Chapter 1354 Sunset Bow

Seeing Ye Xiaobao disappear, Zhao Motong had a bad feeling in his heart, and he pulled the bow and arrow again without hesitation.

A loud "sizzle" sounded.

With the joint efforts of the elders and disciples, the light string condensed again, and Zhao Motong immediately released his spiritual sense to search for Ye Xiaobao's breath.

The result surprised him.

The other party seemed to evaporate out of thin air, leaving no breath.

Feeling this abnormality, the strong young man and Junior Sister Qing were also full of doubts.

No matter how mysterious a person's body skills are, it is impossible to achieve a complete absence of breath, unless Ye Xiaobao really fell.

But the scene just now clearly showed that he was not killed by the dragon vein formation.

At this moment, a loud "boom" suddenly came from the air.

Zhao Motong looked up and his expression changed drastically.

In the auspicious clouds above, a figure was seen shuttling back and forth quickly, so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. With each flash of his movement, there was an earth-shaking roar, and the light pillars condensed in the auspicious clouds were broken one by one by him.

"Oh no, did this kid see the center of the formation?"

The expressions of the strong young man and Junior Sister Qing changed drastically.

The reason why the dragon vein formation can attract the spiritual energy in the mountains is that the center of the formation in the auspicious clouds has always been an extremely secret existence, but it was discovered by the other party.

"Master, Junior Sister Qing and I will stop him!"

The two immediately asked for orders.

But in fact, they were unsure. Ye Xiaobao's body movements were too fast and his physical body was amazingly strong. In the previous battle, they were at a disadvantage.

"No need."

Zhao Motong looked at the flickering afterimage in the auspicious clouds, but smiled slyly.

The strong young man and the woman were puzzled, and saw Zhao Motong's target changed, pulling the bowstring to the full, aiming at a figure below.

"Boy, that man is your guard, right? I want to see if he will stop and beg for mercy after killing you?"

Hearing this, the two suddenly realized and looked at Ye Chunyang with a sneer.

Ye Chunyang seemed to be only at the "third level of Qi Refining", but he had a powerful guard beside him, which made people feel incredible. However, under the attack of the Dragon Vein Formation, Ye Xiaobao was also out of reach.

Just wait to kill Ye Chunyang, not afraid that Ye Xiaobao would not surrender.

Zhao Motong sneered, and his hand suddenly loosened.

The light string tore through the void and went straight to Ye Chunyang.

"Hey, the owner of the Cold Wind Cave Heaven actually pointed his target at you. It seems that he intends to use you to contain your senior brother."

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Ye, why don't you ask me for help, and I will kill them for you if I am happy."

King Nanxuan teased.

"What's so scary about a mere dragon vein formation?"

Ye Chunyang's face was calm until the light string flashed and he shook his head slightly. Instead of dodging, he took a step forward slowly.

"Looking for death!"

Zhao Motong saw this and showed sarcasm on his face.

But his smile suddenly turned into a look as if he had seen a ghost.

The light string fell on Ye Chunyang, but it didn't penetrate a bit. Instead, it trembled slightly and dissipated silently.

"With this little power, it's really not enough."

Ye Chunyang clapped his hands, as if he had just crushed a small ant to death, with no expression on his face.

Zhao Motong looked stunned.

The muscular young man and the woman also looked at each other.

"This kid is weird, cave master, let me kill him!"

The muscular young man volunteered.

Zhao Motong frowned slightly, with a bad premonition in his heart.

Ye Chunyang was only at the "third level of Qi Refining", but he was able to block the attack of the Dragon Vein Formation. Even a fool could see that something was wrong. However, when he wanted to stop him, the muscular young man had already taken a step forward, and then flashed, and came directly in front of Ye Chunyang.

"Boy, my Hanfeng Cave Heaven has stood for thousands of years. How dare you, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, challenge me? Who gave you the courage?"

The muscular young man sneered.

Before he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the powerful spiritual power crushed down like a storm. Without Ye Xiaobao's protection, it was easy for him to kill Ye Chunyang.

"Like an ant! I said that I would kill one of you for every ten steps I took. Do you think my words were just talk?"

Ye Chunyang was too lazy to say more, and the silver light flashed in his sleeves.

A large piece of silver light poured down, and the muscular young man suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the sky in disbelief.

"Is that... a flying sword?"

The muscular young man's eyes were about to burst.

At the moment when the silver light flashed, thunder roared in the void, and sword shadows hung above his head.

The muscular young man, who also practiced flying swords, thought that he was a master of swordsmanship, but he had never seen someone like Ye Chunyang who could take dozens of flying swords into his body to cultivate them. At this moment, even a fool could see that Ye Chunyang's cultivation was definitely not just the third level of Qi Refining.

"Die."

Ye Chunyang waved his hand lightly.

"Boom."

The swords suddenly stabbed down.

The young man had almost no chance to react, and was instantly swallowed by a rain of swords. Dozens of swords pierced through his chest at the same time, bringing up a large blood mist, and finally with a "bang", they separated to the left and right, and died.

Zhao Motong's pupils suddenly shrank.

The sister Qing next to him was also horrified.

The muscular young man was the youngest among the elders of Hanfeng Cave Heaven, and his talent was far superior to that of ordinary people, but he was killed so easily by Ye Chunyang.

