one she had ever seen in her life. She was confident that her magic weapon Qingsi Rao was silent and Ye Xiaochuan had been talking to her, so it was impossible for her to detect it.

However, when Qingsi Rao was less than three feet away from Ye Xiaochuan, when Mo Xiaoti was already happy that she was going to win this game, Qingsi Rao's sneak attack was broken.

Damn, how did he draw the sword? Why didn't I see it clearly?

Mo Xiaoti was in doubt.

The Cangyun Sect disciples were relieved at this moment. It turned out that they had misunderstood. Ye Xiaochuan had been on guard against Mo Xiaoti. Even Zhao Wuji could hardly detect the sneak attack just now. This kid broke it in an instant. Why should we worry about him?

The sword without a sharp edge shone with green light. Ye Xiaochuan's eyes gradually calmed down and said, "Since it has started, don't interrupt it. Let you see the power of my Cangyun Sword Technique!"

Mo Xiaoti chuckled and said, "Okay, Young Master Ye, you said you would show mercy!"

After that, a white light net appeared above Ye Xiaochuan's head, like a huge spider web, covering Ye Xiaochuan's head.

"Love Threads?"

Ye Xiaochuan looked up, tapped his toes on the stone slab of the arena, and his body spun rapidly. The sword without a sharp edge pointed to the sky. It seemed to have turned into a thousand swords under the rotation, and the sword edge trembled constantly.

Swish, swish, swish...

The white light from above was instantly shattered by the sword blade as the sword passed by.

After Ye Xiaochuan rushed out of the light net, he stabbed Mo Xiaoti with a sword from the sky.

Mo Xiaoti twisted his waist, and a semicircular crescent magic weapon appeared in his hand, shining with white light and surging with spiritual power, blocking in front of him.

The sword without a front accurately hit the strange crescent magic weapon, and it immediately felt like it was cut on iron and stone, and it was instantly repelled.

In terms of cultivation, Ye Xiaochuan actually did not have an advantage, and he was even at a disadvantage. His real cultivation was only the middle stage of the out-of-body realm, and he had just reached the middle stage.

As for Mo Xiaoti, he was only one step away from the spiritual realm. In this face-to-face confrontation between magic weapons and true power, Ye Xiaochuan could not take any advantage.

His advantage was the acceleration of the wind-type magic sword without a front, the powerful spiritual consciousness obtained by practicing the fourth volume of the heavenly book, and the sword tactics and magical powers in the second volume of the heavenly book.

However, being hit back all of a sudden still surprised Ye Xiaochuan.

"Boy, that's a prayer wheel for close combat."

As soon as Ye Xiaochuan thought about what that arm-long curved magic weapon was, Situ Feng's voice rang in his mind.

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned. He had heard from his senior brother about the Sutra Magic Weapon before. It was divided into the Sun Sutra Wheel and the Moon Sutra Wheel. It was said to be an ancient divine object, but the real one had long been lost. The disciples of the Demon Sect liked to use it in the past, but later it seemed to be gradually reduced. On the contrary, the disciples of the righteous side have used this kind of magic weapon in the past few hundred years. I didn't expect that Mo Xiaoti was also using the Sutra Magic Weapon. It looked like a Moon Sutra Wheel, but the Sun and Moon Sutra Wheels circulating in the world were all imitations. The real Sun and Moon Sutra was lost ten thousand years ago.

Mo Xiaoti chuckled and said, "It is said that Young Master Ye is not simple in close combat and has few rivals. Today, I will come to experience it. Is your Cangyun Sect's close combat magic power amazing, or our Hehuan Sect's close combat magic power powerful."

Ye Xiaochuan also laughed. This demon woman actually wanted to fight with him in close combat? Even Baili Yuan couldn't do anything to him in close combat, so how could she be afraid of Mo Xiaoti in front of her?

He said, "Oh, so you are so confident, then I will accompany you to the end!"

Stepping on the Nine Palaces, the phantom is invisible, invisible and unreal, like a phantom or real.

In a short moment, the Wufeng Sword stabbed more than a hundred swords from different directions, and Mo Xiaoti was not simple either. Although Ye Xiaochuan's speed was faster than she had expected, and his body movements were mysterious beyond her imagination, her consciousness and telekinesis had always been firmly locked on Ye Xiaochuan. Relying on the menstrual wheel in her hand, she countered his moves. Ye Xiaochuan could not break through the defense circle of the menstrual wheel for a while.

Green light shone, white light crisscrossed, two people wandered and fought on the ring, the fight was quite fierce.

A sword without a blade, wrote many legendary stories.

A sword that cuts dust, cuts off many grievances and hatreds.

Three lives and seven lives of resentment, nine thousand nine hundred years of curse, who was so vicious to refine these two swords that love and kill each other?

Ye Xiaochuan and Mo Xiaoti were fighting fiercely, Situ Feng suddenly sang loudly, the song was so sad.

It was a song that Ye Xiaochuan was familiar with, the sad and desperate song that he had carved on the stone wall of the Siguo Cliff in the back mountain.

When the last sentence "The way of heaven is vast, the world is noisy, what does longevity have to do with me. A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult..." was sung, a strong sense of sadness filled Ye Xiaochuan's mind.

Ye Xiaochuan was furious and shouted in his mind: "Senior Situ, I'm fighting hard, can you please stop disturbing me..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly thought of something. Six thousand five hundred years ago, it was here, on this Broken Sky Cliff, that Situ Feng personally killed his favorite woman, Su Qinglian.

Situ Feng had not come out recently, especially after he arrived at Broken Sky Cliff, Situ Feng became even more taciturn, and only appeared to talk to him two or three times.

He was so thick-skinned that he had completely forgotten that this place was the place where Situ Feng was sad and desperate.

After six thousand years, the sword light of the Wufeng Divine Sword once again shone on the Broken Sky Cliff. Situ Feng could no longer suppress the emotions on his back and thought of the white-haired woman who had been killed by him.

Wufeng Sword, cut off the thoughts of the world, and could not be cut off for three lives and seven generations.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt that he was an idiot. Along the way, he often discussed with Situ Feng how he would become famous on the Broken Sky Cliff, how to defeat opponents, and how to overcome obstacles...

He did not think at all that the Broken Sky Cliff was an absolutely sad and painful place for Situ Feng.

No wonder Situ Feng has been depressed recently, no wonder he has become less and less talkative, he suppressed all the pain in his heart, and did not utter a word to Ye Xiaochuan.

It was not until he sang loudly at this moment that Ye Xiaochuan realized how painful it was for the deadbeat living in his body.