I thought Ye Chunyang was a soft persimmon that they could bully, but I didn't expect him to be a steel nail.

"Boy, who are you? Why do you insist on going against my Hanfeng Cave Heaven?"

Seeing Ye Chunyang's terrifying magical power, Zhao Motong was shocked and doubtful for a moment.

"Go against you?" Ye Chunyang shook his head, "You are not worthy."

"you!"

Zhao Motong's face darkened. When had he, the majestic leader of a sect, ever received such contempt?

"I've given you a chance."

"Three days ago, I asked Master Zhenyi to send you a message and ask your entire sect to evacuate this place. Unfortunately, you didn't obey. Instead, you were plotting to encircle me and kill me without mercy. Now I am just retaliating with tooth."

Ye Chunyang said coldly.

"How do you know what we said in the palace?" Zhao Motong showed disbelief.

Ye Chunyang sneered and said nothing.

With his spiritual thoughts, what else could he not know?

The moment he walked into this mountain range, he knew every move of everyone in Hanfeng Cave.

"It seems that you are determined to destroy our Hanfeng Cave all over the world?" Zhao Motong narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you take your disciples and leave now, I can forget about it." Ye Chunyang said indifferently.

Zhao Motong suddenly fell silent.

"Okay, okay, okay... We have met a strong enemy in Hanfeng Cave today. However, my sect has been rooted here for thousands of years, how can I be threatened by you?"

"You do have some abilities, but you will die here no matter what today!"

A sinister smile appeared on Zhao Motong's face.

As he spoke, he raised his head, formed a mysterious seal on his right hand, and recited an obscure spell.

"Buzz!"

There was a loud noise from somewhere, and a pillar of multicolored light shot out from the auspicious clouds that shrouded the sky. It quickly grew in size under Zhao Motong's spell, and waves of spiritual pressure swept away like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, it seemed that some kind of dusty power had awakened, and a sharp light flew out of the five-colored light pillar, circling rapidly around Zhao Motong.

He closed his hands, then opened them again, and a colorful divine bow appeared in his hands.

This bow and arrow are no longer transformed into the spiritual energy of the mountains as before, but are actually real things. There are three arrows on the bow, each of which reveals the ferocious spiritual power that oppresses people's hearts.

"Sunset Divine Bow!"

The woman looked at the bow and arrow in Zhao Motong's hand, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Boy, this Sunset Divine Bow was made by my ancestors from Hanfeng Cave Heaven and imitated the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure. Its power is comparable to the upper-level innate spiritual treasure. It has always been the centerpiece of our mountain-protecting formation and has never been revealed to the world."

"This bow only has three arrows. Each arrow requires a very high level of cultivation to release. With the cultivation level of this cave master, I can barely release two arrows, but one arrow is enough to deal with you."

Zhao Motong held a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, and said slowly.

"Imitation of Tongtian Lingbao? Interesting."

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

After ascending to the Demon God Realm, this was the first time he saw treasures related to the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure.

Tongtian Lingbao and Xiantian Lingbao cannot be measured by grade at all, and the power they contain is far above that of Xiantian Lingbao.

The Sunset Divine Bow in Zhao Motong's hand was actually made from an imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao, which indeed attracted his attention.

But that's all. If it is really a magical treasure, Ye Chunyang may still be interested. The imitation is too far from the original, and he still doesn't like it.

Seeing that Ye Chunyang still had an indifferent expression when facing the Sunset Divine Bow, Zhao Motong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his face became even colder.

He slowly drew out an arrow and placed it on the bowstring. He looked at Ye Chunyang as if he were looking at a dead person: "If you are still alive after this arrow falls, this cave master will immediately bow to you!"

Zhao Motong raised his fingers.

"boom!"

The flying arrows were like knives, tearing the air, and the huge waves of spiritual power were like tidal waves rising one after another, with an indomitable and murderous aura. In just one breath, Ye Chunyang appeared three steps away. If he took another inch, Ye Chunyang would Killed on the spot!

Ye Chunyang looked up at the flying arrows, his face expressionless.

He didn't take another step until the arrow came.

"It's too early for you to be happy."

"With this low-quality imitation, how can you have the courage?"

"Great Thousand Sword Formation!"

The cold voice echoed in the void, Ye Chunyang suddenly stamped his steps, his robes moved automatically without wind, and eighty-one death swords surrounded him.

He raised his fingers a little higher.

There was a loud "crash" sound, and everyone saw only bright silver lights, surging and domineering, one after another, sweeping across the arrows crazily. The next moment, the arrows made a harsh sound, and the swords in the group Every inch was destroyed by the slashing blow.

"What?"

Zhao Motong was really frightened to the extreme.

This arrow was sent out, using 40% of his mana, and it was enough to kill a master who was in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. However, Ye Chunyang easily broke through it with a sword formation, which shocked him no less than the destruction of his sect.

"Boy, I will kill you today!"

Zhao Motong showed his madness, gritted his teeth and pulled out another arrow. Suddenly thunder boomed in the clouds, and countless thunder and lightning crisscrossed down, converging on the bow and arrow in his hand.

In order to kill Ye Chunyang, Zhao Motong has already used his last trump card!